how would Luz long winning the broad jump event have added support to Hitler's Aryan superiority theory
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Luz long a young German athelete proved the Words of Pioneer of Olympic Pieere De Coubertin that most important thing in Olympic is not winning but taking part and essential part of life is not conquering but living well. ... By this advice Jesse Won OLYMPIC Prize.
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I guessed that if Long won, it would add some support to the Nazis’ Aryan-superiority theory. After all, I am Black. A little hot under the collar about Hitler’s ways, I determined to go out there and really show der Führer and his master race who was superior and who wasn’t.
An angry athlete is an athlete who will make mistakes, as any coach will tell you. I was no exception. On the first of my three qualifying jumps, I leaped from several centimetres beyond the takeoff board for a foul. On the second jump, I fouled even worse. Did I come 6,000 kilometres for this? I thought bitterly, To foul out of the trials and make a fool of myself?
Walking a few yards from the pit, I kicked at the dirt in disgust. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look into the friendly blue eyes of the tall German broad jumper. He had easily qualified for the finals on his first attempt. He offered me a firm handshake.
“Jesse Owens, I’m Luz Long. I don’t think we’ve met.” He spoke English well, though with a German twist.
“Glad to meet you,” I said. Then, trying to hide my nervousness, I added, “How are you?”
“I’m fine. The question is: how are you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Something must be eating you,” he said. “You should be able to qualify with your eyes closed.”
“Believe me, I know it,” I told him—and it felt good to say that to someone.
For the next few minutes, we talked. I didn’t tell Luz what was “eating” me, but he seemed to under stand my anger, and he took pains to reassure me. Although he’d been indoctrinated in the Nazi youth movement, he didn’t believe in the Aryan-supremacy business any more than I did. We laughed over the fact that he really looked the part, though. He had a lean, muscular frame, blue eyes, blond hair and a handsome, chiselled face. Finally, seeing that I had calmed down somewhat, he pointed to the takeoff board.
“Why don’t you draw a line a few centimetres in back of the board and make your takeoff from there?” he said. “You’ll be sure not to foul, and you certainly ought to jump far enough to qualify. What does it matter if you’re not first in the trials? Tomorrow is what counts.”
The tension seemed to ebb out of my body as the truth of what he said hit me. Confidently, I drew a line a full 30 centimetres behind the board and proceeded to jump from there. I qualified.
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