Rachel Robinson: Still spreading the legacy

She has headed countless projects in her late husband's name.

April 11, 2007|By Frank Fitzpatrick, Inquirer Staff Writer
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"In 1997, when I came up with the idea to retire Jackie's No. 42 in every ballpark, the one person that was hardest to convince was Rachel," Coleman said. "She felt that young black ballplayers ought to be able to aspire to wear his number. We argued for quite some time, but finally she just said, 'Oh, go ahead.' "

She spends considerable time, of course, recounting the tribulations she and her new husband endured in those early years of his baseball career. Though they'd met in 1940, World War II intervened. They weren't married until Jan. 10, 1946, just two weeks before they were to depart for their first spring training.

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Those Dodgers, not surprisingly, remain her favorite team, a fact that became apparent two summers ago as she and Coleman walked through a Saratoga Race Course shedrow.

"She'd become friendly with trainer Nick Zito," Coleman said. "And one of Nick's horses at the time was Bellamy Road, who was owned by George Steinbrenner. As we passed his stall, the horse stuck his head out and nipped Rachel.

"She said, 'Fifty years later, and the Yankees are still trying to bite me.' "

Robinson's commitment remains an all-consuming one. Even on the day when this nation stood still in grief and fear, she was moving toward her goal.

On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, she and Dorothy Reese, the widow of Jackie Robinson's teammate and friend Pee Wee Reese, were in New York's City Hall. They were there to choose one of five bronze sculptures commemorating the now-famous occasion when, in an effort to quell the uproar about baseball's integration, the Kentucky-born Reese laid an arm around Robinson's shoulder.

They heard the first airplane hit the World Trade Center tower just blocks away, and concerned city officials began to move them from place to place, seeking a secure shelter for these two baseball widows.

"Finally, she had had enough," Coleman recalled. "She excused herself and, even though she was almost 80 at the time, walked by herself all the way back to her apartment on the Upper East Side."


Contact staff writer Frank Fitzpatrick at 215-854-5068 or ffitzpatrick@phillynews.com.

 

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