Political rivals attacked me. I was savagely beaten. I was kicked in the face and I lost my eye as a result.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In 1986, I was attacked in the street as I helped Neil Mullarkey from the Comedy Store Players to put up posters. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time - midnight - and we were English. I got kicked in the head.
When I played Bobby Fischer, my opponent fought against organizations - the television producers and the match organizers. But he never fought against me personally. I lost to Bobby before the match because he was already stronger than I. He won normally.
I stood up as best I could to their disgusting stupidity and brutality, but I did not, of course, manage to beat them at their own game. It was a fight to the bitter end, one in which I was not defending ideals or beliefs but simply my own self.
In high school, I got smacked and kicked around. Two bloody noses. It was horrible.
In some ways that fight gave me more respect around the world and helped me be even more popular because so many people felt my pain and saw that I was robbed.
Violence ravaged my life. I was a victim of hatred, and I have dedicated my life to reversing that hatred.
I fought against Palestinians. I saw them.
I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me... but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch.
I'm such a failed politician that all of my rivals have disappeared, on both sides.
I wasn't a fighting kid or a causing-trouble kid. I was just one of those cheeky, crazy kids running around.