CURT FLOOD

Whatever I contributed to the unique morale of the Cardinals was part of this growth, and so, of course, was my decision to have it out in public with the owners of organized baseball.

I lost money, coaching jobs, a shot at the Hall of Fame.

But I want you to know that what I'm doing here I'm doing as a ballplayer, a major league ballplayer.

I'd often wondered what would I do if I were ever traded, because it happened many, many times.

Remember when I told you about the American dream? That if you worked hard enough and tried hard enough and kicked yourself in the butt, you'd succeed? Well, I think I did, I think I did.

I'm a child of the sixties, I'm a man of the sixties. During that period of time this country was coming apart at the seams. We were in Southeast Asia. Good men were dying for America and for the Constitution.

I was told by the general manager that a white player had received a higher raise than me. Because white people required more money to live than black people. That is why I wasn't going to get a raise.

It was so difficult for the fans to understand my problems with baseball.

I was leaving probably one of the greatest organizations in hte world at that time for what was probably one of the least like, and, by God, this is America.

I'm a human being I'm not a piece of property. I am not a consignment of goods.

People try to make a Greek tragedy of my life, and they can't do it. I'm too happy.

Customary though it may be to write about that institutionalized pastime as though it existed apart from the general environment, my story does not lend itself to such treatment.

All the grand work was laid for people who came after me. The Supreme Court decided not to give it to me, so they gave it to two white guys. I think that's what they were waiting for.

Baseball regards us as sheep.

Baseball was socially relevant, and so was my rebellion against it.

If you destroyed the underpinnings of this great American sport, you are a hated, ugly, detestable person.

I'll also say, yes, I think the change in black consciuosness in recent years has made me more sensitive to injustice in every area of my life.

And I'd be lying if I told you that as a black man in baseball I hadn't gone through worse times than my teammates.

The baseball establishment is permissive about revelry.

I am pleased that God made my skin black, but I only wish he had made it thicker.

After 12 years in the major leagues, I do not feel that I am a piece of property to be bought and sold regardless of my wishes.

The funny thing about these uniforms is that you hang them in the closet and they get smaller and smaller.

There is no such thing as bragging. You're either lying or telling the truth.

A well-paid slave is nonetheless a slave.

I lost money, coaching jobs, a shot at the Hall of Fame. But when you weigh that against all the things that are really and truly important, things that are deep inside you, then I think I've succeeded.