A fantastically well-researched history of the life and career of James “Cool Papa” Bell, the fastest baseball player of the Negro Leagues, and one who lived in obscurity for decades due to the racism of segregated baseball in 30s, 40s, and beyond, as well as lack of consistent record-keeping and reporting about games featuring black ballplayers. The author is clear to note that although he did his best to sort through all the oral and written accounts of Bell’s history, both from his memory and from contemporaries, in some places we can only speculate about what exactly he did and didn’t do.
What is clear, though, is Bell was not only a great ballplayer, he was a great person. As the author notes, “The accurate recording of Cool Papa's life is a proposition nearly as futile, although its essence, much as the legend paints his baseball persona, comes through in a portfolio of kindness, sensitivity, selfless-ness, humility, merit, morality, conscience, devotion, and unflagging grace.”
In addition to a history of Cool Papa, this book also catalogues the history and issues of the Negro Leagues and its best players, as they worked, played, and struggled to make a living in a world that kept insisting they “just weren’t good enough” to play with white major leaguers, despite the fact that they played and beat many of those same players during exhibition and winter league games, and despite the clear evidence that it was only racial intolerance that kept the leagues segregated. Cool Papa was delighted when the majors finally integrated, but it came too late to do him and his contemporaries any good - they were too old by that point. "A lot of people tell me I was born too soon," Bell replied. "I wasn't born too soon. They just opened the door too late for the black ballplayer.” Though Satchel Paige did end up playing some in the majors towards the end of his career, the focus was on helping the new young talent break through and succeed, and succeed they did.
“Given the surpassing performances of black superstars at the earliest opportunity, there was simply no enduring logic in presuming that Willie Wells could not be credibly likened to Honus Wagner, Buck Leonard to Lou Gehrig, Satchel Paige to Walter Johnson, Mule Suttles to Jimmie Foxx, Willie Foster to Warren Spahn, Boojum Wilson to Rogers Hornsby, Wild Bill Wright to Mickey Mantle, Biz Mackey to Bill Dickey, or Turkey Stearnes to Ted Williams. And who in mainstream baseball could even approximate the singular talents of Josh Gibson, Martín Dihigo, Bullet Joe Rogan, or Cool Papa Bell? In spectacular, incontrovertible terms, the Negro Leagues had been validated. And yet, the more celebrity the black ballplayers acquired in the present, the deeper Cool Papa slipped into obscurity.”
I would definitely recommend this book to anyone interested in the history of baseball and racial politics. A lot of things in baseball have changed over the last 100 years, but some things remain the same: the joy of the game for those who love to play and watch it, and the frustration at times for both fans and players when vibes don’t equal wins, lol. “It should be noted, how-ever, that perfect harmony, while generally beating the alternative, does not always beat the baseball team in the opposite dugout, which the American Giants demonstrated at a convincing rate.” (Just had to throw that in there as a lifelong Mariners fan.)