I know a lot about liberal narratives because they were all around me as a kid. Not so much at home, but at friends’ homes. I’m talking about the 1940s.
One of those narratives caught on with sportswriters—and it’s been on ever since—repeated endlessly.
Jackie Robinson, the saint.
He didn’t just break the color barrier in baseball. He was Moses and Jesus.
I saw Jackie Robinson play game 1 and 6 at Yankee Stadium in the 1947 World Series. His first year in the majors with the Dodgers. I saw how he played that whole season.