Number 42

 

Nothing is more American than baseball. Baseball, apple pie, hot dogs, and the 4^th of July. Yes, nothing is more American than baseball.

On Thursday, April 15^th, all the players of MLB will sport the number 42 on their uniforms to honor Jackie Robinson; for it is Jackie Robinson Day, commemorating the first baseball player to break Major League Baseball's color barrier.

Here again is the melding of America and baseball; the forced integration of America’s past-time and all the furor caused by Branch Rickie’s decision to get a leg up his competition by raiding the roster of the Kansas City Monarchs of the Negro Baseball League.  This is emblematic of the dire crucible of racism in the USA, a crucible that continues to be heated by violence and rhetoric; a crucible which has, as yet, to produce a sustainable alloy of white and black people to form a ‘more perfect union’.

It took a world war and the defeat of fascist forces, with the heroic exploits of the Tuskegee Airmen and their like, before America could be dragged kicking and screaming into the racial integration of its past-time.

There is still much kicking, screaming, grousing and obstruction to that integration in America. (More is the pity that such a sentence still needs to be written.) The presence of Confederate flags in the Capitol Rotunda on January 6^th of this year attest to the still brittle nature of that melding of parts.

We can rejoice in the number 42 and feel a tinge of voyeuristic pride in the accomplishments of Jackie Robinson and that baby-step into racial integration. Hip-hip-hurrah! But we must also cast a tear-filled eye to Brooklyn Center, Minnesota and the tragic killing of Daunte Wright for a minor traffic violation. 

As American as baseball.