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Jackie Robinson Is A True Legend.

But My Dad Also Was A Remarkable Man, A Good Person, A Principled Individual, A Man Of Integrity.

I Was Fortunate Enough To Have Been Raised To A Certain Point Before I Got Into The Race Thing. I Had Other Views Of What A Human Is, So I Was Never Able To See Racism As The Big Question. Racism Was Horrendous, But There Were Other Aspects To Life.

We Suffer Pain, We Hang Tight To Hope, We Nurture Expectations, We Are Plagued Occasionally By Fears, We Are Haunted By Defeats And Unrealized Hopes . . . The Hoplessness Of Which I Speak Is Not Limited.

History Passes The Final Judgment