Bill White was born on Sunday, January 28, 1934, in Lakewood, Florida. White was 22 years old when he broke into the big leagues on May 7, 1956, with the New York Giants. His biographical data, year-by-year hitting stats, fielding stats, pitching stats (where applicable), career totals, uniform numbers, salary data and miscellaneous items-of-interest are presented by Baseball Almanac on this comprehensive Bill White baseball stats page.
"I don't want anyone telling me how much I owe baseball. Like Paul Richards saying that Henry Aaron would be running an elevator if not for baseball. What would Paul Richards be doing if not for baseball? And was has he ever done for baseball? I gave it 16 years of my life and never less than 100 percent on the field. So we're even." - Bill White in Baseball Digest (January 1969, Stan Hochman, 'Bill White Keeps His Promise', Page 39)
Bill White Autograph on a 1990 Pacific Legends Baseball Card (#56 | Checklist )
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Bill White Miscellaneous Items of Interest
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|1956 New York Giants||45 , 15||Undetermined||-||-|
|1958 San Francisco Giants||17||Undetermined||-||-|
|1959 St. Louis Cardinals||26 , 12||Undetermined||Stats||-|
|1960 St. Louis Cardinals||12||Undetermined||Stats||-|
|1961 St. Louis Cardinals||12||$20,000.00||Stats||-|
|1962 St. Louis Cardinals||12||$25,000.00||-||-|
|1963 St. Louis Cardinals||12||$30,000.00||Stats||-|
|1964 St. Louis Cardinals||12||$40,000.00||Stats||Stats|
|1965 St. Louis Cardinals||12||Undetermined||-||-|
|1966 Philadelphia Phillies||10||Undetermined||-||-|
|1967 Philadelphia Phillies||10||Undetermined||-||-|
|1968 Philadelphia Phillies||10||Undetermined||-||-|
|1969 St. Louis Cardinals||7||Undetermined||-||-|
|Bill White Stats by Baseball Almanac|
Did you know how Bill White played a part in baseball history on the field, in the broadcast booth, and in the front office? On April 12, 1960 , White hit a single to right field off of San Francisco Giants starter Sam Jones in Candelstick Park - the first base hit in that park. In 1971, White joined the New York Yankees as a broadcaster working 18 years alongside Phil Rizzuto and Frank Messer - the first African-American to do play-by-play regularly for a Major League team. From 1989 through 1994, White served as the president for the National League - the first African-American to hold such a high position in Major League baseball.
Bill White made his Major League debut on
May 7, 1956
, and hit a home run off
in his first big league at-bat (
HR in 1st AB
). The smooth fielding lefty won seven consecutive
at first base and holds two fielding records,
Fewest Double Plays in a Season at First Base by the League Leader
(109 in 1960) and
Most Unassisted Double Plays in a Season at First Base
(8 in 1961). Thirteen years at first base, eight years an All-Star, and in his book (
Uppity: My Untold Story About The Games People Play
) White wrote, "..ushers would take me upstairs at the old
stadium, and they would give me a shot of Novocain and I played six or seven innings. The pain would come back, they'd take me upstairs again and give me another shot." Here is another excerpt from his revealing book:
It was a hot, muggy night in the summer of 1954 when the team bus pulled into the gravel parking lot of a run- down burger joint just outside Wichita, Kansas. As usual, Dave Garcia, the team manager and part-time second baseman, got off the bus first to see if I could eat there.
My team, the Sioux City Soos, part of the New York Giants organization,had just played a night game against the Wichita Class A minor league team, the Indians, and now we were looking at a long, all-night bus ride back up Highway 77 to Sioux City. This roadside restaurant wasn't exactly a fine dining establishment—a few badly scuffed tables, dirty linoleum floors, a skinny cook hunched over the grill—but it was late, and the road ahead was dark, and we were all hot and tired and hungry. It was here or nothing. So while the rest of us waited, Dave climbed down off the bus, one of those old, round- topped Greyhound Scenicruisers, and walked inside to ask if the manager would be willing to serve the team's first baseman—that is, me. The reason it was a question is because I was a young black man, the only black player on the team.
