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The charter school magnate

With his controversial privately run schools, entrepreneur David Brennan pushes Ohio into the center of the school-choice debate.

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The charter school magnate

His feet are size 16. He is 6-foot-5, even taller in his signature 10-gallon white Stetson. At 68, Ohio industrialist, lawyer and Republican Party donor David Brennan has accomplished plenty, and he’s not done yet. A prominent man on friendly terms with the Bush family and other powerful politicians, he’s made more money than he can ever spend. Now, he has set his sights on what he calls the U.S. government monopoly of education — America’s public schools — and the “educrats” who runs it.

But first, the story of the white hat. In 1986, Brennan bought a steel mill in Alabama that was going broke. “They didn’t like these Yankee carpetbaggers because we had to cut back the workforce,” he explained in an interview for the PBS series “Frontline,” airing on May 23. “A television reporter there asked me, ‘What does it feel like coming to this town on your great big black horse wearing a black hat and laying all these people off?’” he recalls. “Well, I said, you got that wrong. I’m on a white horse wearing a white hat, and I’m saving 1,500 jobs.”

A week later, Brennan received a letter from a local businessman thanking him for taking over the failing company along with a gift of a 10-gallon white hat. “That became my metaphor,” Brennan said, and he wears the hat often.

Brennan’s White Hat Management, a for-profit “educational maintenance organization,” manages charter schools — independent schools that are publicly funded, but privately managed, and freed of many of the bureaucratic restrictions on public schools. Vouchers and charter schools, until now somewhat esoteric concepts, are taking center stage in this year’s presidential campaign, as George Bush and Al Gore vie to become the “education president.” There are now about 1,700 charter schools in the country, attended by an estimated 350,000 students, and in his January State of the Union address, President Clinton called for 3,000 charter schools by next year.

If David Brennan has his way, there will be many more. The Ohio entrepreneur traces his concern about education back to that same Alabama steel mill, where he was shocked to learn that many employees — in that factory and others he acquired — were virtually illiterate. So he set up on-site computer learning centers to improve workers’ skills and productivity. His concern for learning, triggered by this experience, stayed with him and, after he retired from business several years ago, he turned his prodigious energies to education.

Motivated by his conservative belief in the power of the market and a deep distrust of government, Brennan began using his political connections to press for alternatives to public schools. Since then, he has become a major force in the growing movement to privatize American education. Largely because of Brennan’s relentless pressure, Ohio is now a stronghold of school choice.

Appointed by then-Gov. George Voinovich to head up a commission on school choice in 1992, Brennan advocated for a publicly funded voucher program in Cleveland, one of only three such programs in the United States. The wealthy, conservative Brennan teamed up with Fannie Lewis, a black Democratic city councilwoman from a very poor neighborhood that was desperate over the school system’s virtual meltdown. Lewis organized rallies and, on one occasion, a caravan of seven busloads of inner-city residents to the state capital to lobby for a city voucher program. (Vouchers are awarded to low-income parents who apply. The families use them to pay for tuition in a private school.)

Once the law was passed, Brennan plunged in himself. He opened two private schools named Hope Academies for students using vouchers. But they did not last long. “The funding of the vouchers is only $2,250 per child,” he explains. “We were unable to pay sufficiently high salaries to keep our teachers. We didn’t have the attraction of being a religious school.” So he closed the voucher schools after three years, then opened charter schools. Charter school funding is considerably more generous: about $5,000 per student.

Now Brennan runs more charter schools than anyone else in Ohio, through White Hat. According to the Ohio Department of Education, it now manages six elementary schools and five high schools in four cities around the state. His company now takes in an estimated $10 million annually in government funding. The high schools, called Life Skills Centers, enroll students who have dropped out or are labeled “at risk.” More are on the way.

Brennan brings to this fast-growing enterprise a curious mix of near-religious fervor and devotion to the profit motive. Speaking earnestly of the Life Skills students whom he wants to rescue from their lives on the street, he says, “There are huge voids in dealing with this population, and we’re trying to help these persons become solid citizens. I am convinced that a very substantial percentage of our students here will make it.” But he also intends to make money at this mission, saying, “Education is first, last and always a business. If it’s run like a business it can be done profitably.”

The very idea of making a profit from public education troubles many people, including Cleveland Teachers Union President Richard DeColibus. “When it comes down to decisions of what’s more important, the child’s education or making a bigger profit, profit is always going to win,” he says. DeColibus criticizes what he calls Brennan’s “Kmart” approach to charter schools.

