Big Leather Couch

Lee rode Sheik hard for about a mile but did not think he was TAXING the horse, so was surprised when, all of a sudden the horse stopped and began shaking violently. Lee climbed down and almost immediately the horse collapsed. Getting down on one knee, it did not take long to tell that Sheik was dead. Foam forming at it’s mouth.

Looking at his watch, Lee was still unaware that this was more than a game of “hide and seek.” He grabbed the rope, ax and small folding shovel he found in the saddlebag and began walking further into the woods. His mind was focused on the money and car he knew he could win by just avoiding an old man and his servant.

Jogging away from the horse, Lee began to think about the tricks his grandfather had taught him about deer hunting. Seeing a small pond, he slid his body in and began to rub the silt from the bottom all over his body.

Once done, he climbed a nearby tree and situated himself on a large branch about 15 feet above the ground. That was when he realized he had not eaten that morning, expecting a nice meal from his host and his stomach grumbled its complaint.

That was when he heard it. The sound of horse hoofs from somewhere in the forest. The hoofs were making their distinctive sound against the dirt and rocks. They were coming fast. There was another sound, but Lee could not recognize it.

He was sure that they would never find him where he had positioned himself and just sat quietly. The sounds came closer and closer and then he saw the first of the dogs. There were three of them. Dogs? Did Jonathan mention he was going to use the dogs?

He breathed a sigh of relief as the leaders moved past his tree. His scent being blocked by the silt and mud he was covered in. Then he saw the two riders and his blood curdled as they came into view. Both were holding shotguns. Why would they need guns for a simple game of hide and seek?

The two riders pulled up their horses just below the tree Lee was hiding in. He froze, thinking they may have spotted him.

“Well sir, Sheik should have gone down by now. We gave him just enough of the poison to let him live for only about 15 minutes. I certainly will miss him, he was a good mount,” Simon spoke.

“Yes, Simon, he was and I was sorry it had to be him, but our quarry would have wondered why we would give him a different horse, it was an unfortunate choice last week. By now the prey should be on foot and the dogs will run him down soon,” Jonathan responded.

Simon looked over, “Shall we call the dogs back and let them have at the clothes?”

“We will wait a while longer to give them the clothes he wore last week. Let’s see how well they do without his scent. I do want to make this last more than an hour. What fun would it be to hunt him down so quickly?”

The two men kicked their horses and cantered away.

Lee realized he was holding his breath for that entire exchange and slowly let the air out of his lungs. What had he gotten himself into? Well, he would just avoid them and the dogs for the next nine hours and collect his money and car and be done with this old codger.

After about another half hour, Lee climbed down from the tree and began searching for things he would need. He remembered seeing raspberry fields from the last week and began to move through the woods look for familiar signs. When he had left the stable he began to ride in the same direction they had gone on their hunt, but after about ½ mile veered off the trail to avoid falling into a trap.

A short while later, he came into a clearing and recognized an old Oak tree that stood a solitary sentry apart from the forest. They had passed that same tree last week, so he was able to orient himself.

The sun was hot, and Lee began to sweat in his camouflage and mud suit. The mud on his face had dried and formed a crust which became itchier by the minute. He wanted to rub it off, but knew that, with the dogs, that would be a sure fire way to get caught. He stayed low and moved quickly toward the raspberry patch.

Sitting there he began plucking the little red berries off of the plants and shoveling them into his mouth. When he had enough, he put some into the pockets of his jacket and moved on.

That was when he stepped on the branch causing it to send the covey of quail from their resting site. He froze in his tracks listening.

He began to make his way back to the forest and just as he got to the tree line, the trunk of the tree to his right exploded into splinters.

Lee turned and saw Jonathan astride his horse aiming about 80 yards away, aiming down the barrel of his gun. He saw the smoke puff from the end of the rifle and the tree to his left exploded and then he heard the report from the gun.

Turning on his heels, lee ran into the woods. It was about that time that he heard the barking of the dogs. Running in a zigzag pattern Lee moved further and further into the woods. He had to find a place to hide before the dogs made up the distance. That was when he crossed the pond he had been at earlier. He slid into the water and stayed still, only the top of his head exposed in some reeds. The dogs came running. He could tell they did not have a scent by the way they moved, snouts in the air, trying to pick up on his odor.

The passed the pond and close behind came the two riders. They were gone quickly. And Lee put his head up a bit higher. He heard Jonathan’s voice bellowing “WHERE COULD HE HAVE GONE? DAMN WORTHLESS DOGS!”

A rifle shot echoed through the forest. Lee instinctively ducked under the water, expecting another shot to pierce the surface. He held his breath until his lungs were on fire, and then slowly came out of the muck and took a long deep breath.

He did not move for what seemed like hours, but by his watch was only about 10 minutes, then came out of the water slowly.

