April 10, 1947

The telephone rang like an alarm, waking Jackie Robinson from deep sleep.

“Hello,” he mumbled.

It was early morning in Manhattan. Robinson was alone in room 1169 of the McAlpin Hotel, across the street from Macy's. He had been on edge all week, his stomach in knots. As he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, he was poised to embark on a journey — one that would test his courage, shake the game of baseball to its roots, and forever change the face of the nation.

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