This impression is underscored by the high level of minority representation in our major team sports.
It was April 22, 1831, and a young man was walking down Whitehall in the direction of Parliament Street. He wore shepherd's plaid trousers and the swallow-tail coat of the day, with a figured muslin cravat wound about his wide-spread collar.
[…] walking across the open in stern composure, with the pingings of the hostile bullets, and the imploring cries of his comrades to save himself, sounding in his ears.
Roland, who was holding the dinghy painter, agreed with him. It's right, Frank, he said. You know he can never resist a boating trip. O.K., Dick, your chariot awaits.