Listening, he heard only the birds in the forest and the wind blowing.

Lee began following the trail along where Jonathan and Simon had gone. He came to a dry riverbed and there was one of the dogs, lying dead; a bullet hole in its side.

He stood there staring. This was nuts. This man was hunting him like a dog and now he killed one of his own. It finally hit Lee that even if he did last the time limit, this hunt might not be over. He began to realize this was not a bet he could ever win. There was no money or car in his future. The only things in his future were death, or finding a way back to civilization and freedom.

He then heard panting. Slowly he turned and saw one of the other dogs looking at him. The dog’s eyes moved between Lee and the body. Slowly, Lee reached into his pocket, pulling out the pocket knife he had there and slowly opened it waiting for the dog to attack.

The hound walked over to its dead friend and lay down next to it, whining and licking at the wound.

Lee slowly backed away and moved away from the area. As he walked he picked up a branch which was about four feet long and 3 inches in diameter. As he walked he used his knife on the end of it, sharpening it into a point. Along with the ax, it would give him another weapon, though he knew that neither would do any good against a rifle at long range.

Over the next two hours Lee worked hard, getting ready. He had made a decision that there was only one way he was going to succeed and last the day. His preparations took as much energy as he had ever expended in his life.

When he was finally done, he sat and ate some of the berries still in his pocket. Now he needed to put his plan into action.

Reaching into the top pocket of his jacket he withdrew a book of matches. Lighting one he set the flame against a small pile of leaves and branches he had gathered and waited to ensure it caught.

Then he moved into position. He climbed the tree he had selected and waited. The sun was about to disappear behind the mountain to the west when he heard the whiny of horses coming down the trail. He could barely make out the silhouettes, but could see Jonathan in the lead.

He was coming at a trot when his horse hit the spot Lee had worked on. Its front leg fell into the hole which was camouflaged by twigs and leaves and Lee could hear the snap of the bone from his position. His heart was pained to see the horse tumble to the ground, but knew he had no choice. Jonathan also went falling over the horses head as he lost his balance. This sight did not sicken lee in the least.

Behind him, Simon reined his horse and began to reach for the rifle which was in its sheath on his saddle. Lee moved quickly and slid down the rope he had tied to his branch and before Simon could react the sharpened branch had found its mark.

The wet sound of the branch pushing into Simon’s stomach sickened Lee, but he pushed again and could see the tip come out Simon’s back as he tumbled from his horse.

Lee grabbed the rifle which was dangling from the sheath and turned quickly toward Jonathan.

The old man was just gathering his wits, and turned to see the barrel of the rifle inches from his face.

“It was all a game boy. We were never going to hurt you.” Jonathan blurted.

“Old man, tell me why I shouldn’t pull the trigger and leave your brains on the ground?” Lee retorted.

“Money. You want the money, don’t you?”

“You were never going to give me money. You were going to blow my brains out, now get up.”

“What are you going to do?” Jonathan asked. His eyes were on the body of his man-servant, his lips trembling and tears in his eyes.

“Walk…we are going back to your mansion and calling the police. I am not an animal like you.”

They began walking and the entire time Jonathan continued to beg. “Lee, listen, you can have two of the cars, three of them, and I have cash at the house. Much more then I had promised you.”

Lee did not respond, only poking the old man in the back with the rifle whenever his pace slowed down.

“Who is at the mansion old man? And if you lie, you will pay and so will they.”

“No one should be. I sent them all home.” Jonathan responded. “I did not want anyone around for this, um…”

“Yeah, you weren’t going to kill me were you? You sick old bastard. You will pay for this.”

The mansion looked deserted with only a few lights on. The walked into the kitchen area and Lee said “OK, now, you said there was money here, where is it?”

“I thought you were calling the police? But no, you will take the money, won’t you? It's always about money with people like you.”

The rifle shot filled the room and Jonathan stumbled against the counter grasping his left arm where the bullet had ripped into his body.

“The next one goes into your head, now do you want to show me where the money is?” Lee growled.

Jonathan moved away from the counter holding his arm. The burning sensations making the room spin slightly. Looking down he saw that Lee had only grazed his arm, the blood making it look much worse then it was.

They moved down the hallway, droplets of blood being left behind like the cookie crumbs of Hansel and Gretel, only these not to show the way home.

The entered the room they had first met in, and Jonathan walked to the wall behind the desk at the far end.

He reached up with his right hand and grasped the edge of the painting there. Tugging on it the painting swung to the side, Lee noticing the red bloody hand print left there as Jonathan let go.

Behind the painting was a wall safe. Lee stood five feet away, the rifle pointed at Jonathan as he watched as the combination was dialed in. He could hear a faint click and watched Jonathan turn the handle and pull on the door of the safe.

