LESSONS OF FRIENDSHIP
58 | May• 2019
beyondthetake-offboardfora foul.
Onthesecondjump,I fouledeven
worse.DidI come 6000 kilometresto
fouloutofthetrialsandmakea fool
ofmyself?I thoughtbitterly.
Walkingafewmetresfromthe
pit,I kickedatthedirtindisgust.
Suddenly,I felta handonmyshoul-
der.I turnedtolookintothefriendly
blueeyesofthetallGermanbroad
jumper.Hehadeasilyqualifiedfor
thefinalsonhisfirstattempt.He
offeredmea firmhandshake.
“JesseOwens,I’mLuzLong.I don’t
thinkwe’vemet.”HespokeEnglish
well,thoughwitha Germantwist.
“Glad to meet you,” I said. Then,
tryingtohidemynervousness,I
added,“Howareyou?”
“I’mfine.Thequestionis:howare
you?”
“Whatdoyoumean?”I asked.
“Somethingmustbeeatingyou,”
hesaid.“You shouldbe ableto
qualifywithyoureyesclosed.”
“Believeme, I knowit,”I told
him– anditfeltgoodtosaythatto
someone.Forthenextfewminutes,
wetalked.I didn’ttellLuzwhatwas
‘eating’me,butheseemedtounder-
stand my anger, and he took pains to
reassureme.Althoughhe’dbeenin-
doctrinatedintheNaziyouthmove-
ment,hedidn’tbelieveintheAry-
an-supremacybusinessanymorethan
I did.Welaughedoverthefactthathe
reallylookedthepart,though.Hehad
alean,muscularframe,blueeyes,
blondhairanda handsome,chiselled
face.Finally,seeingthatI hadcalmed
downsomewhat,hepointedtothe
take-offboard.
“Whydon’tyoudrawa linea few
centimetresinbackoftheboardand
makeyourtake-offfromthere?”he
said.“You’llbesurenottofoul,and
you certainly ought to jump far
enough to qualify. What does it matter
if you’re not first in the trials?
Tomorrowiswhatcounts.”
Thetensionseemedtoebboutof
mybodyasthetruthofwhathesaid
hitme.Confidently,I drewa linea
full 30 centimetresbehindtheboard
andproceeded to jump from there. I
qualified.
THATNIGHTI walkedovertoLuz’s
roomintheOlympicvillagetothank
him. If ithadn’tbeenfor him, I
probablywouldn’thavebeenjump-
ing in the finals the following day. We
AlthoughLuzLonghadbeenindoctrinated
intheNaziyouthmovement,hedidn’t
believe in the Aryan-supremacy business