These are sour days in Olympic history. The bureaucracies of big business and nation states have finally demanded more of the original slender ideal than it can possibly bear and it’s fatally begun to crack. But, in 1924, it was not so. Harold Abrahams and Eric Liddel, fired by their own purpose and inspired by their own dreams, both won gold. Their ambitions were achieved; Abrahams spurred by prejudice. Liddel by his love of God.
Their stories deserve to be told again if only to inspire young men and women the world over to pick up a new torch, to rekindle it and find for themselves that old Olympic spirit once more.