He began to think about how much could be in there, and of just taking it all and jumping into the Cobra and driving far far away. He knew he would not be able to leave Jonathan alive and would have to get rid of the Pinto so when the police finally discovered the old man dead, they could not tie it to him. He hadn’t been in the house earlier that day and had not touched anything since they had entered.

The thoughts had taken his attention from Jonathan and when the old man turned his eyes widened in shock.

In the old man’s hand was a gun, and the last thing Lee saw was the puff of smoke from the barrel, reminding him of the smoke from the rifle earlier that day. He never heard the sound the gun made as the bullet ripped through his heart and everything went black.

Still standing in the room a short while later, Jonathan, with tears in his eyes, was saying to the assemblage there, “Yes officers, I had tried to help the young man, trying to be his friend. He had come to visit before and then today, as we were out doing some quail hunting, he just became irrational. He killed one of my dogs and my man-servant Simon. He then forced me back to the house and was going to rob me and, I presume kill me too.”

Looking up from his notepad, Detective Morgen spoke, "It all seems cut and dry sir, lucky thing you had the pistol in your safe, or it might be your body they are taking out."

They turned to watch the body of Lee Hamilton, encased in a black bag, was being wheeled out of the room by the medical examiners staff…

We are pleased to bring you his life today. Born in 1919 in Cairo, Georgia the youngest of five children to Jerry and Mallie. One of his brother's, Mack, was a world-class sprinter and came in second to Jesse Owens in the 200-yard dash at the 1936 Olympics.

When our guest was 13 months old, his dad, Jerry, left the family. His mother took the kids and got on the railroad to head to Pasadena, California. Our guest learned self-respect and self-confidence in an environment not as segregated as Georgia, but still filled with restrictions.



Two men took our guest under their wings when the young boy began running with the wrong crowd. The got him involved in sports. Karl Downs, youthful minister of the Methodist Church counseled him when our guest's athletic, social or academic life became burdensome. The other was Carl Anderson, a neighborhood mechanic.

He began playing soccer as a fourth-grader, playing against sixth-graders. he also played football, tennis, basketball, track, and table tennis. his skills in these sports opened the doors to his white classmates homes.

After winning letters in football, baseball, basketball and track at Muir Technical high School and Pasadena Junior College, he decline offers from universities nationwide to attend UCLA, just an hour's drive from his mom;s home.

In his two years at UCLA he was the highest scorer in the Pacific Coast conference in basketball, a national chamion long jumper, the first four-letter athlete in UCLA's history, All-American football halfback and varsity baseball shortstop.

Due to financial pressures, he left school just a few credits short of his degree in 1941.




He traveled to Hawaii to play semi-pro football with the Honolulu Bears and work in construction, but came back to the mainland right after the attack on Pearl harbor. He was drafted in 1943 and sent to a segregated unit in Kansas. While there Joe Louis, the heavyweight boxing champion, and other influential people, including Truman Gibson, an African-American advisor to the secretary of war, protested that African-Americans could not enter Officer's Candidate School. This policy was changed and out guest entered the program and was commissioned a lieutenant in 1943.

A racially charged incident at Fort Hood, Texas, threatened to discredit our guest's service record, when in defiance of a bus driver's command to go to the rear of the bus, he refused to leave his seat. A life-long tee-totaler and non-smoker, he was charged, originally, with public drunkenness, conduct unbecoming an officer, and willful disobedience. With a public outcry by fellow service men, the NAACP, and the black press, led by the Pittsburgh Courier and the Chicago Defender, the court martial ended in exoneration. However, instead of going to meet with black soldiers in the European Theater of Operations as he desired, his next assignment was athletic director to new recruits at various camps in this country. He left the service in November 1944 with an honorable discharge.





In 1945 our guest joined the Kansas City Monarchs of the Negro American league and played with people like Satchel Paige, Josh Gibson and "Piper" Davis.

At this time, Branch Rickey, President of the Brooklyn Dodgers was looking for an African American to join Major League Baseball.

Many semi-pro baseball teams of the time were integrated, but the owners of major league baseball had a "gentleman's agreement" at the time to not integrate the majors. This was in their narrow-minded view, an attempt to discourage racially charged at their games. Some teams tried to break this pact by playing dark-skinned Cubans who would have been banned, except for the fact that they did not speak English.

Mr. Rickey met with our guest for three hours in August of 1945. To test our guest, he yelled demeaning words and phrases at him to note his reaction. At the end of their conversation, he quoted the biblical passage regarding turning the other cheek. It is reported that part of this conversation went as such:

"Mr. Rickey, do you want a ballplayer who's afraid to fight back?"
Rickey shot back, "I want a ballplayer with guts enough not
to fight back. You will symbolize a crucial cause. One incident, just one incident, can set it back 20 years."

