Biography on jackie robinson book

An autobiography that is inspiring its its entirety—certainly enough to overcome the disheartening element—via exposing to the envenomed root the way in which racism reduces a unique individual to a collective trope of projected fears and ignorance whilst simultaneously depicting the ability for a courageous and committed person—provided with the requisite buttresses of equally determined spouse, kith and kin—to effect change at an exponential level upon the viscosity and rigidity of such staunch superficial prejudices. Where better to begin hammering away at Jim Crow than via the bat and glove wielded within America's pastime? Robinson emerges as a bona fide hero, an immensely gifted baseball player whose skills yet take second place to his qualities as a human being, and that he served in a much broader capacity than as an athlete: campaigning for politicians, promoting the NAACP, working for Civil Rights causes, supporting the Jewish Anti-Defamation League, and generally advancing the issues of human equality, whether pertaining to race or other areas of disparity.

Born into a Californian family of faith and pride, the young Robinson—early an athletic star—would brook no indignities based upon being black, a character trait that made his requisite perduring silence that much more of a burden when his baseball skills brought him into the majors. Eventually, the uplift provided by his story—loving marriage to the equally impressive Rachel; the determination and unwavering moral firmness (part business cunning, part Christian decency) of Branch Rickey; the pivotal support of teammates like Pee Wee Reese and Eddie Stanky, along with the legion of black fans whose stadium thronging to catch a glimpse of Robinson revealed a lucrative element of the sports market waiting to be tapped if only parity on the diamond be admitted; the crack in the barriers between white and coloured athletes that,