In the beginning, he had grown up in abject poverty in Brownsville. He was raised as a gang member - walking through the streets holding guns, and once running through a crowded park which “opened up like Moses parting the Red Sea.” He was a fat kid who dropped out of school but eventually become a phenomenon. By the age of 23 he was hailed as possibly the greatest fighter to ever live, married to a movie star, earns millions of dollars, and by 24 he was broke, in jail and a worldwide disgrace. During the peak of his career he could afford to splurge himself with clothes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. He could even buy an entire stock of Rolls Royce from a dealer. He never knew his father, but fathered eight children. Though his mother died when he was 16, running a brothel out of their apartment, he lived in a mansion and accumulated 62 cars which he was forced to sell when bankruptcy became inevitable. He spent numerous stints in rehab, and during one of those cried like a child watching the French movie “La Vie en Rose.” During the shoot of “The Hangover,” he was either on a hangover or drunk.
Undisputed Truth by Mike Tyson is a hefty autobiography that might be the most soul baring book of its genre ever written. It is a brutally honest and a revealing memoir which chronicles his life’s hits and misses, so painful at times but with a dose of humor thrown in here and there – like the case of Brad Pitt. “This book is dedicated to all the outcasts – everyone who has ever been mesmerized, marginalized, tranquilized, beaten down, and falsely accused, and incapable of receiving love,” which he writes in the dedication page sets the tone for the much-awaited tell-all.
Tyson has some harsh words for the infamous promoter Don King who he called “a slimy reptilian motherfucker.” King allegedly stole upwards of $50 million from the naïve young fighter. Tyson claims that King mixed his food with Thorazine to sedate him. Tyson claims that King was using him as a personal bank account. King paid his wife hundreds of thousands of dollars to be Tyson’s consultant; King’s daughter pulled $52,000 a year as the head of the Mike Tyson fan club. “When I think about all the horrific things that Don has done to me over the years I still feel like killing him,” Tyson writes.
The harshest words were reserved for his ex-wife and his ex-mother-in-law. Tyson accuses ex-wife Robin Givens, who he calls, “a manipulative shrew who could bring me to my knees” of trying to bring him to financial ruin along with her mother, Ruth Roper Givens, virtually calling them gold diggers. Tyson met Givens at the height of his boxing career in 1987. Tyson alleged Givens faked a pregnancy so that she could receive millions. He says that both mother and daughter were “on the prowl for a big Black celebrity for Robin since she graduated college.” When they tied the knot, Givens and Roper went shopping for a $5 million mansion in an exclusive New Jersey suburb while he was attending a close friend’s funeral in LA. Tyson not only gave the $5 million for the home but another $10 million that went into a separate account. Tyson writes, “She was supposedly three months pregnant when we got married. Now it was June, and she hadn’t gained a pound, so the next thing I knew she was in bed and claimed she had miscarried our baby.” A few months later the marriage collapsed. And later, Givens was crowned as the “most hated woman in America.” Writing about the mother-daughter duo, Tyson describes them as “…they were two broke charlatans..., con artists, borderline prostitutes.”
Tyson is equally brutal on himself throughout the book, despairing of his lack of self-control and feelings of inadequacy. He is so broke he will never be able to pay off his IRS debts. “It sounds trite,” he writes, “but I was probably looking for someone to mother me. My whole life I was looking for love from my mother. My mother never gave love to a man. She gave them headaches, she scalded them, she stabbed them.”
The book also throws light on his rape conviction. In 1991, Desiree Washington, a Miss Black America contestant, accused Tyson of raping her in an Indianapolis hotel room. On February 10, 1992, he was convicted of rape and served three of his six years sentence in prison. Tyson continues to profess his innocence. “I did not rape Desiree Washington,” Tyson writes in the book. He asks, “How do you rape someone when they come to your hotel room at two in the morning?"
Though Tyson is known to have been a womanizer, his candid admission of it is a bit of a surprise. The many women in Tyson’s life flow in and out of the pages like they did in his life. Even inside prison Tyson smuggled women into the facility and even had a months-long affair with his prison drug counselor who suddenly became available after Tyson had $10,000 sent to her home to fix her roof. “I was having so much sex that I was too tired to even go to the gym and work out,” he writes. “I’d just stay in my cell all day.” During his incarceration he read voraciously: Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Shakespeare and others. He converted to Islam and did a jailhouse interview with Larry King. John F. Kennedy Jr. also flew in for a visit.
Then there is the incident involving Brad Pitt caught with the heavyweight’s ex-wife. That day he was in LA and was stunned to see her pull up with a blond man in the passenger seat. It was Brad Pitt. “You had to see the look on his face,” Tyson writes. “He looked like he was ready to receive his last rites. He also looked stoned out of his gourd.” Pitt begged Tyson, “Dude, don’t strike me, don’t strike me.”
The most surprising aspect of the book is the introspection and self-awareness demonstrated by this self-confessed “trailer park nigga”: All enjoyment is not a good enjoyment, he writes. In another, he was so profoundly philosophical, “You could be in hell and happy there. Some people thrive in misery. You take away their misery and bring them into the light and they die emotionally and spiritually because pain and suffering has been their only comfort. The thought of someone loving them and helping them without wanting anything in return could never enter their minds.”
What I find really fascinating about the memoir is the one admission made in the epilogue. He writes, “I have a favorite book that I try to read every day. It’s called The World’s Greatest Letters: From Ancient Greece to The Twentieth Century. I love connecting to the past this way. You learn so much about these people by reading these letters.”
And then he went on to write: “I read these letters and I cry. You think about Napoleon, this great world leader, and you read a letter where he’s begging to his love Josephine to come to him and she does not.” He went on to reproduce the full text of the letter dated 4th April 1796. And then adds, “I love this guy’s stuff! Napoleon is a nut. He’s turned out! Josephine didn’t care a damn about Napoleon. That was a Robin Givens deal right there.”
Now 47 years old, he still hopes for a happy ending, but he knows it is going to be a difficult one. He ends, “I can’t help anyone if I’m not well myself, and I desperately want to get well. I have a lot of pain and I just want to heal. And I’m going to do my best to do just that. One day at a time.”
Undisputed Truth isn’t so much about Tyson, the boxer or the famous as it is about Mike, the person inside. Its honesty and rawness is unparalleled for an autobiography. His brutality on people he measured dishonest with him is blunt as much as he is on himself. During his boxing days I was never an admirer, yet through this revealing memoir I’m beginning to understand him, and I think I’m beginning to admire the person that wants to be.
A memoir like this doesn’t come around very often. Much of what we often see does not peel off the layers. Undisputed Truth is inside-out. Don’t miss it!
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PS: I wish I could make it shorter but there's so much to write. It has turned out to be the longest review that I have ever written. Grateful to the publisher for providing an ARC of the book.