Promoted as a means of increasing local control and design of schools, charter schools are publicly funded but privately managed, usually by a self-appointed board of directors. In return for freedom from some of the regulations governing regular public schools, charter schools sign an agreement with a state agency specifying what the school will accomplish. But running a school is not an easy thing for interested parents to do, so many boards of directors hire an EMO to be in charge.

EMOs, of course, bring to mind that innovation in health care, the for-profit HMO, which was supposed to spur the reform of the health-care system. Like HMOs, EMOs have their critics, who charge that many of them, instead of facilitating parental input and introducing educational innovation, instead confine their teaching methods to already-existing, standardized, learning systems.

Brennan is quick to admit that he uses computers as an affordable alternative to more effective but expensive one-on-one tutoring. He’s proud of the use of programmed instruction for the at-risk students at Life Skills Centers: “The individualized nature of the instruction is what we start with here, and the computer just happens to be the best way to deliver that.” Bright students don’t like the computers, he explains, adding, “The less aggressive, the less hand-waver in class a student is, the more they love the computer. So it’s addressing the very population we’re trying to deal with.”

He avidly defends his philosophy: “Are we hurting children because we are doing a good job with them? If we are able to make a profit out of an enterprise where everybody else is losing money, is that bad?” Brennan seems untroubled by the apparent conflict between his faith in the private sector and distrust of government on the one hand, and, on the other, his willing use of government money to fund White Hat’s business.

Brennan, who has been gun-shy of the media, nonetheless allowed a Frontline crew to film the Life Skills Center in Akron, his home town. Located on the fourth floor of an office building, the place looks rather like a sparsely funded social service agency. There are no frills — no sports, no art, no prom, not even regular classes. It’s hard to find many books. Kids attend in shifts, three hours a day, almost all their time spent in a bare cubicle focused on a computer screen.

In this stripped-down environment, some students look bored and tap their fingers; others whisper back and forth; yet others toil diligently with mouse clicks through the programmed learning courses. The school is racially integrated. Some of the white boys wear short, near-military hairstyles; one says he is headed for the Army. Other white boys sport serious tattoos. Several girls are pregnant. There are a few black girls with elaborate hairdos with extra curls pasted on their heads. Some students look like refugees from gang life. Others look no different from kids in regular schools. But each one has had difficulty in previous schools such as fighting, truancy or drug use. Their family situations are often precarious.

In an interview, student Quishelle Shelten and her mother, Tracie Hollinshead, told why they like Life Skills so much. A pretty girl of apparently mixed race, Quishelle was suspended from her high school for fighting and wanted to drop out. Hollinshead, who is white, pale and has a noticeably enlarged abdomen, was quick to explain her appearance. “I am waiting for a liver transplant; I’m not pregnant,” she said.

Troubled by Quishelle’s discipline problems, Hollinshead wanted her to stay in school. But because of her illness, Hollinshead needs help from Quishelle in caring for her three younger children. For that family, Life Skills has been the answer: Since she only needs to be in school for three hours a day, the daughter can hold a part-time job, help at home and work toward a high school diploma. “Quishelle comes here faithfully; she has grown a lot,” says her mother.

Life Skills requires the students to hold part-time jobs. They get advice from visiting bankers, public health officials, employment counselors and the like. For a uniform, each one wears a school polo shirt and dark slacks or a skirt; hats are not allowed. By the terms of its charter with the state, Life Skills grants high school diplomas to students who pass a basic proficiency test and other minimal requirements. With a high school diploma, kids can join the military or get a better job. But, according to Brennan’s daughter, Nancy, who works for White Hat, more than one third of the more than 600 students who have attended the Akron school fail to meet even that low standard and have dropped out. Her father speaks wistfully of opening yet another school for them.

But he has encountered opposition to his expansion plans. Moreover, Brennan was lambasted in his local paper, the Pulitzer Prize-winning Akron Beacon-Journal, in a four-part investigative series last December called “Whose Choice.” Buttressed by extensive documents on the paper’s Web site, as well as other articles since, reporters Doug Oplinger and Dennis Willard took the formidable entrepreneur to task. “In education, money talks,” read one of the headlines over an article detailing Brennan’s campaign contributions, access to decision-makers, and success at achieving school choice.

Among the newspaper’s charges:

  • In 1994, Brennan raised $1 million to help Republican candidates retake the Ohio Legislature, then used his influence in high places to obtain legislation and official rulings that favored his proposals.

