The above movie was made in 1976 and it was a semi-historical look at the Negro Major Leagues of the 1930’s. It starred Billy Dee Williams as a charismatic star pitcher in a league of undiscovered talent. Also manning his team was James Earl Jones, being one of the Negro Leagues most prolific homerun hitters. And lastly and who can forget Richard Pryor trying to pass himself off as Cuban. Talk about fuzzy math…
Below is that movie and I think, it should be understood the context of the times the true greatness and soul of a people starving for their own heroes, on their own terms. Rather than do something construction it becomes all about you. It is political correctness run amok. It
The movie is comic ‘gold’ and with it gives us an impression of a world largely unknown to whites. And for the people who talk about Blaxploitation go take another bong hit. It is criticism with no object except self-aggrandizement. It is not about you. It is about Jackie Robinson, Willie Mays, Hank Aaron and Bob Gibson and many more. People who suffered Jim Crowe and have to listen to white people playing politics with all our lives.
We are all human and all have the potential for good. We can try and make a difference finding a way to unite us and break down stereotypes from all sides. It is looking for good and turning over rocks to find things that make us shout in one voice about harmony than discord.
A good series about how things are changing from the heartbreak of the 60s both from the black and white perspectives is ‘The 60s’. Julia Stiles goes through a lot as does her brother who comes back broken because of the Vietnam War.
I have ties to the Tuskegee Airman and I have a project in mind that could ultimately make a difference for all. We can make a difference and I promise to make an impact where mainly people just rant, trying to score points and kiss up.
I want MLK Day to be more than a holiday. What does it do for anyone in the way it is celebrated? This is all about inclusiveness and what Martin Luther King had in mind.
I think much of America lives in a dream world. It is kind of like fast food and they get their news in a drive-through window. It is also Black History Month and that is a noble cause for sure.
But nothing is really changing. People live in their glass houses and throw stones but never entertaining the notion of actually changing. Then to justify their odd behavior, they watch the news and that news and agree with their favorite pop view of what is going on.
In this case, we have the same ole recipe. We name streets MLK or a Newscasters who feign concern over the plights of the poor. But like Scrooge they hoard emotions and follow carefully nuance scripts full of hyperbole and the kinds of generalizations that make no sense.
Don’t get me wrong, we should change but those changes are to investigate stories of minorities and whites. Expand our lexicon to include people who have done well for their own community.
I am white and male and I am not intimidated by stupid people who do only what is expected and no more. We become a reflection of what we despise. I live close to Greensboro, NC. The place where four black men decided to do their own part in integration and they are heroes and rightly recognized in that very building where Jim Crowe’s spirit thrived.
That building is now the Cultural Center and I had the opportunity to visit that place and came away with a further appreciation for history that is often overlooked. So it is my intention to bring my own appreciation and it concerns a baseball player. An unique player and he did not wear the number 42 or was he named Robinson.
My childhood hero was black. I wanted to be him. I practiced my high leg kick and pitched for hours on a makeshift mound and rubber. I had a bucket full of balls. These green and brown balls were stained by dirt and other grime and eventually the seams would break until they were not any longer serviceable. These flights of fancy put in the front of adoring fans.
I was Bob Gibson. A flame-throwing right-hander with an attitude. The real Mr. Gibson dealt with a childhood that was dangerous, growing up in the projects of Cabrini Green. (A notoriously violent ghetto). He fought daily and commonly they were racial in nature and sometimes he had white friends fighting along side him. There was also twice as many whites as there were blacks (Negroes back then). Even as a kid, I hated that term and the larger N-Bomb I heard from my own father. He said, “they smell among other things”.
One day at the supper table we rebelled at our own risk and pointed out dropping that word was offensive and it was all five of us kids. It was a seminal moment and we didn’t have cue, we got it and made the point that that kind of bigotry was unacceptable!
Bob Gibson was an All-American basketball player at Creighton University and then the Harlem Globetrotters. He also signed with the St. Louis Cardinals and stopped playing basketball at the insistence of Bing Devine, the Cardinals General Manager.
As Gibson matured into one of the greatest right-handed pitchers ever. I used to listen to the games on K-M-O-X in St. Louis, a very famous radio station that aired all the games and I almost always heard their games.
In one season he had 12 shutouts and an ERA of 1.12. Both of those are exceptional and legendary especially the ERA. Gibson said the pitcher mounds were lowered just because he was black. And he is probably right.
In spite of the racial hubris, Gibson was loved in the City of the Arch but the same hospitality was not afforded him or the other black Cardinal players. They had to live in segregated housing in Sarasota, Florida instead of the hotel in St. Petersburg.
The next year, the Cardinal’s owner August Busch bought the motel, declaring that all his players were equal and would be treated the same no matter their race.
This was also a great selling point for me. Not only that but many players of that age named Gibson as the greatest pitcher ever.
April 15th of every years all teams and all players wear the #42 of Jackie Robinson. I wish that only one player would wear that number and preferably a team’s best player. I believe that the Cardinals do the same thing each year. A living memorial to players who clawed through the hell that players suffered through back then.
It will be a sad day for me when he dies. A part of me will die with him and there are other teammates who were black that also inspired me, such as Lou Brock, Ozzie Smith and Willie McGee. I would adopt their personas playing baseball and softball.
In high school I made an unassisted triple play which is a legacy that is still recognized today and that was many passes around the sun by the 3rd Rock from the Sun.
All I know is this is the day that we can make a difference. Let us get outside of our comfort zone and look for redeeming qualities and I am sure we can. I would hope that all peoples recognize the inherent beauty of each other and let’s not hate on each other for our race, political party or skin color.
Floyd, Times Are Changin 