You will forgive me, or not, if I think Avery Brundage was one of the more disgusting men this country has ever produced who rose to any manner of prominence. He did not have the moral authority to scoop dog shit, but he led the U.S. Olympic Committee.
Or maybe you will argue, "He was typical of his time. We can't blame him for thinking what he thought."
You will forgive me, or not, if I don't give a shit how some of people of his day thought. Escaping the philosophical errors of one's day is doable; one only has to question them and discover they are baseless.
And Avery Brundage, of all people, had the opportunities and missed them as if proudly so.
But I am getting ahead of myself. For this diary is about three men, and Avery Brundage qualifies on the biological level, not the honor level.
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