Chapter 4 A New Life
"Oh, dear God . . ."
Jim knew that this was the last time he would see this look on
Mae's face after a fight. "I don't have the money," he said, too tired
to find the words to make it easier. "They refused to pay me, took
away my license. They said that I'm finished as a boxer."
The fear in Mae's eyes turned to anger. She didn't care about
boxing licenses or fight rules. She only cared about her husband.
"Jimmy, what happened to your hand?"
"It's broken in three places."
Mae wasn't thinking about boxing now. "If you can't work, we
won't be able to pay the bills, buy food . . . We'll have to send the
children to stay with my sister."
"Mae, I can still work," Jim said. "Get the black shoe polish
from the cupboard. Nobody will give me a job if they see this cast
on my hand, so we'll cover it up."
Mae saw it in her husband's eyes then—Jim Braddock wasn't
going to be beaten. "I'll cut your coat so you can put it on over
the cast," she said, opening the shoe polish and spreading it on the
white cast. "Now we just need a piece of steak for your face, Jim
Braddock!" she laughed.
Six-year-old Rosy's face appeared around the blanket. Jim
smiled at her, deciding, not for the first time, that he was a lucky
man to have Mae as his wife.
It was early morning and Jim was standing outside the familiar
locked gate at Newark docks. As the sun appeared in the east, the
foreman, Jake, walked up. Jim put his broken hand behind him.
The doctor had said it would be useless for months.
"One, two, three . . ." As usual, Jake walked along the group,
pointing to the workers he wanted. ".. . five, six, seven . . ."Jim
stood tall.". . . eight. . ."Jake's eyes fell on Jim, then the foreman
pointed at him: "Nine."
A win! Jim stepped forward, knowing that he was one of the
lucky few who had work that day.
Minutes later, Jim was meeting his new partner. The young,
handsome man introduced himself as Mike Wilson.
"What happened to you?" he asked Jim, staring at the black and
blue marks on his face.
"I got into a fight," Jim told the man.
Together the two men had to move a mountain of sacks from
one area to another. It took two strong men to lift each sack, using
big hooks to pick the sacks up.
Jim found the work very difficult. He had never really used his
left hand for anything. It was really hard using the hook with it,
while trying to hide the cast on his right hand.
"There was a fighter called Jim Braddock," said Mike. "I
listened to his fights on the radio. There's another fighter using the
name now, but this guy's no good."
Jim saw the smile on Mike's face. He almost laughed himself,
but then the sack fell from the hook in his hand.
Mike saw Jim's cast. "This isn't going to work," he said. "You
can't do this job with a bad hand, and you can't slow me down.
I need this job."
Jim gave his partner a quick look. "Listen, I can do this."
Suddenly, a new voice shouted, "What's happening here?" It
was the foreman, and he was staring at Jim's bad hand.
Instead of trying to explain, Jim sank the hook back into the
sack with his left hand. Then he waited, unable to do anything
until his partner moved. After a few terrible seconds, Mike sunk
the hook into his end of the sack. The two men lifted the heavy
sack together and carried it across the dock. Then they moved for
another sack, then another, and another.
Jake, the foreman, stood there with arms crossed, watching
every move. Finally, he walked away
Jim lifted his face to Mike. "Thanks," he said.
•
It was raining hard, but Mae didn't move. Her place in this soup
line was too valuable. Hundreds of people were ahead of her, but a
lot were behind her, too. They were all waiting for free soup and
bread from the truck at the head of the line. Mae held Rosy in her
arms. The two boys ran around playing.
"You need to stand for a few minutes, Rosy," said Mae.
"I don't want to!" cried Rosy. "The sidewalk's wet!"
"Who's making all this noise?"
Immediately, Rosy's crying stopped. Her father appeared beside
her, big and strong and with a smile on his face for her.
As he lifted Rosy, Jim told Mae, "I got a job at the docks."
Mae noticed something inside Jim's coat. His boxing shoes. She
wasn't surprised to see them. A few boxing organizers in expensive
suits couldn't stop her husband from fighting, even if they had
taken away his license.
"Are you training today?" she asked him.
"I was thinking of selling them," said Jim. "Then we can pay the
grocer by the end of the week."
Mae didn't know what to say. At last she said, "Don't take less
than a dollar, Jim.He saw the tears in her eyes. "Go home. I'll stand in line."
She handed him the empty pot and took the children home.
