A dream we were talking to Jackie Robinson,
the man chosen by his patience, intelligence,
courage and talent to integrate American baseball
on April 15,1947.
He endured tens of thousands of threats,
insults, bottles thrown at him from the field,
inability to steal home because it would
be inflammatory to plow into a catcher
stealing home.
In many cities he stayed in a different
hotel than his white teammates. He told us
he had become bitter from the virtually
infinite abuse but one day
''God turned my stony heart into
one burning with fires of love for all'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem