I was 17 and a senior
on the football team. It was the third game of the season. “Speedy” was our
star halfback. The place Alabama, the year 1972, and Speedy was black. Our high
school was well integrated for the time because of its proximity to a military
post. The majority of the schools against which we competed, though, were still
largely segregated. Skin color defined who you were and racism, in all its
ugliness, came to play on the football field that night. Hate letters, filled
with racial slurs, threats of injury, and even death, had arrived at our school
the week prior. They warned us not to bring our “n-----s”, in particular,
Speedy.
It was early in the third quarter. We were winning and
Speedy was having a great game. Despite the threats, thus far, it was simply a
hard fought football game. Then it happened. I played defense so I was standing
on the sidelines when Speedy came running by for a 20 - yard gain. 5 yards past
me, he was knocked out of bounds. As he rolled on his back, play called dead, another
opposing player dived head first, spearing Speedy’s helmet with his. Speedy did
not get up. The coaches rushed over and, after a few minutes, he was taken away
by ambulance. We lost the game.
We did not hear anything further until the following
morning. The coaches called our homes. Speedy was dead! Disbelief and shock set
in. Anger, soon followed. The threats had become more than words. As a team, we
watched the game film and “the hit”- rewinding, replaying, reliving that tragic
moment. We all felt it was intentional, that Speedy had been targeted. We
wanted something done. We wanted justice. We wanted revenge. Nothing ever
happened, though, not even a penalty for the late hit. In the world that was
Alabama, it was simply an unfortunate accident, a part of the game. I cried, we
all cried, and our lives were changed forever.
Why write this story when it has nothing to do with
medicine? I write it so you may have a better understanding of who I am as a
person, as a leader, someone who hates prejudice and injustice. I write it so
those too young to have known that period of history, may have a better
understanding of how far we have come, yet how far we still have to go. I write
because life is precious and there is no guarantee of tomorrow. I write because
Speedy’s story still needs to be known.
Andy Lamb, MD
For those interested, this story was published in the
October 14, 2013 issue of Sports Illustrated. It can be accessed by going to
SI.COM/speedy, and scrolling down to the link “The Ghost of Speedy Cannon”. You
can watch the hit on a segment of the 8mm game film.
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