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 CURT FLOOD and
BUCK O'NEIL

 

 At left, Curt Flood
raps one on the cover
of the new book by
Alex Belth.

At right, Buck O'Neil
in his old Negro
League days/

 


Two baseball immortals
who aren't Hall of Famers

By MAURY ALLEN
of TheColumnists.com

Life isn’t always fair.

Sometimes people grow too tall to be airplane pilots or remain too short to be basketball players. Sometimes people grow too fat to fit comfortably into their seats at the ball park or theater. Or they grow too thin to be heavyweight contenders.

Sometimes people don’t get the honors in life they truly deserve. Just make a list of the famous writers, artists, scientists and peacemakers who fail to win the Nobel Prize, the Pulitzer Prize or the MacArthur Prize.

This is the tale of two Hall of Famers who aren’t.

Curt Flood died of throat cancer in 1997 and Alex Belth has captured his life in a warm, wonderful biography of Flood called "Stepping Up: The Story of All-Star Curt Flood and His Fight for Baseball Players’ Rights" (Persea Books, $22.95). He was 59 years old when he died.

Buck O’Neil died of a broken heart on October 6, 2006. He was 94, a victim of American segregation and racism in his early life and a victim of pettiness at the end.
Flood had a sparkling 15-year big league career, hit .293 for his lifetime average, was an exceptional fielder and starred on three St. Louis Cardinals World Series teams in 1964, 1967 and 1968.

He was a talented painter, a serious reader and a dedicated teammate. He is the Abraham Lincoln of baseball players. He freed the salary slaves with his historic challenge to baseball’s reserve clause.

He died a broken man because he never received the recognition he deserved, financially or emotionally. He deserves Hall of Fame honors for his revolutionary moves against the status quo.

Players of today, making millions of dollars for throwing, catching and hitting baseballs, hardly know his name.

“Victory has a thousand fathers,” John F. Kennedy once said, “and defeat is an orphan.”

Flood lost his case in the Supreme Court, a gutless court which technically refused to rule on the reserve clause and suggested it be considered again in a lower court. It was in that finest Supreme Court tradition that another court refused to order a presidential ballot recount in the State of Florida in 2000. Where was John Jay when we needed him?

Flood suffered all of the traditional abuse allowed in America for people of color in the late 1940s and 1950s as he began his baseball playing career.

He was held back for advancement for his color, forced to accept southern subjugation as he played minor league baseball, advanced slowly by managerial whim and bonded aggressively with other minority players, Bill White, Bob Gibson and George Crowe, in bringing the game some equality a dozen years after the arrival of Jackie Robinson on a big league field.

Buck O’Neil could only play Negro League baseball because gutless politicians would not challenge the forced status quo of the game, a Judge Kenesaw Landis decision during his Commissioner tour of duty.

He accepted the verdict with good humor and excelled in the black baseball leagues where he played with such legendary figures of that game as Satchel Paige, Cool Papa Bell, Judy Johnson, Monte Irvin, Ernie Banks and Hank Aaron, all future Hall of Famers.

He became a scout for the Chicago Cubs after baseball was integrated and was even named a coach by the Cubs. Ironically, he was never a coach on the field in those shaky days just after the Robinson integration. He signed a future Hall of Famer named Lou Brock for the Cubs.

O’Neil was a great story teller, a man without bitterness, a legend in his own time, for the tales he told of baseball in the 1920s, 1930s and 1940s in segregated America.
Ken Burns put O’Neil into his PBS documentary "Baseball" in 1994 and O’Neil bragged about being “an overnight sensation at the age of 82.”

Last summer he stole the show at the Hall of Fame induction in Cooperstown when he introduced Jackie Robinson’s widow, Rachel, and spoke humorously of the other 17 Negro League players and executives who finally were elected to baseball’s hallowed halls in Cooperstown, New York.

He, himself, missed out on election by one vote of the screening committee. In speaking with committee members none would admit they voted against him. Some suggested he got enough attention from the Burns documentary and from public acclaim that he didn’t need Hall of Fame acceptance.

Everyone, from a new born babe to a century old farmer, needs recognition. It may be one of the most vital of human traits. Try avoiding the pre-school scribblings of your grandchildren.

There’s Oprah Winfrey and her billions and Colin Powell and his medals. There are few racial barriers in today’s games of sports, entertainment, pop culture and art.
Still, it is simply easier to be white in America.

I knew Curt Flood and Buck O’Neil. I know they would have left this mortal coil a lot happier if they had Hall of Fame rings to leave behind for friends, family and history.

©2006 by Maury Allen. The Maury Allen caricature is ©2001 by Jim Hummel. This column first posted Oct. 16, 2006. The book cover reproduction is courtesy of Persea Books.

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