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Jeffrey Sussman

Many people have asked me why I chose to write the book Max Baer and Barney Ross: Jewish Heroes of Boxing, which was just published by Rowman & Littlefield.

It’s a good question. Most people, Jews and non-Jews, have no idea that from 1910 to 1941 there were 628 professional Jewish boxers in the United States. Many of them, including Barney Ross, were raised in Orthodox homes. Ross and more than a dozen others were world champion titleholders. And Ross was one of the best, for he was the first boxer to hold three championship titles at one time.


When I was twelve years old, my father was worried that bigger boys in the public school I attended might pick on me, a short and skinny kid. One day he brought home a pair of boxing gloves, a speed bag, a heavy bag, and a jump rope. He taught me the elements of boxing, and I learned that my father had been an amateur boxer in his late teens. He had grown up in a German immigrant neighborhood in Queens, New York, and there was pervasive anti-Semitism in that community. He often got into fistfights with anti-Semites.

He told me about his good friend Abe Simon, who played football for John Adams High School. Abe, by the time he was a junior in high school, was 6’4” and all muscle. One day, at a Jewish social club in Queens that Abe and my father belonged to, they were confronted by four teenage members of the German-American Bund, a pro-Nazi group with members throughout the United States. They were taunting members of the club, shouting threats and anti-Semitic slurs. Abe knocked two of the boys unconscious, each with a single blow. A third boy, a little tougher than the first two, received a right to the chin, a left to the stomach, and another right to his chin. He slumped to the ground. The fourth boy took off running, shouting that a Jewish thug was on the loose.

One day while playing football during his senior year in high school, Abe was observed by a pair of boxing promoters sitting in the stands. Following the game, they caught up with him in the school’s locker room. They asked him if he would like to become a professional boxer. They told him he could earn a lot of money and be a symbol of strength for the Jewish community. Since he was the son of poor immigrants, he was intrigued by the opportunity to make a great deal of money. He talked it over with his parents, and his mother urged him to accept.

Abe was put in the hands of one of boxing’s great trainers, Freddie Brown, and he learned all the tricks and techniques of the sport. He fought with a Star of David on his trunks and went on to have a successful career. He knocked out a superb heavyweight, named Jersey Joe Walcott, thus becoming a contender for the heavyweight crown. (Jersey Joe, by the way, did succeed later and became the heavyweight champion). But when Abe knocked him out and became a contender, the champ was one of the greatest heavyweight boxers of all time, and nearly unbeatable: Joe Louis. Abe fought him twice, losing by a technical knockout each time. After his last fight with Louis, Abe had a brief career as a movie actor.

I was deeply influenced by Abe’s story and agreed with my father that I should learn to box. After my father taught me the basics of boxing, he signed me up for ten boxing lessons at Stillman’s Gym, the most famous boxing gym in the United States from the 1920s to the late 1950s.

We arrived at Stillman’s, located at 919 Eighth Avenue in Manhattan, early one afternoon and went up a flight of stairs. There was Mr. Stillman sitting at a desk near the door. He had a big, ugly cigar stuffed into his face that smelled like rotten cabbage. Hair billowed out from the sides of his head.

My father handed over several bills, and Mr. Stillman called over a young middleweight, a good-looking Italian kid with dark, curly hair.

“I’m Nick. Follow me kid,” he said.

Nick took me to a locker, where I changed. I was then led to a heavy bag. Nick had me stuff my fists into a pair of large boxing gloves, then tightly tied them in place. He taught me to jab with my left, punch straight out with my right, and deliver an effective right cross. I also learned to duck, to feint, to swing a left to the body and a right to the jaw. I learned how to protect my head and to look for openings. I learned how to create openings. Nick had me shadow boxing and skipping rope. He wouldn’t let me get into one of the rings. “You’re too young,” Nick said. “You’ll get killed.”

When I told this story to boxing writer Peter Wood, an English teacher who had been a Golden Gloves boxer, he suggested I begin writing about boxing for a website, After writing for the site for several months, I decided I would study the role played by Jewish boxers in the 1930s, when anti-Semitism was rife in the United States. I researched the life and career of Barney Ross, who had fought his way out of poverty, eventually rescuing his siblings from foster care after his father had been murdered by a pair of hold-up men.

I was fascinated. Ross had three bouts with a boxer named Jimmy McLarnin who was known as a “Jew killer” for all the Jewish boxers he had defeated. Ross won the first, lost the second, and won the third. He became a hero to Jews across America. I decided to write about Max Baer in addition to Ross because he had fought and defeated Max Schmeling, Hitler’s favorite athlete.

Baer’s fight was so important that more than 30,000 Jews, during the height of the Great Depression, paid to see it. My father was one of them and told me all about it. His story and my research into the lives and careers of Baer and Ross ignited my imagination, and I decided to write a book about just how important Jewish boxers were as symbols of courage and defiance in age rife with anti-Semitism. It is the only book I’m aware of that deals with the subject of Jews as symbolic gladiators against the anti-Semitism that was infecting Europe and many parts of the U.S. as well.


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Jeffrey Sussman, in addition to being the author of “Max Baer and Barney Ross: Jewish Heroes of Boxing,” is the president of Jeffrey Sussman, Inc. (, a marketing and public relations agency.