  • State records document frequent communications between Brennan and Ohio officials. The former education aide to then-Gov. Voinovich, Tom Needles, made numerous phone calls to Brennan while on staff. Four days after Needles left the governor’s office, Brennan hired him as a lobbyist for White Hat. The newspaper questioned whether Needles had been more of an advocate for Brennan than he was for the public schools.

  • Ohio lawmakers framed the state’s charter school legislation in a way that essentially permits state funds to be funneled through self-appointed nonprofit boards to for-profit companies. But the Ohio state auditor has raised issues of possible conflicts of interest between the for-profit companies and the nonprofit charter school boards. In addition, the Internal Revenue Service refused to grant federal nonprofit status to the Brennan schools because of concerns that White Hat may exert too much control over their boards.

    In a response to the newspaper series, Brennan did not take issue with the facts it had reported. Instead, he challenged the assumption that he had done anything wrong. “No laws were broken; no charges have been filed, or even suggested to be filed,” he wrote. He defended his success at getting his proposals enacted and the way he did it, adding, “Since 1992, opponents of school choice have had equal opportunity to mobilize their legislators and voters to derail these initiatives.”

    Needles, in a telephone interview, took on the Akron paper. “Mr. Brennan has been a longtime supporter of the Republican Party, and most of his contributions have had nothing to do with school choice. He did not exert influence to get school choice; he was the chairman of the Commission on School Choice.”

    Needles said that the many phone calls took place because he was the governor’s education advisor, so it was part of his job to stay in touch with Brennan’s commission. He said that no employment with White Hat was ever discussed before his departure from the governor’s staff, adamantly denying any inference that a deal had been struck. Concerning the charter school boards’ relationships with White Hat, Needles said it was not appropriate now to get into details since the firm is engaged in discussions with the state auditor. “We have endeavored to comply in every possible regard with the spirit and letter of the law,” he said.

    The way Brennan sees it, at a time in his life when he could be relaxing at his Florida condo or playing golf all day, he is working to reform a sadly deficient education system and to save high school dropouts from lives of crime and dependency. More articles in the Akron Beacon-Journal, which Brennan allies call the “Anti-Brennan Journal,” came in the spring, when White Hat applied to open 14 new schools in the 2000-2001 school year. The paper estimated that this proposal would bring in about $55 million in new revenue to White Hat and enroll more than 13,000 new students. A fiercely divided Ohio Board of Education, after stormy sessions, ultimately voted to approve the new schools.

    As Brennan sees it, more of his schools are a good thing: “If we don’t solve this problem, our society will disintegrate in 10 or 20 years. The vast number of undereducated people in our society will be such a drain — I’m not talking economics, I’m talking about social problems, criminal problems. If I can do something that may leave something better behind me than I found when I came, and help me pay back for all the good that has happened to me, this is the project.”

    While his critics see him as the man in the black hat diverting public money for private profit, David Brennan thinks of the students who would be on the street if they were not in Life Skills. The man wearing the white hat has complete faith that he is doing the right thing, and will make money at it, too.

Death of a journalist

Reporter Sander Thoenes was touring a neighborhood in Dili, the capital of East Timor. Then soldiers opened fire.

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Death of a journalist

On the last day of his life, reporter Sander Thoenes flew from Jakarta, where he had been stationed for two years, to Dili, the ravaged capital of East Timor. A tall, slim, curly haired blond with an enchanting smile, the 30-year-old Dutchman was familiar with risky situations after years of covering Russia, Central Asia and Indonesia.

Fluent in the Indonesian language and familiar with Dili, he one-upped his fellow reporters by finding a room at a hotel that still had a roof. While United Nations troops had begun to restore order, armed militiamen and Indonesian soldiers still terrorized many areas, infuriated at international intervention intended to halt the massacres and widespread brutality. In their rage, some had sworn to “eat the heart” of foreigners.

After settling in, Sander hired a motorcycle taxi to take him around the town. What happened after Sander took off on the back seat of that motorcycle illustrates the fragility of reporters’ lives in hot spots all over the world.

I remember Sander from his days as my intern at the Center for Investigative Reporting in San Francisco. This was nine years ago, when he was in college. His application stood out among scores of others and, as I looked over his old file at the Center the other day, I found a note in my handwriting reading, “I get the Dutch boy, right?” with a “Yes” beneath.

Sander lived up to the enthusiastic recommendations of his professors; he had an instinctive sense about stories and fact-gathering, a passion for journalism and boundless energy. Moreover, he was delightful: I invited him home for dinner with my family, and he came to watch a cross-country race in which I was running. After he moved on, we kept sporadically in touch. He found good jobs in faraway places, just as he had intended.

