I came across a story the other day that intrigued me for a couple of reasons. An Iowa high school wrestler relinquished his shot at a state title because he refused to compete against a girl.
Wrestling a girl, he said, would conflict with his religious beliefs.
Okay, a kid with convictions. That is pretty cool, right?
Joel Northrup, a home-schooled sophomore, said he didn’t have anything against Cassy Herkelman and Megan Black -- the first two females to make the state tournament in its 85-year history.
He later released a statement saying: “I have a tremendous amount of respect for Cassy and Megan and their accomplishments. However, wrestling is a combat sport and it can get violent at times. As a matter of conscience and my faith, I do not believe that it is appropriate for a boy to engage a girl in this manner. It is unfortunate that I have been placed in a situation not seen in most other high school sports in Iowa."
Now, I am not sure how I feel about girls being able to compete in such extreme contact sports, but as I told you earlier, I was intrigued by this story for a couple of reasons: Let’s call them Carla and Varla White. (Their names have been changed here because, 30 years later, I am still scared of them...lol.)
Carla and Varla were two young, ebony, urban, Amazons who terrorized me in my youth. The White sisters were infamous for being bullies. These girls were always bigger than everyone else due to freakish genetics and flunking several grades. I think they were the only two girls to wear sports bras in the third grade.
They cursed, smoked, braided hair and sold boosted Now and Laters from the corner store at an outrageous markup.
Really, these girls were a terror. The lunch-period shakedown was traumatizing. The White sisters would hold court near the door and rummage through your sack lunch like two hungry raccoons. Your only hope was if they had collected enough bologna sandwiches from the earlier lunch periods. Anything from the Twinkie family was immediately confiscated.
One kid got bold one day and refused to give up his lunch. The cafeteria fell into an awkward silence as the White sisters strong armed him into the stairway and came back wearing his retainer around their neck.
These two girls were legendary throughout the neighborhood, and I use the term “girls” loosely, as CSI and DNA technology had not been perfected to verify gender back in the 70’s.
I want you to really get a visual. Imagine Jamie Foxx’s “Wanda” character and Martin Lawrence’s “Sheneneh,” but with afro-puffs and facial hair. They were two big, robust girls who could easily bench press their weight and had a gift for inflicting pain. My only weapon was my mouth and quick flight.
Their favorite time of torture was during recess. No game was safe, and these ghetto Valkyries were true contenders in kick ball. Varla could kick the ball with her bare feet like she was wearing steel-toe boots, and Carla could catch the ball between her teeth. This was scary stuff.
My family eventually moved away, but I heard through the grapevine that Varla now owns a pawnshop in the old neighborhood and Carla is a correctional officer. I fear for the prisoners or anyone not keeping up with their pawnshop payments.
So, when I read the story of the boy refusing to wrestle a girl, I had mixed feelings. A lot of old ghost and fears came forward. He refused to wrestle his female opponent for religious reasons, but if I had been forced to wrestle one of the White sisters, not only would I have forfeited the tournament; I might quit the sport altogether.
Do you have any gender-reverse bully stories, or am I alone here?