Above and beyond

This is a most poignant but heartwarming true story of friendship which should be cited as an example of human compassion in the face of ideological and racial tensions.

 

To win four gold medals at a single Olympic Games is astonishing enough; however, to do so as a black person in 1936, at a tense Olympic Games hosted by Adolf Hitler, is almost beyond belief. 

Yet Jesse Owens did exactly that in the face of an overwhelming choreography of Aryan superiority to take gold in the 100 metre and 200 metre sprints,  4 x 100 metre relay, and long jump, all in the space of a few days. 

He also made a good friend in the form of German athlete Luz Long, the blond-haired, blue-eyed, long jump rival who swapped training tips with Owens after the American athlete was close to being disqualified after his first two jumps failed. It was Luz Long who suggested that Owens place a towel on the runway side at the point he should take off in order to get through to the next round. 

Luz openly congratulated him after his final jump in full view of Hitler whose own doctrinal views towards other races and nationalities had been seen as a green light for his Nazi followers to commit atrocities during his period of power.

Having bonded so well at the Games, Owens and Long kept in touch by mail. 

Below is Long's last letter, written during WWII from North Africa where he was stationed with the German Army. Luz was killed in action in July 1943 during the Allied invasion of Sicily. 

(Source: Jesse: The Man Who Outran Hitler. Photo via EAL09)

Transcript

I am here, Jesse, where it seems there is only the dry sand and the wet blood. I do not fear so much for myself, my friend Jesse, I fear for my woman who is home, and my young son Karl, who has never really known his father.

My heart tells me, if I be honest with you, that this is the last letter I shall ever write. If it is so, I ask you something. It is a something so very important to me. It is you go to Germany when this war done, someday find my Karl, and tell him about his father. Tell him, Jesse, what times were like when we not separated by war. I am saying—tell him how things can be between men on this earth.

If you do this something for me, this thing that I need the most to know will be done, I do something for you, now. I tell you something I know you want to hear. And it is true.

That hour in Berlin when I first spoke to you, when you had your knee upon the ground, I knew that you were in prayer.

Then I not know how I know. Now I do. I know it is never by chance that we come together. I come to you that hour in 1936 for purpose more than der Berliner Olympiade.

And you, I believe, will read this letter, while it should not be possible to reach you ever, for purpose more even than our friendship.

I believe this shall come about because I think now that God will make it come about. This is what I have to tell you, Jesse.

I think I might believe in God.

And I pray to him that, even while it should not be possible for this to reach you ever, these words I write will still be read by you.

Your brother,

Luz

It reached Owens a year after it was sent. Years later, as per Long's request, Owens met and became firm friends with his son, Karl. He also went on to serve as best man at his wedding. Even after the great athleticism and sacrifices of Owens he himself was treated in the most shabby way from the inherent racism in his own country. 

(Taken from the superb source- Letter of Note compiled by Shaun Usher and posted in 2016)