Girls find a place in the ring
Boxing is catching on among young women - both for its physical
benefits and for the discipline it instills.
By Richard O'Mara | Correspondent of The Christian Science
Monitor
BALTIMORE
The children among Marvin McDowell's cohort of young boxers,
boys and girls, sit at long gray tables to absorb the
skills necessary to normal life: reading and math, taught by
teachers from Baltimore's school system.
The ribbon of the alphabet, running beneath the edge of the
ceiling above, offers its inherent promise. Hortatory slogans
blare from every side: "NO HOOKS BEFORE BOOKS," meaning let your
grades fall, you lose the privi-lege to train. "PUT THE GUNS
DOWN, TAKE UP THE GLOVES," suggests the kind of neighborhood
we're in.
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SPEED BAG:
Dominique McGlotte works on her
hand-eye coordination at Marvin McDowell's Umar Boxing Club,
where a quarter of the members are female.
MELANIE
STETSON FREEMAN - STAFF |
Mr. McDowell and his trainers work with 40 young people, 25
under 13. Eleven are girls.
For years, McDowell notes, trainers refused to take on female
boxers - and he admits he once entertained similar sentiments.
"Some guys still won't allow girls in their gym ... some guys
say a lot of females are too emotional," he says.
But asked why he began training them, he says: "Because they
wanted to learn. I found they had a stronger work ethic than the
men."
McDowell, a former boxer, knows what he's talking about. He's
thin, loose-limbed, with the languid posture particular to
athletes who have frequently strained their physical selves to
the limit, and know true repose. As an amateur he won 180 of 198
bouts, and a place in Maryland's Boxing Hall of Fame. As a
professional he won 22 of 31.
He's not a man to question the value of the sport that has
filled his life and that he's bringing to youth. It's what he
knows; he believes he puts that knowledge to good use. Others
agree: in 1999 his Umar (Arabic for "life") Boxing Club over a
pawn shop on Baltimore's dicey North Avenue gained non-profit
status; it's supported by club dues ($50 a year) and several
charities.
This isn't the poorest part of the city, but the crime rate
is high, the streets can be mean, and offer little wholesome
diversion for young people - especially girls.
That a quarter of McDowell's group are females is no longer
unusual, and their reasons for boxing are various. Some may be
driven by the absence of other organized sports that appeal to
girls, like field hockey and soccer. Some take it up for
recreation, fitness, even social purposes. A few, especially
among the disadvantaged, may even see a path out of poverty -
and its character-building discipline has worked for some.
"I get calls all the time," McDowell says. "Somebody's mother
will say, 'My daughter wants to learn to box....' It's the
in-thing to do among some girls."
Across town, at the Baltimore Boxing and Fitness gym, trainer
Jeff Pasero says most women there "don't want to become boxers,
they want the sit-ups, jumping rope, the heavy bag."
"Boxing workouts are fun," says Julie Goldsticker,
spokesperson for USA Boxing, the organization that regulates
amateur boxing nationally. "Women see them as a way to get into
shape. They see the results in their bodies."
Matt Messinger of Bally Total Fitness says all of its more
than 400 gyms offer boxer training for women - "punching the
bags, rope jumping, exercises you would typically see a boxer
doing." He adds that "about 25,000 females are regularly engaged
in this sort of exercise in Bally's facilities."
The embrace of this regimen for fitness among girls and women
has been accompanied by growing numbers training to box
competitively as amateurs and professionals. In 1993, USA Boxing
changed its policy against female pugilism. By 1997, 821 women
were registered; and there were 2,491 in 2005. A policy change
by the International Olympic Committee to permit female boxing,
expected before long, would further this trend.
Many Americans disapprove of boxing. Many more disapprove of
female boxing. This aversion to their participation in that
ancient sport seems to collide with certain contemporary
attitudes: the acceptance of women doing dangerous work
traditionally reserved for men, as combat soldiers,
firefighters, police.
But boxing's two arenas - amateur and professional - carry
very different auras and records. Amateur boxing, according to a
National Safety Council 1996 accident report, ranks 23rd on the
list of sports injuries, behind football, hockey, and even
soccer. Professional boxing is different; head and eye injuries
are common, often the consequence of bad training and mismatches
arranged by indifferent or unscrupulous managers. And, course,
money colors the enterprise.
Amateur bouts are shorter - only three to four two-minute
rounds, as compared with three-minute professional rounds;
amateurs use headgear, and breast protectors for women, and
gloves padded to 10 or 12 ounces compared with 8 ounces for
pros. Amateurs box for medals, for self-fulfillment, not money.
McDowell attributes the disdain toward women boxers to the
want of skill among so many of them. Historically, they've been
badly trained, their skills so limited that many were unable to
defend themselves.
While women have engaged in boxing for over a century,
usually under illegal circumstances, some attribute the current
uptick to Clint Eastwood's film, "Million Dollar Baby." Others
credit the influence of successful, even glamorous, female
boxers like Muhammad Ali's daughter, Laila, the nation's top
female super middleweight.
But McDowell believes in role models. Some of his protégées
were attracted to Umar by Franchon Crews, who walked into the
club three years ago, hoping to shed weight. Ms. Crews, a poor
girl who wanted to be a singer (and still does), took to boxing
like a fish to swimming. She's 19 now, holds both a national
Golden Gloves championship and a Pan American Championships gold
medal, and is training for a world amateur title bout. "Franchon
is a mentor for these girls," says McDowell.
In fact, one girl came up the stairs six months ago with the
same initial purpose Franchon had: to lose weight. Dominique
McGlotte, 14, a ninth-grader, followed her brother, Tyrone, into
the club.
"I lost 25 pounds," she says. (She still carries the 170
pounds of a light heavyweight.) "I've found friends here. My
mother thinks it's great, keeps me out of trouble - not that I
get in trouble."
After half a year of training she's not ready for a bout.
"She won't have a fight until we see she has the technique,"
says McDowell. That is, when she can defend herself. Maybe she
won't reach that point. Maybe it's not in her plans. It wasn't
in Franchon's. Dominique says, with juvenile certainty, "I plan
to go to college, get my law degree."
Why would McDowell bother to train her, and others, who stay
a while then disappear? "It's frustrating," he admits. But, with
sudden passion, he adds: "I'm on a mission to save lives. You
might think boxing is brutal, but most of these kids are in a
tough situation. Boxing changes their thoughts, their feelings.
When you train you learn the value of dedication, discipline. It
empowers them."
Dominique leaves the Umar classroom to prepare for a sparring
session with Tyrone.
The gym - a square, white room, its floor strewn with mats,
medicine balls, abandoned water bottles - breathes of purposeful
physical effort, difficult in the lingering heat of a 95-degree
day. But the work goes on, each boxer alone with his or her
strategies, techniques. An older boxer assaults a heavy bag. Two
young men, lightweights, shadowbox on the gray floor, fists
flying like bullets. Dominique stands in the ring, her 170
pounds enlarged by immense headgear and protective shield
covering her from the waist up and over her breasts. Her
mouthpiece seems big as a bagel, her gloves puffy 14 ouncers.
Tyrone, 135 pounds, 12 years old, stands patiently in his
corner, indifferent to the seeming asymmetry of the matchup.
A trainer tends to each boxer, whispers tactics. Tyrone is
fast; he will hold his own. The bell rings: brother and sister
approach each other, touch gloves, then carry on with all the
tender fury of siblings the world over.
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