a man with a dream
The hotel manager said he would not let a black person stay in the hotel and Branch Rickey said that he would move the whole team to another hotel if Jackie was not a loud to stay there.
I sat and watched him, not knowing what to do until he began tearing at one hand with the other-just if he were trying to scratch the skin off his hands with his fingernails. I was alarmed. I asked him what he was trying to do to himself. “It’s my hands,’ he sobbed ‘there black. If they were white, I’d be as good as anybody then, wouldn’t I, Mr. Rickey? If only they were white.” Said Jackie. “Charley,” Mr. Rickey said, “the day will come when they won’t have to be white.”
Rickey told Jackie that he is good for who he is and it doesn’t matter that he is black, he is just as good as the other players.
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“We can’t fight our way through this, Robinson. We’ve got no army. There’s virtually nobody on our side. No Owners, no umpires very few newspaper men. And I’m afraid that many fans will be hostile. We’ll be in a tough position. We can only win only if we convince the world that I’m doing this because you’re a great ball player and a fine gentleman”