I remember my grandfather as a gentle man who carried me in his arms after work every day to buy candy from the ranch market at First and Lorena. He was 52 years old at the time of my birth in 1959, a man devoted to his mother, children, and Our Lady of Guadalupe.Bobby Herman, Eastside prize fighter
He had not always been the gentle grandfather of my childhood memories. Occasionally, as I worked with him around his house on Saturdays, he would drop hints of a past life that I am still piecing together today from old news clippings and family anecdotes. These scant sources tell the story of a man I hardly recognize, a story of ego and male bravado - the story of a prize fighter named Bobby Herman.
Newspapers wrote of my grandfathers triumphs, although much of the coverage distorted the facts of his life; some articles refer to my American-born grandfather as being from Mexico City. One calls him the lightweight champ of Spain - a country my grandfather never even visited, to my knowledge.
In his youth, from the 1920s through the early 30s, my grandfather was a legend of the boxing ring. His illustrious career as a lightweight and featherweight champion took him from coast to coast. Newspapers wrote of his triumphs, although much of the coverage distorted the facts of his life; some articles refer to my American-born grandfather as being from Mexico City. One calls him the lightweight champ of Spain - a country my grandfather never even visited, to my knowledge.
This is not a boxing story but an attempt to reconcile, reflect, and piece together the life of a prize fighter whose career I only know secondhand. As a grandson, my personal interest in his story is obvious, but the urban planner in me also finds much of interest in how boxing shaped the working-class landscape of Los Angeles. The sport in the 1920s brought working-class people together in armories, halls, fairs, open fields, and venues that are today largely lost if not completely forgotten.
El Paso My grandfather was born in El Paso, Texas, in 1907 as Victor Sebastian Griego, the eldest of 10 siblings. He attended AOY Elementary School in EL Paso's second ward, or El Segundo Barrio as it was known to its Mexican residents. He only attended school through the third grade; when his father passed away, my grandfather was forced to begin working at an early age.
My late uncle William Griego wrote of him: Little is known of when or why he wanted to box. Perhaps he was an athlete, or he went along with the crowd. This was the time of Dempsey, Leonard, and Mexican Joe Rivers. Maybe he could be like them. In any case he began his training in that little ram shack of a gym or garage in EL Paso, Texas.
Rumor has it that my grandfather was a fast skinny kid but a class act in the ring. My uncle also wrote that there is a story about him standing on a handkerchief and bobbing and weaving to punches thrown at him without being hit. This was without him stepping off the handkerchief.
It's unclear if he started professional boxing in El Paso or Los Angeles, but I have an old battered newspaper clipping with handwritten note that says Bobby's first fight. The year was 1922. He was a teenager.
To Los Angeles! Displaced by the armed conflicts of the Mexican Revolution, many thousands of Mexicans left their homes and traveled by way of El Paso to Los Angeles, the land of opportunity. During the 1920s, L.A.'s Mexican population swelled from 33,644 at the opening of the decade to 97,116 at its close.
My grandfather was part of this great migration that earned Los Angeles the title the Mexican capital of the United States. When his family moved to East L.A. in unincorporated Los Angeles County, just beyond the city boundary along Indiana Street. Surrounded by agricultural lands, East L.A. was a Mexican neighborhood back then, just as it is today. My grandfather never left this area.
Boxing may one of the oldest sports in the world, but it was fairly new to L.A. at the time of my grandfather's arrival. A boxing scene had emerged around the turn of the 20th century, centered around venues like Hazard's Pavilion at 5th and Olive and Naud's warehouse at Main and Alameda. By the the 1920s, the city's growing population - and to some extent its Mexican population - was hungry for cheap entertainment. Across the Los Angeles Basin, movie theaters, dance halls, and boxing rings sprang up to meet the demand.
Southern Californias open landscape, its extensive public transportation system, and cheap land allowed numerous boxing venues to flourish.
The region's open landscape, its extensive public transportation system, and cheap land allowed numerous boxing venues to flourish. Los Angeles County's small agricultural hamlets provided the perfect venues for a sport that required very little infrastructure. My grandfather's first recorded fight in L.A. took place in Covina, of all places, which was in the middle of orange groves at the time.
My grandfather told me that back in the 1920s you could see live boxing six days a week in Los Angeles at various places across the L.A. Basin. I always wondered where these places were and what they were like. Unlike the movie palaces, elaborately designed and located in the urban hubs, most boxing locations were simple structures that began as armories, barns, and warehouses. Many were located in out-of-way locations in industrial or sparsely developed areas. Notable venues included the Grand Olympic Auditorium, Eastside Arena, Hollywood Legion Stadium, Wilmington Bowl Ascot Park, Vernon Coliseum, San Pedro's Chief Petty Officers Club, and the Pasadena Armory. My grandfather's news clippings confirmed that he actually boxed at many of these venues, which are now long gone or have changed uses. The Olympic Auditorium is today a Korean Church, the