Former players have spoken publicly of votes by most National League teams whether to go on strike when the black man took the field. Had it not been for the leadership of Rickey, National League President Ford Frick, Baseball Commissioner Albert B. "Happy" Chandler, and players like Stan Musial, the course of professional baseball might have taken a different turn.





In 1946, our guest went north to Montreal, Quebec Canada to play for the Dodger's minor league team, the Royals. He led the International league in batting average and fielding percentage.

Although our guest was more famous for his career in Brooklyn, he always had a special appreciation for the city of Montreal, Canada where he played as part of the Montreal Royals, the Brooklyn Dodgers' top farm team. Although that season was emotionally very difficult with all the racist hostility he faced, he enjoyed the loud, enthusiastic and unwavering support of the home city which made it a welcome refuge where he was treated as the local hero and celebrity.

It was also during this time that he married Rachel Isum and their first son was born.

Statue outside Montreal's Olympic Stadium



The following season, baseball history was made when our guest took the field for the Brooklyn Dodgers. After keeping silent for a period of time, he began to speak up as pitchers threw at his head, fans shouted down racial slurs and obscene mail began coming to his home. Even his own teammates made his life difficult.

One player who stood by his side was Pee Wee Reese, who is quoted as saying "You can hate a man for many reason, color is not one of them."




He excelled on the field during his first season, despite the difficult environment. He was selected as the league's most outstanding rookie, though he was playing first base instead of his usual position at second base. He led the National League in steals, with twenty-nine. At the end of his first season, a national poll found him to be the second most popular celebrity in the United States, behind the singer Bing Crosby. He was named the National League's "Rookie of the Year," honored with a "Day" for Dodger fans, and featured on the cover of Time magazine.

During his time with the Dodgers, they won National League Pennants in 1947. 1959, 1952, 1953, 1955 and 1956. They won the World Series in 1955.

His loyalty to the Dodgers was shown when, in 1956, the Dodgers worked out a trade to send him the the rival Giants and our guest retired.


His legacy does not end there kiddies....after retiring, he was head of the personnel office of the Chock Full O'Nuts restaurant company. He was also active in Harlem's YMCA program and a key figure in establishing and running the now defunct Freedom Bank.

While he had deep affection for rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. and felt the pain of his suffering, he knew that his own temperament was not suited for King's nonviolent demonstrations. He preferred to volunteer time as head of fund raising drives for churches in Georgia destroyed by arsonists.

His political alliances were unlike those of most African Americans who shied away from the Republican Party. He campaigned for Democrat Hubert Humphrey in the presidential primary, yet he chose Republican Richard M. Nixon over John F. Kennedy in the 1960 general election.

Two incidents during the 1960 campaign were quite disillusioning to Robinson. In one incident Nixon was asked to comment on a statement by running mate Henry Cabot Lodge who stated that in a Nixon Administration a black would be named to the Cabinet; Nixon commented that Lodge was speaking on his own behalf. Later during the campaign Nixon refused to speak out when civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was locked in a full-security prison for a minor motor vehicle infraction.

Further Nixon refused to campaign in Harlem (while Kennedy did). These incidents drew Robinson a great deal of criticism from the African American community for his support of the Nixon campaign. By the end of the campaign the Kennedy ticket was looking more attractive to Robinson, but he had already committed to Nixon.




His last public appearance was on October 15, 1972, at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati, when he threw out the first ball in the 1972 World Series. Nine days later, rescuers were unable to revive him from what would be the fatal heart attack that struck when he was 53-years old in his Stamford home on October 24, 1972.


Ten years ago Major League Baseball retired his number 42 from all baseball rosters. Only those players who were wearing the number at that time were allowed to continue. Today, only one player remains in baseball wearing the #42, Yankee relief pitcher Mariano Rivera.

That will change for one day tomorrow, April 15, 2007, the 60th Anniversary of our guest's first game for the Brooklyn Dodgers. For one day, baseball has taken the suggestion of Ken Griffey, Jr. and are allowing players to war the #42 to honor the day.

IN FACT, the entire rosters of the Los Angeles Dodgers will wear the number 42. It has also been reported that the entire rosters for the Philadelphia Phillies, St. Louis Cardinal, Milwaukee Brewers and Pittsburgh pirates will also honor our guest by wearing his number that day.




Ladies and Gents, no surprise our guest today is the man who broke the color barrier in major League baseball and changed our national pastime for the best...

• member of six World Series teams.
  
• Jackie earned six consecutive All-Star Game nominations
  
• In 1947, Robinson won The Sporting News Rookie of the Year Award.
• In 1947 he won the first MLB Rookie of the Year Award Award
  
• In 1949, Jackie was awarded his first National League MVP Award.