Sometimes photographs deceive.
Take this one, for example. It represents John Carlos and Tommie Smith’s
rebellious gesture the day they won medals for the 200 meters at the 1968
Summer Olympics in Mexico City, and it certainly deceived me for a long time.
I always saw the photo as a powerful image of two barefoot black
men, with their heads bowed, their black-gloved fists in the air while the US
National Anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” played. It was a strong symbolic
gesture – taking a stand for African American civil rights in a year of
tragedies that included the death of Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy.
It’s a historic photo of two men of color. For this reason I
never really paid attention to the other man, white, like me, motionless on the
second step of the medal podium. I considered him a random presence, an extra
in Carlos and Smith’s moment, or a kind of intruder. Actually, I even thought
that that guy – who seemed to be just a simpering Englishman – represented, in
his icy immobility, the will to resist the change that Smith and Carlos were
invoking in their silent protest. But I was wrong.
Thanks to an oldarticle by
Gianni Mura, today I discovered the truth: that white man in
the photo is, perhaps, the biggest hero of that night in 1968. His name was
Peter Norman, he was an Australian who arrived in the 200 meters finals after
having ran an amazing 20.22 in the semi finals. Only the two Americans,Tommie “The Jet” SmithandJohn Carloshad done better: 20.14 and 20.12,
respectively.
It seemed as if the victory would be decided between the two
Americans. Norman was an unknown sprinter, who seemed to just be having a
good couple of heats. John Carlos, years later, said that he was asked what
happened to the small white guy – standing at 5’6”tall, and running as fast as
him and Smith, both taller than 6’2”.
The time for the finals arrives, and the outsider Peter Norman
runs the race of a lifetime, improving on his time yet again. He finishes the
race at 20.06, his best performance ever, an Australian record that still
stands today, 47 years later.
But that record wasn’t enough, because Tommie Smith was really
“The Jet,” and he responded to Norman’s Australian record with a world record.
In short, it was a great race.
Yet that race will never be as memorable as what followed at the
awards ceremony.
It didn’t take long after the race to realize that something
big, unprecedented, was about to take place on the medal podium. Smith and
Carlos decided they wanted to show the entire world what their fight for human
rights looked like, and word spread among the athletes.
Norman was a white man from Australia, a country that had strict
apartheid laws, almost as strict as South Africa. There was tension and
protests in the streets of Australia following heavy restrictions on non-white
immigration and discriminatory laws against aboriginal people, some of which
consisted of forced adoptions of native children to white families.
The two Americans had asked Norman if he believed in human
rights. Norman said he did. They asked him if he believed in God, and he, who
had been in theSalvation Army, said he believed
strongly in God. “We knew that what we were going to do was far greater than
any athletic feat, and he said “I’ll stand with you” – remembers John Carlos –
“I expected to see fear in Norman’s eyes, but instead we saw love.”
Smith and Carlos had decided to get up on the stadium wearing
the Olympic Project for Human Rights badge, a movement of athletes in support
of the battle for equality.
They would receive their medals barefoot, representing the
poverty facing people of color. They would wear the famous black gloves, a
symbol of the Black Panthers’ cause.But before going up on the podium they realized they
only had one pair of black gloves. “Take one
each”, Norman suggested. Smith and Carlos took his advice.
But then Norman did something else. “I believe in what you
believe. Do you have another one of those for me”? he asked, pointing to the
Olympic Project for Human Rights badge on the others’ chests. “That way I can
show my support for your cause.” Smith admitted to being astonished,
ruminating: “Who is this white Australian guy? He won his silver medal, can’t
he just take it and that be enough!”.
Smith responded that he didn’t, also because he would not be
denied his badge. There happened to be a white American rower with them, Paul
Hoffman, an activist with the Olympic Project for Human Rights. After hearing
everything he thought “if a white Australian is going to ask me for an Olympic
Project for Human Rights badge, then by God he would have one!” Hoffman didn’t
hesitate: “I gave him the only one I had: mine”.
The three went out on the field and got up on the podium: the
rest is history, preserved in the power of the photo. “I couldn’t see what was
happening,” Norman recounts, “[but] I had known they had gone through with
their plans when a voice in the crowd sang the American anthem but then faded
to nothing. The stadium went quiet.”
The head of the American delegation vowed that these athletes
would pay the price their entire lives for that gesture, a gesture he thought
had nothing to do with the sport. Smith and Carlos were immediately suspended
from the American Olympic team and expelled from the Olympic Village, while the
rower Hoffman was accused of conspiracy.