Jim's eyes followed them, and then he looked forward again,
turning his collar up against the wind. The soup truck seemed far,
far away, but Jim had become good at waiting.
Hours later, familiar sounds greeted Jim's ears—-jump ropes
hitting the wooden floors, leather gloves hitting punching bags.
This was the gym that Jim had trained in for years. It was the place
where he had first met Joe Gould. Even now, part of him wanted
to get into the ring and fight.
As he entered the gym, the usual smell of leather and sweat hit
him. He looked at all the boxers training hard.
"Jimmy!" said a friendly voice. "Have you come to train?"
It was Joe Jeannette, the owner of the gym. The old fighter had
never been a champion, but he had always been a hero to Jim. A
great boxer with quick hands and a knockout punch, Jeannette
had been one of the best heavyweights in the country. But he was
a black man, and few white boxers agreed to fight him. Jeannette
never had the chance to fight for the title. But Jeannette couldn't
stay away from the fight game. He had become a referee, and he
had opened this gym. He was never too busy to give advice to a
young boxer.
Jim tried to return Jeannette's smile, but he couldn't. He put the
soup pot down and pulled his boxing shoes out of his coat.
A few minutes later, Joe Gould stepped onto the gym floor. He
was here to see a new boxer, not Jim Braddock. Joe watched as Jim
handed his boxing shoes to a young, black boxer, who paid Jim ten
cents. Then Jim picked up his soup and bread and turned toward
the front entrance.
Joe Jeannette looked up and saw the manager standing at the
back of the gym. His eyes held a question for Joe, but Joe just
shook his head and stepped behind the door.
It's better for both of us if Jim doesn't see me, Joe thought.
4 A บทชีวิตใหม่"โอ้ พระเจ้ารัก.. "จิมรู้ว่า นี้คือครั้งสุดท้ายที่เขาจะเห็นลักษณะนี้ใบหน้าของแม่หลังจากการต่อสู้ "ฉันไม่มีเงิน เขากล่าวว่า เกินไปเหนื่อยในการค้นหาคำเพื่อให้ง่ายขึ้น "พวกเขาปฏิเสธที่จะจ่ายให้ฉัน เอาเก็บใบอนุญาตของฉัน พวกเขากล่าวว่า ฉันทำเสร็จแล้วเป็นนักมวย"ความน่ากลัวในสายตาของแม่ที่กลายเป็นความโกรธ เธอไม่สนใจใบอนุญาตชกมวยหรือการต่อสู้กฎ เธอดูแลเกี่ยวกับสามีของเธอ"จิมมี่ เกิดอะไรขึ้นกับมือของคุณ""มันเป็นงานในสถานที่สาม"แม่ไม่ได้คิดเกี่ยวกับมวยตอนนี้ "ถ้าคุณไม่ทำงาน เราไม่ได้ชำระค่าใช้จ่าย ซื้ออาหาร... เราจะต้องส่งตัวเด็กพักกับน้องสาวของฉัน""แม่ สามารถยังทำงาน จิมกล่าว "รับขัดรองเท้าสีดำจากตู้ ไม่มีใครจะให้ฉันงานถ้าพวกเขาดูหล่อนี้ในมือของฉัน ดังนั้นเราจะครอบคลุมค่า"แม่เห็นสายตาของสามีแล้ว — ไม่จิมแบรดด็อคไปปราชัย "ผมจะตัดเสื้อของคุณเพื่อให้คุณสามารถใส่มันเกินการหล่อ เธอกล่าวว่า เปิดยาขัดรองเท้า และแพร่กระจายในหล่อขาว "ตอนนี้เราเพียงแค่ชิ้นส่วนของสเต็กสำหรับใบหน้า จิมแบรดด็อค "เธอหัวเราะหกปีโรซี่หน้าปรากฏสถานครอบคลุม จิมยิ้มที่เธอ ตัดสินใจ ในครั้งแรก ไม่ว่า เป็นความโชคดีคนมีแม่เป็นภรรยา มันเป็นเช้า และจิมยืนนอกคุ้นเคยประตูถูกล็อกในท่านวร์ก ขณะที่ดวงอาทิตย์ปรากฏในภาคตะวันออก การยืน เจค เดินขึ้น จิมใส่มือหักหลังเขาThe doctor had said it would be useless for months."One, two, three . . ." As usual, Jake walked along the group,pointing to the workers he wanted. ".. . five, six, seven . . ."Jimstood tall.". . . eight. . ."Jake's eyes fell on Jim, then the foremanpointed at him: "Nine."A win! Jim stepped forward, knowing that he was one of thelucky few who had work that day.Minutes later, Jim was meeting his new partner. The young,handsome man introduced himself as Mike Wilson."What happened to you?" he asked Jim, staring at the black andblue marks on his face."I got into a fight," Jim told the man.Together the two men had to move a mountain of sacks fromone area to another. It took two strong men to lift each sack, usingbig hooks to pick the sacks up.Jim found the work very difficult. He had never really used hisleft hand for anything. It was really hard using the hook with it,while trying to hide the cast on his right hand."There was a fighter called Jim Braddock," said Mike. "Ilistened to his fights on the radio. There's