I was lucky enough to see Hank Aaron play, once, in Philadelphia late in his career.
We were living in Baltimore and my father wanted me to see the great man in person. As someone who read every baseball book I could find, I comprehended Aaron's status as one of the greatest players ever but was surprised by his aura of humility.
He was pursuing the all-time home run record held by Babe Ruth, a man who was as much showman as slugger. If you had watched Aaron in person without knowing anything about him and, if you didn't witness one of his whip-like home run swings, you might have mistaken him for a journeyman, because he offered no displays of flamboyance or arrogance.
In 1974, as he pursued Ruth's record, Aaron blended his natural grace with survivalist stoicism. He faced not merely the pressure of making history, but of confronting America's.
As a Black person growing up in the deep South before Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier, Aaron succeeded because he had the strength to endure.
Aaron played in the Negro Leagues. After signing with the Milwaukee Braves, he joined their farm system playing in Eau Claire, Wis., then endured a year of overt racism in Jacksonville, Fla., before starting his big-league career with Milwaukee in 1954.
Eau Claire erected a statue honoring Aaron in a 1994 ceremony that he attended. Eau Claire, he said, gave him his first glimpse of desegregation.
"If it had not been for my first year as an 18-year-old kid coming to Eau Claire … and having the people accept me … as a human being … I think that my career might have stumbled a little bit," he said in '94.