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Matthew Saad Muhammad, the former light-heavyweight champion who was abandoned as a youngster and rose to become one of the most thrilling fighters of all time was born Maxwell Antonio Loach in Philadelphia – most sources say – in 1954.

When he was an infant, his mother died, and he and an older brother were taken to live with an aunt. According to reports she realised she couldn't raise them both, so she sent the two of them out with orders for the elder boy to abandon young Maxwell, who was just five years old at the time, in the city.

“I was alone on the streets. I was so scared. A policewoman found me, and asked me my name. I told her I didn’t know my name.”

Taken in by Catholic nuns who named him Matthew from the Bible and Franklin because he was found on Philadelphia’s downtown Benjamin Franklin Parkway.

He later lived in foster homes.

Saad said he found his calling in a boxing gym in south Philadelphia and started his pro career in 1974, just three years before he won the NABF title.

From 1977 to 1981, he won 18 straight fights, many of which were marked by his crowd-pleasing penchant for trading punches. His 1977 NABF title battle with Marvin Johnson, which Saad Muhammad (who had not yet converted to Islam and was fighting under the name Matthew Franklin at the time) won via 12th-round stoppage, is considered one of the great brawls in boxing history.

He then fought Johnson for the WBC belt in 1979, scoring a stoppage despite cuts above both eyes in an absolutely classic eighth round.

He defended the crown eight times, seven of them by stoppage, until losing it in the 10th-round to Dwight Muhammad Qawi in 1981.

His career record of 39-16-3 with 35 knockouts is misleading as it conceals a rapid fall from his prime years. He was, nonetheless, regarded as one of the most thrilling fighters of all time.

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Marvelous Marvin Hagler retained his middleweight crown in 1981 when his clash with ex-champ Vito Antuofermo ended in the anticipated bloodbath at Boston Garden.

The fight was stopped by Antuofermo’s corner at the end of the fourth. Vito was badly cut over the right eye after the fighters clashed heads in the fourth.

Antuofermo had already been cut in several places: a gash on the hairline in the first round, a cut under the right eye, a small one by the side of the left eye, a slice on the left cheek and yet another above the left eyebrow.

Veteran trainer Freddie Brown, in Vito’s corner, was furious. He claimed Hagler had deliberately butted his man. The fight nearly ended after just a round with Brown shouting a referee Davey Pearl to disqualify Hagler.

"I don't care how I did it," the champion said later. "That's the game of boxing."

Antuofermo had fought a controversial draw with Hagler in 1979 when Vito was the champion.

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'l spent too much time in yesterday. l lived with the guilt and the shame, the frustration. Look at my life. l thought l was a failure. l felt like l had to apologize for what l was. ln my mind l was never good enough. But l realize now l came from a dysfunctional family. My father was always busting my chops, tough on me. He had this attitude that being negative taught to be strong. He made me fight to overcome my weaknesses. l just wish he would have told me about some of my strengths.

l've got control of my life now. l do things for me now.'

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He was five feet, six inches of fury — a man who learned to fight inside prison walls and walked out to become a world champion.

Dwight Braxton grew up hard in Camden, New Jersey. The streets did what streets often do to young men without enough exits — they pulled him in, and eventually, they swallowed him whole. A conviction for armed robbery sent him to Rahway State Prison, and the world moved on without him. Or so it seemed.

But Rahway had something most people wouldn't expect.

A boxing program. And inside that program, training alongside inmates who fought on actual undercards inside the prison gymnasium, a young Dwight Braxton found the one thing that would rewrite everything he thought he knew about himself.

He wasn't just decent. He was dangerous.

When he was released in 1978, he didn't hesitate. He walked straight into professional boxing. His first three fights went 1-1-1 — a wobbling, uncertain start. But then came the streak. Fourteen consecutive victories. Fourteen men who couldn't figure out the short, relentless, crab-shell pressure machine in front of them. He trained in Joe Frazier's Philadelphia gym, and it showed — the same infighting rhythm, the same heavy feinting, the same refusal to give an opponent a clean breath, a clean thought, a clean escape.

Then came the moment that must have felt almost too poetic to be real.

On September 5, 1981, Braxton returned to Rahway State Prison — not as an inmate, but as a fighter — to face James Scott, the very light heavyweight contender who had once shared those halls with him. The winner earned a shot at the WBC world title. Braxton won the unanimous decision over ten rounds and walked out of that prison a second time, but now carrying something entirely different.

Three months later, on December 19, 1981, in Atlantic City, he stepped into the ring as an underdog against Matthew Saad Muhammad — one of the most beloved and dangerous light heavyweights of his generation. By the tenth round, it was over. Technical knockout. Dwight Braxton was world champion.

Prison to champion. The arithmetic of that should have been impossible.

It was around this moment that he announced his conversion to Islam and became Dwight Muhammad Qawi. A new name for a man who had, in every sense, become a new version of himself.

He defended the light heavyweight title three times — knocking out Jerry Martin, stopping Saad Muhammad again, and dispatching Eddie Davis — before losing a close but unanimous decision to Michael Spinks in a unification bout in March 1983. The weight limit, he believed, had slowly been draining him. Fighting down to 175 pounds cost him more than the scorecards showed.

So he moved up. To the newly created cruiserweight division, where the body didn't have to wage war against itself just to make weight.

On July 7, 1985, he knocked out Piet Crous in South Africa and became a two-division world champion.

That sentence alone is a kind of miracle when you trace it back to Rahway.

He then took on Evander Holyfield — a rising Olympian fighting in his hometown of Atlanta — in a 15-round war on July 12, 1986. Holyfield won a split decision, but those who watched still talk about it. Qawi pushed him further than most men ever would. He rematched Holyfield the following year but was stopped in four rounds. He faced George Foreman in 1988 and was knocked out in seven.

The world title never came back. He fought on anyway, for another decade, because that is the only speed some men know.

He retired in 1999 at 46 years old, with a record of 41 wins, 11 losses, and a draw — 25 of those wins coming by knockout. Not long after, he found a new purpose entirely. He went to work at the Lighthouse, a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center in Mays Landing, New Jersey, where he became a patient advocate — working with adults and adolescents who were fighting their own private wars with addiction.

A man who had once been swallowed by a system walked back in by choice, this time to pull others out.

Dwight Muhammad Qawi died on July 25, 2025, at a nursing home in Baltimore. He was 72. In his final years, dementia had taken much of what he remembered — the rounds, the names, the roar of Atlantic City crowds, the echo of Rahway's gymnasium.

But the record doesn't forget. And neither should we.

He was inducted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame in 2004. Not bad for a man who learned the sweet science behind prison bars, who remade his name, his faith, and his life — and then gave the rest of it to people who needed someone to believe they could do the same.

The ring built him. But what he built after the ring was the real legacy.