another fighter using thename now, but this guy's no good."Jim saw the smile on Mike's face. He almost laughed himself,but then the sack fell from the hook in his hand.Mike saw Jim's cast. "This isn't going to work," he said. "Youcan't do this job with a bad hand, and you can't slow me down.I need this job."Jim gave his partner a quick look. "Listen, I can do this." Suddenly, a new voice shouted, "What's happening here?" Itwas the foreman, and he was staring at Jim's bad hand.Instead of trying to explain, Jim sank the hook back into thesack with his left hand. Then he waited, unable to do anythinguntil his partner moved. After a few terrible seconds, Mike sunkthe hook into his end of the sack. The two men lifted the heavysack together and carried it across the dock. Then they moved foranother sack, then another, and another.Jake, the foreman, stood there with arms crossed, watchingevery move. Finally, he walked awayJim lifted his face to Mike. "Thanks," he said.•It was raining hard, but Mae didn't move. Her place in this soupline was too valuable. Hundreds of people were ahead of her, but alot were behind her, too. They were all waiting for free soup andbread from the truck at the head of the line. Mae held Rosy in herarms. The two boys ran around playing."You need to stand for a few minutes, Rosy," said Mae."I don't want to!" cried Rosy. "The sidewalk's wet!""Who's making all this noise?"Immediately, Rosy's crying stopped. Her father appeared besideher, big and strong and with a smile on his face for her.As he lifted Rosy, Jim told Mae, "I got a job at the docks."Mae noticed something inside Jim's coat. His boxing shoes. Shewasn't surprised to see them. A few boxing organizers in expensivesuits couldn't stop her husband from fighting, even if they hadtaken away his license."Are you training today?" she asked him."I was thinking of selling them," said Jim. "Then we can pay thegrocer by the end of the week."Mae didn't know what to say. At last she said, "Don't take lessthan a dollar, Jim.He saw the tears in her eyes. "Go home. I'll stand in line."She handed him the empty pot and took the children home.Jim's eyes followed them, and then he looked forward again,turning his collar up against the wind. The soup truck seemed far,far away, but Jim had become good at waiting.Hours later, familiar sounds greeted Jim's ears—-jump ropeshitting the wooden floors, leather gloves hitting punching bags.This was the gym that Jim had trained in for years. It was the placewhere he had first met Joe Gould. Even now, part of him wantedto get into the ring and fight.As he entered the gym, the usual smell of leather and sweat hithim. He looked at all the boxers training hard."Jimmy!" said a friendly voice. "Have you come to train?"It was Joe Jeannette, the owner of the gym. The old fighter hadnever been a champion, but he had always been a hero to Jim. Agreat boxer with quick hands and a knockout punch, Jeannettehad been one of the best heavyweights in the country. But he wasa black man, and few white boxers agreed to fight him. Jeannettenever had the chance to fight for the title. But Jeannette couldn'tstay away from the fight game. He had become a referee, and hehad opened this gym. He was never too busy to give advice to ayoung boxer.Jim tried to return Jeannette's smile, but he couldn't. He put thesoup pot down and pulled his boxing shoes out of his coat.A few minutes later, Joe Gould stepped onto the gym floor. Hewas here to see a new boxer, not Jim Braddock. Joe watched as Jimhanded his boxing shoes to a young, black boxer, who paid Jim tencents. Then Jim picked up his soup and bread and turned towardthe front entrance.Joe Jeannette looked up and saw the manager standing at theback of the gym. His eyes held a question for Joe, but Joe justshook his head and stepped behind the door.It's better for both of us if Jim doesn't see me, Joe thought.
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