Personal Narrative: Jackie Robinson

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The Dream
I am a 9-year-old white kid named Gavin Long. I love baseball, and my favorite player is Jackie Robinson. I have always enjoyed watching Jackie Robinson play ever since he made his Major League debut on April 15, 1947. He is my favorite player because he is the first Negro baseball player. I hope one day I will get to see him play in person.
My parents don’t like Jackie. I don’t understand why people hate him just because he is a Negro. I am not prejudiced. If a Negro baseball player is better than or as good as a white baseball player then I feel they have the right to play. Why should their skin color make any difference?
One time Jackie was about to come up to the plate, but my parents turned off the T.V.
“I don’t want to watch …show more content…

The letter was for Branch Rickey. It was a letter telling him to get rid of Jackie. The letter was written in my mom’s handwriting.
“Why did you write this?” I asked her.
Mom replied, “Because you don’t need to be watching that Negro anymore.”
“Mom, why are Negroes bad?”
“Well, they aren’t like us, son,” she told me, “and we don’t want them around.”
I went to school still thinking about the issue at home. I still didn’t understand why Negroes are treated differently. I decided to at ask my history teacher.
“Mr. Anderson, Why are Negroes treated differently?”
“Um… it is different for everyone. Some people like them and others feel they should have no rights. What do you think, Gavin?”
“I believe all Negroes need to be treated equally to the white people. What do you think, Mr. Anderson?”
“I know Negroes were brought over here as slaves, and I think it would be better for them if they went back to Africa.”
“But Mr. Anderson, what about Jackie Robinson? Do you think he should have the right to remain in the United States to play in the major leagues? After all, nobody his age has ever even seen …show more content…

He got up to the plate, and first pitch he got drilled in the head. Jackie and I shared the same emotion, anger. He handled his anger differently than I handled mine. I wanted to punch the pitcher in the face, but he just took his base calmly, not letting the pitcher see how upset he was. He taught me a good lesson on controlling my emotions.
“Do you want to leave now?” asked my parents.
“No, why?” I responded.
“Because he is going to get thrown at more often, and we are afraid it will upset you.”
“But Dad, I have waited a long time for this day, and he is and will always be my idol. If you let me stay I will be able to learn a lot from him. Not only am I seeing how he handles ugly people on the other team, I’m seeing how to play the game the right way.”
That game Jackie Robinson went 3 for 3 with a homerun and a hit by pitch. I learned many things from this game. Jackie Robinson is and will always be my role model. All Negroes, if they are good ball players, deserve to play in the major leagues. Skin color should not matter. I got my parents to change their hearts about Negroes. After all, before, they were sending letters against him. Jackie is now not getting as many death threats, and people have accepted him into the major leagues. I now know it is not hard to change people’s minds about Negroes if they are like my parents and listen to their

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