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Book Review: Indian Summer- The Tragic Story of Louis Francis SockalexisBy Siu Wai Stroshane
October 25, 2003 Indian Summer: The Tragic Story of Louis Francis Sockalexis,
The First Native American in Major League Baseball “Indian Summer,” by Brian McDonald
(“My Father’s Gun) reads almost like a riveting novel and
sets Louis Sockalexis’ meteoric rise and fall within the historical
context of the shameful treatment of Native Americans in the late nineteenth
century, when Indians had been subdued and herded onto reservations. Fifty
years before Jackie Robinson, Sockalexis broke the color barrier in the
major leagues, but unlike Robinson, he had to blaze the trail alone. Each chapter of “Indian Summer” opens with reproduced clippings from Sockalexis’ career so that the reader may get an authentic feel for the game scores, a nice sketch of “Sock,” and the sportswriters’ racially slanted headlines of the day. “Ewing’s Red Men Scalped Nicely by Tebeau’s Indians” and “The War Club Wielded Vigorously” are just two examples. The author describes the racial climate of the day, with Native American children being forcibly removed from their homes and placed in boarding schools that sought to “kill the Indian” and “save the child,” cutting their braids and forbidding them to speak their own language. The great Jim Thorpe grew up in such a school. Fortunately, Louis Sockalexis did not. Although he encountered racism all throughout his career, he quickly won over his tormentors with his easy smile and calm demeanor. Handsome and well built, towering over his teammates, he had a large female following in ballparks all around the country. Only after drink and injury destroyed his performance on the field did the crowds heap scorn on his head and even throw firecrackers at his feet. By his own admission, McDonald fictionalizes some of the bare outlines of Sockalexis’s life, such as his famous showdown with fireball pitcher Amos Rusie of the New York Giants, who had sworn to “fan the Indian.” After four pages of suspense, the resulting home run is described in almost lyrical terms: ‘The ball creased the blue sky like a midday comet...” Unfortunately, McDonald also seems to enjoy dwelling on the sordid details of “Sock’s” barroom brawls and carousels in brothels. He paints Sockalexis’s life in consistently tragic hues, and states that Louis drank “to forget that he was an Indian.” But the reasons for alcohol addiction aren’t always so clear-cut. Not only that, Sock never hesitated to identify himself as Penobscot, and even gently joked about it to the press. In the absence of any documentation, it becomes hard to accept fictionalized interpretations of the ruined ballplayer’s thoughts: “In the searing pain of hangover…the drumbeat of his past was impossible to deny.” Because of this occasional tendency to play loose with the facts, I give this otherwise enjoyable book a rating of 2 balls. Buy From Amazon! Our Rating System is based on a four ball system as
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