Jesse Owens, the son of a shareÂcropÂper and grandÂson of slaves, went to the 1936 Olympics in Berlin and upset Hitler’s visions of Aryan supremaÂcy. He did it not once, but four times, winÂning gold medals in the 100-meter dash, 200-meter dash, the long jump and the 4 x 100 meter relay. The first race was capÂtured by the GerÂman filmmaker/propagandist Leni RiefenÂstahl in her famous film docÂuÂmentÂing the 1936 Games, Olympia. It’s all queued up above and ready to go.
Now the cruÂel footÂnote to this stoÂry: after his four vicÂtoÂries, Owens returned to the U.S. and immeÂdiÂateÂly conÂfrontÂed the cold racist attiÂtudes of his counÂtryÂmen. There was no pause, no reprieve, even for an Olympic gold medalÂist. LatÂer, he recalled:
When I came back to my native counÂtry, after all the stoÂries about Hitler, I couldÂn’t ride in the front of the bus. I had to go to the back door. I couldÂn’t live where I wantÂed. I wasÂn’t invitÂed to shake hands with Hitler, but I wasÂn’t invitÂed to the White House to shake hands with the PresÂiÂdent, either.
New York City did hold a tickÂer-tape parade in his honÂor. But when he attendÂed a recepÂtion at the WalÂdorf-AstoÂria, he was forced to ride the freight eleÂvaÂtor. And he didÂn’t make it to the White House until EisenÂhowÂer named him an “AmbasÂsador of Sports” in 1955. FDR and TruÂman nevÂer bothÂered to extend an inviÂtaÂtion to the Olympic hero. Stephen elabÂoÂrates on all of this below: