Neither Dad’s rank of second lieutenant nor his college athletic celebrity protected him against the humiliation of serving in a segregated army in the Deep South.
Although my dad knew that the black press, some liberal sportswriters, and a few politicians were fighting for an end to Jim Crow baseball, he had little faith that it would happen in his lifetime.
Branch Rickey knew he’d chosen the right man. He knew that Dad had both the self-control and the courage to succeed. He and my father shook hands on a verbal agreement. “The Noble Experiment” began.
Created on Tue Nov 10 20:43:11 EST 2020
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