Earlier in the season, when I had first joined the Soos, the entire twenty- man roster, me included, would have just walked into the restaurant and waited to see what happened. After all, we weren't in the Deep South, where blacks and whites were never allowed to eat together, where roadside restaurants that served black people, and only black people, were clearly marked with signs that said COLORED. We were in the Western League, with teams in Iowa, Kansas, Nebraska, and Colorado—but still, you never knew.
Sometimes they would serve us—or, more specifically, me—without a word, although I could usually count on getting some sideways glances from some of the white customers. Sometimes I could hear them say things like "Oh, they're serving them in here now?"—and everybody knew who the them was. Sometimes the restaurant manager would let us eat, but only in a separate back dining room where the other patrons couldn't see us. And sometimes they would flat-out refuse to serve us, at least not together, in which case the team would have to get up from the table and file back onto the bus and look for another place to eat. Finally Dave decided it was easier to ask first. More than half a century later, it's hard for some people, especially young people, even young black people, to believe that this happened in America, that the racism was so open and raw. But it was.
True, change was in the air. The Supreme Court had recently ruled on Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka, Kansas, which decided that "separate but equal" segregation in public schools was unconstitutional, setting the stage for numerous civil rights battles, not only in the South but across the country. The year after that, Rosa Parks would refuse to give up her seat on a bus to a white man in Montgomery, Alabama, prompting a bus boycott and introducing the nation to a man named Martin Luther King Jr. The civil rights movement was just starting to discover its own power.
In sports, meanwhile, it had been seven years since Jackie Robinson, with great courage and dignity, had broken the so-called color line in baseball, taking the field with the Brooklyn Dodgers as the first black man to play in the modern-day major leagues. Jackie had broken the color line, but he had not erased it on the playing field or in the hotels, restaurants, and spring training camps where Jim Crow still ruled. Baseball, America's pastime, could never be fully desegregated until all of America was desegregated—and that would be a long time coming.
Which is why in the summer of 1954 a young black ballplayer still had to wonder if some dingy roadside restaurant in Kansas would allow him to sit down and eat a hamburger.
When I saw Dave Garcia come out of the restaurant and climb back aboard the bus, I could see on his face what the answer had been. He was pissed.
Dave was a good guy, old enough at thirty- three to be kind of a big- brother figure for me. We were roommates on the road, at least in the non-segregated hotels, and we often hung out together. He understood some of what I was going through. While he was a native of East St. Louis, Illinois, Dave's mother and father had been born in northern Spain, and although ethnically he was the whitest of white guys, sometimes at road games people in the stands would see his name on the roster and call him a "greaser" or a "spic."
Dave looked at me and shook his head.
There was an awkward silence on the bus. My teammates were for the most part decent guys. They didn't like what was happening, but it was a long road ahead and they were hungry. It was 1954 and that was just the way it was.
I mumbled something like, "Go ahead, you guys. Don't worry about it." After a minute, they started to stand up and file off the bus. They didn't look at me. Dave said he'd get a hamburger and fries and a milk shake and bring it out to me. He followed the team into the restaurant, and I sat in the bus, alone.
It certainly wasn't the first, or the worst, indignity that I'd experienced in my young baseball career. The year before, my first season in the minors, I was playing first base for the Danville (Virginia) Leafs, a Class B affiliate of the Giants that was part of the Carolina League—only the second black player ever in the league, and at the time the only black player in that Deep South league.
In 1963, Bill White had a 200-hit, 100-run, 100-rbi season with the St. Louis Cardinals , only the third lefty in team history with that set of stats. The first? Hall of famer Johnny Mize in 1937. The second? Hall of Famer Stan Musial in 1946, 1948, 1949, 1951 and 1953.