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Ex-Met remembers his boyhood idol and hero
A: They don't know because they are not being taught. Nothing from nothing leaves nothing. Schools are focusing more on global history than they are American history. You got people here that don't know any American history, any black history or nothing else.
In Memory of Jackie Robinson
This poem was written by former major-league player Ed Charles on Oct. 24, 1972, the day that Jackie Robinson died.
Jackie Robinson - Superstar
He accepted the challenge and played the game
with a passion that few men possessed.
He stood tall in the face of society's shame
with a talent that God had blessed.
He banged out hits and aroused the fans
with his daring base-running skills.
This great, great player and proud black man
Many bigots did threaten to kill.
But he continued to pursue the impossible dream
with an intensity that at times was most startling.
He hissed at obstacles and tormented the opposing teams
to the delight of his vast, vast following.
He was a "spirit aflamed" though preordained
by God and destiny it seemed.
To shoulder the burdens of a race contained
and lift them to lofty esteem.
