In 1947 life in America was segregation.
It was two worlds that were afraid of each other.
Life was unkind to black people who tried to bring
those worlds together.
But Jackie Robinson, God bless him, was bigger than
all that
He had to be bigger than the Brooklyn teammates who
got up a petition to keep him off the ball club, bigger than the pitches who
threw their deadly balls aimed at him, or the base runners who dug their spikes
into his shin, bigger than the bench jockeys who hollered at him to carry their
bags and shine their shoes, bigger than the so called fans who wrote him death
threats
He was a fighter, the proudest and most competitive
person I’ve ever seen.
To sacrifice his pride for his peoples
It was an incredible act of selflessness
That brought the races closer together
Than ever before and shaped the dreams of an entire
generation