A post in Indonesia, a former Dutch territory that had always interested him, was his objective. After his time at the center, Sander worked for an English-language paper in Moscow, using his fluency in Russian not only to make contacts with news sources, but also, unlike most foreign correspondents, to make friends with scores of Russians not connected with the news business. After working there for four years, he got a job with the Financial Times of London. An obituary in that paper describes Sander’s initial job interview. Asked whether he liked reporting in Russia, he answered, “I enjoy every minute of it, and every day I am amazed that they pay me for it, too.”

The Financial Times sent him to cover Central Asia. But after some time in Kazakhstan, Sander told his editor that he was going back to the Netherlands and, at his own expense, would learn Bahasa, the language of Indonesia, to demonstrate that he was the right person to be sent there. The editor described Sander’s determination as “always exercised with a charming smile, that characterized all his work.” The strategy worked, and he spent two years in Jakarta.

“He loved his job there,” said Susan Charlton of Corte Madera, Calif., whose daughter Angela lived with Sander in Moscow. “He told me how thrilling it was to be a reporter in a troubled place where there was hope, where people felt optimism about a better future.” Angela Charlton, who reports for the Associated Press, said that Sander often expressed frustration at the corruption of officials in the former Soviet Union and Indonesia and talked of writing a book comparing the two countries’ efforts at democratizing. But then, she continued, he would laugh and say he couldn’t imagine ever leaving work long enough to write a book.

So it was only natural that he would jump aboard the motorcycle that day, to see Dili himself and better inform his readers about the slaughter and the destruction wreaked upon the city. But as the pair were touring a neighborhood west of downtown, they encountered a group of men in military uniforms. The soldiers signaled them to stop. The motorcycle driver, sensing danger, turned the bike around and drove away; the uniformed men began to shoot.

“Pa-pa-pa-pa, 10 or 20 times,” the driver told a reporter for the Toronto Globe and Mail. “The bullets cruised past. He didn’t say anything, he just held on to me.”

But a bullet blew out the rear tire, sending the bike crashing to the ground. The driver fled; Sander lay injured. Reports from that point on differ somewhat: Sander’s body was found either later that day or early the next morning; he died by gunshot, or by machete, or by knife thrusts, or by blows from clubs. The autopsy results are not yet in. But he was found in a pool of blood, his face cruelly slashed, his left ear missing.

Headlines from two of the articles Sander wrote before his death seem prophetic: “Indonesian military’s power undimmed by humiliations” and “A free East Timor won’t be easy.” The White House and the United Nations issued statements mourning his death. A piece about him, written by the Committee to Protect Journalists and published in the Christian Science Monitor, decried the “military-backed strategy to intimidate and drive out journalists who would report on the terror in East Timor to the outside world.” The committee keeps a running count of journalists killed each year in the line of duty. This year, Sander was No. 19.

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The Borrowers

They're not looking for a lifetime commitment. They're just looking for a kid to come out and play with them.

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The Borrowers

It’s not often that I criticize Shakespeare. But in “Hamlet,” when he had Polonius advise his son, “Neither a borrower nor a lender be,” he could not have been thinking about children. Because borrowing and lending children, properly accomplished, brings pleasure to everyone involved.

Are you longing for a child in your life? Or, on the other hand, are you
longing for a break from your children? Like rain, jobs and phone calls, time
with kids is unevenly distributed. Too often, it’s feast or famine. But while many distribution problems are not soluble — food and money come to mind — this one has a cure.

Twelve years ago, I was dying for a kid to hang out with. My three sons were
grown and my nest had been empty for several years. But my sons were not
ready to have their own babies and they reacted poorly to hints that I
wanted grandchildren.

My friend Margaret also missed the presence of children in her life, though
her situation was entirely different. Margaret had never had
kids and didn’t expect to. Like me, she had moved to California many years
before, was divorced and lived alone. We had both so successfully escaped
from our East Coast families that we had no relatives on this side of the
country at all.

The people Margaret and I spent time with at work or on vacation were all
adults. But going to the circus or having Christmas parties with adult
friends seemed flat. There was no wide-eyed wonder, no begging for popcorn, no inquiries about how Santa Claus could possibly fit down a chimney. Though the two of us could have signed up as Big Sisters, we didn’t feel like undertaking so serious a commitment.

We just wanted a kid to play with sometimes.

