Don't bother him!1

When I had walked only two or three hundred metres, one of the scorers said I was not straightening my legs properly. There were two judges — the supreme judge, who would throw people out of the race, and another man. A girl who was the assistant to one of the judges was telling him about me, saying, “He is not walking properly.”

The big shot said, “Don’t bother him!” He knew I was last. If you are last, why do you have to get a warning?

Later, the judge introduced himself to me. His name was Howard Jacobson. He was the one who organised the race.

  1. RB 893. 30 June 1985