Ghost Runners: An Olympic Dream Betrayed

"Once, Jesse Owens raced in a storm, under black clouds, lit with horizontal rain, in the crosswinds, when dust, blew in his face. He experienced the sure fire of white heat, then, lightning crashed about him like cymbals. It was music playing from flutes, from lyres, from songs of Olympus in a Grecian chorus, in the orchestra of the immortals. He never really wanted to win the race with man. Jesse ran for the joy of the chase, his soul, wanting only to be free to touch the heels of paradis...