No Way Renee : The Second Half of My Notorious Life

by Renee Richards; John Ames

• ISBN13: 9780743290135
• ISBN10: 0743290135
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2007-02-06
• Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Summary

In 1976, I was one of the most famous people in the world. The paparazzi were on my trail twenty-four hours a day, hungry for any photo, the less flattering the better. The mainstream press was better, sometimes. People, Time, Newsweek, Sports Illustrated-I was featured in them all, an international phenomenon....And what had I done to merit this interest?...Simply put, I had undergone a male-to-female sex-change operation and then had the temerity to play in an amateur women's tennis tournament.... To compound my audacity, I had not hung my head and apologized. I had gone to court, won my case, and played professional tennis as a woman.... I took a stand on principle, but it exacted an emotional and financial price. But I have not written No Way Renee as a justification of my life; rather, it is a look at the second half of a life that I hope no longer needs justifying. Book jacket.

Table of Contents

Author's Note	p. xi
Preface	p. 1
The First Half of My Notorious Life	p. 7
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother	p. 35
Then and Now	p. 61
They Called Him Rastaman	p. 91
An Adolescence for Renee	p. 121
Renee and Martina	p. 149
The Doctor Is In Again	p. 177
Country Retreat	p. 205
The Physical Side	p. 231
Sex, Love, and Romance	p. 249
Was It a Mistake?	p. 277
Acknowledgments	p. 293
Index	p. 295
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Excerpts

Preface In 1976, I was one of the most famous people in the world. The paparazzi were on my trail twenty-four hours a day, hungry for any photo, the less flattering the better. The mainstream press was better, sometimes.People, Time, Newsweek, Sports Illustrated-- I was featured in them all, an international phenomenon. Once, at the height of my notoriety, I found myself in Uruguay, where I had gone beyond the urban centers like Montevideo and was walking down the beach at Carrasco, a tiny coastal village. I was enjoying a welcome sense of anonymity, but a man in a little kiosk pointed to my picture on a magazine and with much excitement asked me to sign it, which I did. Recognizable even in the countryside of Uruguay: that sums up the Renee Richards phenomenon at its zenith. During that time I was deluged by a myriad of television opportunities. All the major figures wanted to interview me: Phil Donahue, Tom Snyder, Howard Cosell, and many others I can't recall. I was on theTodayshow,Good Morning America,and a host of other major shows. I was even invited to doThe Hollywood Squares,but I declined. I had my limits. And what had I done to merit this interest? Perfected an organ transplant procedure? Gone over Niagara Falls in a barrel? Neither. Simply put, I had undergone a male-to-female sex-change operation and then had the temerity to play in an amateur women's tennis tournament. Of course there was more to it than that, but basically that was the source of my infamy. To compound my audacity, I had not hung my head and apologized. I had gone to court, won my case, and played professional tennis as a woman. The story of how I got into that situation was told in my autobiography,Second Serve.Born Richard Raskind. Raised a nice Jewish boy. Educated at Yale. Tournament tennis player. Top surgeon. Lieutenant-commander in the Navy. Married to a beautiful woman. Father of a wonderful son. But compelled by a secret drive that could not be suppressed, even with years of psychotherapy and every trick in the book. Another entity, Renee, kept growing stronger and stronger until she eventually took over. It was a long nightmare for Dick, and just when it seemed to be over, another one started for Renee. She had to walk onto a tennis court and endure the intense scrutiny of thousands of people. It was a choice, yes, but not a happy one and not made out of a desire to show off. I took a stand on principle, but it exacted an emotional and financial price. When I left the tour, I was very tired of the fishbowl. But I have had more than twenty-five years to get my second wind, so I want to respond to the question I hear so often: "What have you done lately, Dr. Richards?" One answer is that I have been doing what I always wanted to do in the first place: live a private life. Yet I remain a subject of interest and live in the memories of the many people who followed my adventures years ago. Unhappily, their mental image of me is too frequently tainted by grainy tabloid photographs and sensational headlines. I don't deny that my life has been strange, but strangeness is only part of a complex whole that is not well understood. I have practiced a highly specialized form of eye surgery for forty years, and I am still operating every week. I am also an educator, having served as a clinical professor, first at Cornell Medical School and later at New York University, where I continue on the faculty to this day. I have instructed and influenced hundreds of residents and postgraduate fellows who are out in the world putting my lessons to work. They think of me as a distinguished mentor, not a curiosity. In 2001, I received the Helen Keller Services for the Blind Award, Manhattan Branch, given yearly to an outstanding ophthalmologist. Many people know that I coached Martina Navratilova to two of her Wimbledon