Dear Mr. Kuhn, After twelve years in the major leagues, I do not feel that I am a piece of property to be bought and sold irrespective of my wishes
People try to make a Greek tragedy of my life, and they can't do it. I'm too happy.
I am pleased that God made my skin black - but I wish He had made it thicker.
I'm a human being. I'm not a piece of property. I'm not a consignment of goods.
I'd often wondered what would I do if I were ever traded, because it happened many, many times.
If you destroyed the underpinnings of this great American sport, you are a hated, ugly, detestable person.