Memoir Example – John Thompson:
I saw this memoir book review in the New York Times by Dwight Garner and wanted to share it because it is a GREAT example of what a memoir can be.
It is About Georgetown University Basketball Coach John Thompson (article below / article link at page bottom):
“I’m six feet 10 inches tall,” the longtime Georgetown basketball coach John Thompson writes in his posthumously published autobiography.
“I have a large mouth, a big head and a deep voice. I naturally make a big noise. Not only am I Black, but I have dark skin. My feet are big, my body is big. Sometimes I’m loud, but I’m loud because I’m composed of big things.”
Thompson, who died in August at 78, has left behind an unusually good sports memoir with an unusual title: “I Came as a Shadow.”
Though he grew up in the Washington, D.C., projects and his father never learned to read or write, Thompson had an uncle, Lewis Grandison Alexander, who was active in the Harlem Renaissance.
Alexander wrote a poem titled “Nocturne Varial” that began:
I came as a shadow,
I stand now a light;
The depth of my darkness
Transfigures your night.
This book is about Thompson’s own shadows, ones he was sorry to cast.
As a large, dark-skinned Black man coming of age in the 1950s and ’60s, he felt sorely underestimated — he sensed that white America instinctively considered him inelegant and unintellectual.
Later, when he began to win as a college basketball coach, the nature of that shadow changed. Suddenly he was viewed as a fearsome intimidator and a bully, designations he deplored but learned to use because they gave him a competitive edge.
If you followed college basketball in the 1970s, ’80s and ’90s, you’re aware of the reputation of the Georgetown Hoyas. (The team won an NCAA championship in 1984.)
They were thought to play rough. They were a team many loved to hate. “Bands in opposing arenas,” Thompson writes, “played the Darth Vader theme music when I walked by.”
Thompson considers that reputation overblown and deeply racist.
People weren’t used to seeing a big Black man yell, or Black players who would not back down. When his star center Patrick Ewing retaliated after being consistently fouled, Thompson writes, “a whole bunch of people who never played the game saw a Black team defending itself and called us thugs.”
Thompson was born in 1941. His father worked for a marble and tile company. “I don’t know exactly what my father’s job was at the factory,” he writes, “but when he came home from work his hands never got clean.”
His mother had a degree from a teachers college but couldn’t find work in education.
She took “day’s work” to help keep food on the table. Thompson writes: “‘Day’s work’ sounds better than ‘cleaning white folks’ houses,’ doesn’t it?”
His memories of his childhood are mostly fond. “I didn’t have my own bedroom to sleep in, I had a spot,” he writes. “Bedrooms were for the wealthy. I had a place to sleep, and I was happy.”
In retrospect he’s bitter at the way his parents’ lives were constrained by their race.
Thompson was precociously athletic. He played a lot of playground pick-up games. He helped his teams win national titles in high school and in college, at Providence. Red Auerbach, the longtime Boston Celtics coach, recruited Thompson and became a mentor, teaching him about the political side of the game. Who gets to pick the referees? Where will the game be played?
Thompson was drafted by the Celtics but rarely saw action because he played behind Bill Russell, “the greatest winner in the history of basketball” and a man who “never came out of the damn game.”
Auerbach helped lead him into coaching.
Thompson took over at Georgetown in 1972. The college had a poor team with a losing record. Thompson slowly turned it into a powerhouse. He did so by recruiting young Black players, some of whom had less than sterling academic credentials. He fought for these kids. He thought they deserved a chance.
He boycotted a game when the NCAA wanted to make it harder for poor kids, most of them Black, to receive athletic scholarships.
“We wouldn’t call it a school,” he writes, “if they came here perfect.” He was proud that nearly all of his players graduated.
The writer Jesse Washington, who worked with John Thompson on Thompson’s autobiography (credit: Patricia Ingram).
He’s pretty funny about his other motives. “I wasn’t trying to look deeper at a kid who couldn’t shoot, though,” he admits. “I didn’t offer the proper support to any slow, short guys.”
He was aware that, as a rare Black coach, he had to win quickly or be fired. He understood, as Sister Rosetta Tharpe sang, that 99 and a half would not do.
“I Came as a Shadow,” written with Jesse Washington, a writer for ESPN’s The Undefeated, is a consequential book with a plainspoken tone.
Even after his success, Thompson preferred McDonald’s to restaurants with white tablecloths, and his voice makes an authentic sound.
This book has its lacunae. His wife and children are rarely mentioned. He wished he’d spent more time with them. He gives little evidence of his life outside of basketball, but perhaps he didn’t have much of one. As he writes about Auerbach: “I distinctly remember Red being perplexed by his friends who took vacations.
His work ethic was so strong, he couldn’t understand the concept. ‘When they get there, what do they do?’ he said.”
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I am a white guy and not a great basketball player (although I did play for fun back in the day and I wasn’t bad).
I remember Georgetown.
They WERE TOUGH, and Coach Thompson would wear a big towel around his neck most – if not all – of the game!
He did look big and imposing.
I really like this memoir because John gets the chance to tell his family, friends, and world what he thinks.
What he really thinks.
That is a powerful right that we all have as Americans.
… Okay, I admit it: I can relate to Coach Thompson’s team of underdogs because of my own soccer playing experience back in high school.
I went to a city school and some people thought back then that busing was a good idea – so our high school was part of a city of Dayton busing program.
That meant that half of the student body was black, and the other half was white.
Our soccer team didn’t have much funding back then (almost none). We didn’t even have warm-up uniforms – but we had a GREAT soccer coach (who hailed from Greece) and a motley crew of players that played together as a TRUE TEAM.
We would go out into the suburbs and play the bigger, wealthier schools often.
And the results were typically – like John Thompson says: ‘somebody getting their ass kicked.’
And it typically was NOT us.
Because we wanted it more.
I know what it’s like to play with a chip on your shoulder – really, just to prove that you BELONG – like Coach Thompson and his teams did.
So, congratulations John Thompson for being such a great basketball coach and for telling your story, your way.
You’ve done it very well.
– – – How about you?
Are YOU ready to tell YOUR story to your family (and maybe friends)?
You don’t have to be a great basketball coach, or even famous at all.
Now, anyone can.
Your family will love you for it.
Memoir Example – John Thompson (!)
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And here is Dwight Garner’s excellent article about John Thompson’s memoir:
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/12/07/books/review-john-thompson-i-came-as-a-shadow-autobiography.html?ref=oembed
