I'll also say, yes, I think the change in black consciuosness in recent years has made me more sensitive to injustice in every area of my life.

Customary though it may be to write about that institutionalized pastime as though it existed apart from the general environment, my story does not lend itself to such treatment.

I'm a child of the sixties, I'm a man of the sixties. During that period of time this country was coming apart at the seams. We were in Southeast Asia. Good men were dying for America and for the Constitution.

I was told by the general manager that a white player had received a higher raise than me. Because white people required more money to live than black people. That is why I wasn't going to get a raise.

If you destroyed the underpinnings of this great American sport, you are a hated, ugly, detestable person.