Once home the two fastest men in the world faced heavy
repercussions and death threats.
But time, in the end, proved that they had been right and they
became champions in the fight for human rights. With their image
restored they collaborated with the American team of Athletics, and a
statue of them was erected at the San Jose State University. Peter Norman is
absent from this statue. His absence from the podium step seems an epitaph of a
hero that no one ever noticed. A forgotten athlete, deleted from history, even
in Australia, his own country.
Four years later at the 1972 Summer Olympics that took place in
Munich, Germany, Norman wasn’t part of the Australian sprinters team, despite
having run qualifying times for the 200 meters thirteen times and the 100
meters five times.
Norman left competitive athletics behind after this
disappointment, continuing to run at the amatuer level.
Back in the change-resisting, whitewashed Australia he was treated
like an outsider, his family outcast, and work impossible to find. For a time
he worked as a gym teacher, continuing to struggle against inequalities as a
trade unionist and occasionally working in a butcher shop. An injury
caused Norman to contract gangrene which led to issues with depression and
alcoholism.
As John Carlos said, “If we were getting beat up,Peter was facing an entire country and
suffering alone.” For years Norman had only one chance to save
himself: he was invited to condemn his co-athletes, John Carlos and Tommie
Smith’s gesture in exchange for a pardon from the system that ostracized him.
A pardon that would have allowed him to find a stable job
through the Australian Olympic Committee and be part of the organization of the
2000 Sydney Olympic Games. Norman never gave in and never condemned the choice
of the two Americans.
He was the greatest Australian sprinter in history and the
holder of the 200 meter record, yet he wasn’t even invited to the Olympics in
Sydney. It was the American Olympic Committee, that once they learned of this
news asked him to join their group and invited him to Olympic champion Michael
Johnson’s birthday party, for whom Peter Norman was a role model and a hero.
Norman died suddenly from a heart attack in 2006, without his
country ever having apologized for their treatment of him. At his funeral
Tommie Smith and John Carlos, Norman’s friends since that moment in 1968, were
his pallbearers, sending him off as a hero.
“Peter was a lone soldier. He consciously chose to be a
sacrificial lamb in the name of human rights. There’s no one more than him that
Australia should honor, recognize and appreciate” John Carlos said.
“He paid the price with his choice,” explained Tommie Smith, “It
wasn’t just a simple gesture to help us, it was HIS fight. He was a white man,
a white Australian man among two men of color, standing up in the moment of
victory, all in the name of the same thing”.
Only in 2012 did the Australian Parliament approve a motion to
formally apologize to Peter Norman and rewrite him into history with this
statement:
This House “recognises the extraordinary athletic achievements
of the late Peter Norman, who won the silver medal in the 200 meters sprint
running event at the 1968 Mexico City Olympics, in a time of 20.06 seconds,
which still stands as the Australian record”.
“Acknowledges the bravery of Peter Norman in donning an Olympic
Project for Human Rights badge on the podium, in solidarity with
African-American athletes Tommie Smith and John Carlos, who gave the ‘black
power’ salute”.
“Apologises to Peter Norman for the wrong done by Australia in
failing to send him to the 1972 Munich Olympics, despite repeatedly qualifying;
and belatedly recognises the powerful role that Peter Norman played in
furthering racial equality”.
However, perhaps, the words that remind us best of Peter Norman
are simply his own words when describing the reasons for his gesture, in the
documentary film “Salute,”
written, directed and produced by his nephew Matt.
“I couldn’t see why a black man couldn’t drink the same water
from a water fountain, take the same bus or go to the same school as a white
man.
There was a social injustice that I couldn’t do anything about
from where I was, but I certainly hated it.
It has been said that sharing my silver medal with that incident
on the victory dais detracted from my performance.
On the contrary.
I have to confess, I was rather proud to be part of it”.
When even today it seems
the fight for human rights and equality is never-ending, and innocent lives are
being taken, we have to remember the people that have already made
self-sacrifices, like Peter Norman, and try to emulate their example. Equality
and justice is not a single community’s fight, it’s everyone’s.
So this October, when
I’ll be in San Jose, I am going to visit the Olympic Black Power statue on the
San Jose State University campus, and that empty podium step will remind me of
a forgotten, but truly courageous hero, Peter Norman.