By Ron Ross

We came to say goodbye to our beloved Hank Kaplan today. There was no grieving, no mourning, though. Instead, it was a celebration of his life – an extraordinary life, a giving life, a life always dedicated to glorifying and commemorating the gallant efforts and deeds of those young warriors who climbed through the ropes of prize rings around the world fighting their hearts out whether for twenty-five dollars or twenty-five million dollars. To Hank, they were all under one roof and he cloaked them all with dignity and pride. It was their entitlement.

O was privileged to have Hank as my very dear friend. It’s said that nobody is perfect, but Hank Kaplan came as close to living up to that label as anyone I ever knew. I never saw him angry or to lose his temper. The door to his South Miami home was open to all. His archives, knowledge and input were never denied, whether to a best-selling author working on a mega-buck advance boxing biography or a college English major struggling over a term paper about boxing as a major sport. All that ever mattered to him was what he could do to help and enhance the sport and its participants. It was never about what boxing could do for him.

He had a financial advisor who wanted to make Hank a wealthy man. Hank explained to him that he already was a wealthy man. He had a doting wife, a loving son and daughter and a home filled with all the things he loved, boxing memorabilia and archival material that he was able to immerse himself in whenever he chose. So he made his financial advisor a boxing fan.

What made Hank so very special was that he never separated the flesh and blood aspect from the pen and ink. He was not merely the guardian of the records, but more importantly, he was the guardian of those great battlers from champion to contender to prelim boy who climbed through the ropes to make those records.

Many people who knew Hank as the “Dean” of the International Boxing Hall of Fame never knew what a multi-faceted person Hank was. Growing up in the Hebrew Orphan Asylum on the upper west side of Manhattan during the Depression years Hank quickly developed contradictory passions, botany and boxing. When Hank’s father passed away, his mother, a seamstress, couldn’t afford to keep the family together so Hank and his younger brother Ted were sent to the orphanage and their sister Ada was sent to a foster home. It was on a camp outing that young Hank, for the first time in a world not constructed of cement and concrete, saw trees, flowers and plants that opened  his eyes to a whole new world. He began reading everything he could get his hands on about botany and biology. 

About the same time in his life, some kid about a head and a half shorter than Hank bopped him on the nose over some meaningless, lost-in-time argument. Hank could not believe that someone that much smaller could land a punch on him. So, he decided to study boxing as a science to find the answer – also to make sure never to get bopped on the nose again. One thing about Hank Kaplan, he was an A+ student. Once he put his mind to learning something he would sop it up like a sponge. He never got a rematch but it didn’t matter. He never did get bopped on the nose again, either. Actually, Hank did go on to an abbreviated boxing career. One fight, one win.

Meanwhile, his intrigue with boxing became all-consuming. He read about and analyzed every aspect of the sport. Newspaper articles, magazine pieces, books, all began blending together forming the beginning of what was to become the greatest archival collection in the boxing world.

When it came to toughness and courage, Hank did not take a back seat to any of the illustrious warriors whose deeds he recorded. His fight was not in any roped-off ring but in an open arena against an insidious, invisible opponent not restricted by rules of convention or morality. He began his battle during World War II with the United States Coast Guard and continued for another thirty years with the Centers for Disease Control. It was waged against mankind’s ultimate enemy, the microbe. Hank Kaplan fought disease and pestilence throughout the world, always with the knowledge that his life was on the line, It was in 1963 that he went to Jakarta, Indonesia to fight perhaps the worst outbreak of bubonic plague of modern times. It was the one time in his life that he was uncertain of whether he would make it back home.

It was after World War II that Hank settled in Miami and an intrigue that began as a kid in an orphanage now flourished as he met Chris and Angelo Dundee, began collecting boxing memorabilia and did the promotional work for the Dundees and the legendary Fifth Street Gym. He started the original Boxing Digest magazine and hooked up with a young kid, Ramiro Ortiz, who went on to become President of Bank United and Boxing Commissioner in Miami, to promote boxing shows at the War Memorial in Fort Lauderdale.

Perhaps it was coincidental, maybe it was meant to be. Hank’s wife Sylvia came from Louisville. It was while they were dating that Hank met this young kid, Cassius Clay. He went to the youngster’s high school graduation and they joined together in Miami when Hank became the treasurer of the Muhammad Ali Foundation.

Hank Kaplan was a charter member of the International Boxing Hall of Fame as the head of the selection committee. In 2006 he was asked to step down temporarily as there was a regulation stipulating that no member of the board was eligible for induction. Hank Kaplan was then accorded the highest of honors by being elected into the International Boxing Hall of Fame. It fills me with a great sense of pride to remember Hank asking me to ride alongside him in the Induction parade.

The memories I have of Hank will always keep him alive in my heart. I cherish those special moments like the night in Atlantic City with Hank wrestling with a squirming Beau Jack, trying to get a tie around his neck before a boxing banquet in Atlantic City; or the afternoons and evenings Hank and I would spend in a Cuban restaurant with Beau Jack and Kid Gavilan, with Hank lovingly cutting the Kid’s Palomillo steak into bite-size pieces for him. I’ll never forget the Hank Kaplan who sat at the side of Beau Jack’s hospital bed, holding the wonderful little battler’s hand, guiding him gently to his final rest. I will always cherish the memory of an aerobic walk with Hank whose long walks took so much longer than they should as we stopped to examine the leaves of this tree or the petals of a flower at the side of the road. Puffing on his pipe he was as gentle and caring with these species as he was with his legions of prizefighters.

So, we gathered at the Mt. Nebo Memorial Gardens in Kendall, Florida to celebrate this wonderful life. Friends and relatives got up to tell of those special moments that would forever enshrine Hank in their hearts. Ed Brophy, Director of the International Boxing Hall of Fame, whose flight was cancelled because of poor weather conditions, sent a message detailing the impact that Hank Kaplan had on his life and how his spirit and passion touched the lives of so many in the boxing community. They flew the flags at half mast in Canastota in Hank’s memory. Angelo Dundee could not hold back the choked sobs as he reminisced their early days in the Fifth Street Gym. It made each of us realize what special qualities this amazing person possessed.

 Yes, there were tears shed. But you had to put things in perspective. When the sun is blotted out by a large, dark cloud we are still bathed in and luxuriate in the warmth of its afterglow. The warmth and love that Hank Kaplan brought to all who knew him can never be blotted out. We will always be able to luxuriate in his afterglow.