Yours truly was 9 years old, going on 10 when Branch
Rickey’s stock with my father went through the roof.
Spring 1947 Branch Rickey, owner of the Brooklyn Dodgers
signed Jackie Roosevelt Robinson to a contract with the Brooklyn Dodgers. Daddy was overjoyed; calm and thoughtful, but thrilled.
It was happening. My
father’s upbeat perception of the future for black people in America was coming
true. Branch Rickey brought integration
to Major League Baseball. Things were
changing just as my dad said they would.
Daddy, a prolific reader, thinker, and commentator to his family, if to no one else, couldn’t exalt Mr. Rickey’s humanity enough.
And if I had any lingering doubts, I now accepted the
premise my brothers, John Wesley Woods III (Johnny) and James Franklin Woods (Jim)
could be the professional baseball players daddy had said would be possible.

I remember Branch Richey’s bold, aggressive approach, putting Jackie Robinson on his baseball team, as the first of the doors opening to improve opportunities for black Americans. Every boy did have a chance.
In the tight grip of struggling with America’s widely accepted discriminatory practices and laws that
supported injustice based upon the color of ones skin, thank God this black
child was blessed with intelligent, optimistic parents. I would be qualified to become whatever I chose to be. And I was.
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| This book first belonged to Johnny. Jim inherited it from him. I received it when my twin brother died. |
My brothers loved baseball their entire lives.
After school days, the game was not a career option.
After school days, the game was not a career option.

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