A ball runner waits during the second round of the US Open tennis tournament in New York. [AP Photo]
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When I was 13 years old I worked part-time as a ball runner in the afternoon after school. I "picked ball" at the sugar-estate manager's tennis court at Uitvlugt. All the players were white people. They paid me 35 cents per afternoon for three afternoons weekly. I held the "job" for two weeks only because bigger boys bullied me out of it. The year was 1964.