Margaret’s friend Stephanie moved to California. A stressed-out single mom
who taught school, Stephanie had two delightful children — a shy little boy
with big ears named P.K. and a hip, competent little girl named Pier, 3 and
5 years old. They had come here from Maine and, like us, they had no
relatives around. So Margaret and I began taking Pier and P.K. out for
occasional hamburgers or trips to the park. Stephanie was thrilled to have
some time off from being a parent, and we got our kid-fixes, the special joys
of being with the very young.

We had such a good time with Pier and P.K. that I asked two married friends,
also transplanted Easterners, if I could borrow their daughter, Laure, a
precocious, confident little girl, who was also 3. Since they had no
relatives nearby, they were happy to let her come along.

The kids took to this as easily as we did: They never showed the slightest
reluctance to go off with us, they never asked for their parents and they
never fussed. We loved having little ones to hug and carry around and play
games with — and, of course, we always returned them promptly when we were
finished. Along the way, we added a few other children whom we especially liked, and some parents actually asked whether we would take theirs along too.
Sometimes we said yes, but only if we enjoyed those particular kids.

Our first outings included beaches and parks, pizza parlors and burger
joints. When December came around, I invited everyone to a tree trimming at
my house. By then, Laure was 4. Evidently, this was the first tree trimming she had ever been invited to and she had had to give it some thought. I
remember her opening my front door that afternoon, walking in and announcing
proudly, “I am Laure Katz and I am Jewish.” Margaret and I had assembled
paints, cardboard, glitter and glue for the kids to make ornaments. Laure
used the materials to make Stars of David and menorahs.

A favorite event was the Cirque de Soleil. The kids were enchanted with
the contortionists and the clowns. I remember the thrill in the car when,
driving home from the circus one night, Laure and another kid in the back
seat named Matthew discovered that they had the exact same birthday. I also
remember a Halloween party when Laure, dressed as a small orange pumpkin,
leaped into my arms like a frightened baby monkey when a friend of ours in a
gorilla costume walked in the door.

For four or five years, we had great times. Then, as the kids were starting
to get too old to enjoy playing with us, everything changed. Stephanie, Pier
and P.K. moved away to Arizona. Margaret married and got a dog. My oldest son
married and produced two babies, the longed-for grandchildren. So the
Borrowed Children faded away.

But I am still close to Laure — she had me as an honored friend at her Bat
Mitzvah and her parents consulted with me as she was choosing which high
school to go to. Laure’s father, Steve, reminisced with me recently
about her time as a borrowed child. “Laure had no extended family here. Her mother and I were game for an aunt to appear. Instead, you appeared. You made an effort to
connect with her and the rest was easy. We had
wanted her to be comfortable with other adults and other children when we
weren’t around, and that was something we couldn’t provide without a
borrower.”

Laure, now a high school freshman, was at first puzzled when asked how it
felt to be a borrowed child. “It was a ton of fun,” she began slowly, “and a
break from my life. I got the chance to do stuff I normally wouldn’t get to
do, like Christmas. It was a nice addition to my life.”

From the time Margaret and I began until last month, I never heard of anyone
else borrowing children. But then I learned that someone I had known years was doing it. I asked her about it. It began, Ruth said, when a couple she knew had their first child. The new mother and father both worked very demanding jobs, so she started taking the baby, Joey, as a favor to them. “But then I realized I was doing it for myself,” Ruth said. “I don’t have kids, and this was a way to have them in my life. People say, ‘Oh, that’s so great for the kids, to have another adult around.’ They don’t always understand that I do this for myself.”

Often, Ruth would plan an excursion, only to hear Joey say he
just wanted to go to the park and play, or go for a walk with her. “I don’t
know how many hours we spent walking around his neighborhood, up to three
hours at a time, going up the little stairways and back streets and to the secret spots,” she recalled. “In a lot of ways, that was more fun than some
scheduled event.” Nine years later, she still borrows Joey, but these days
she is more likely to borrow his younger brother, who is 5 and not yet
occupied with play dates and computers. But Ruth still matters a lot to Joey.

“It’s like having another parent, but she doesn’t give you jobs and she
laughs a lot,” he says. Then he adds, somewhat melodramatically, “Life would be bitter without her.”

Thirty years ago, in the days when most fathers were exempted from
child care, I remember how isolated I felt with all the responsibility for
looking after my three small sons. It would have been a huge relief to have a
friend to borrow them and share in their lives. So if you would like some kids in your life, don’t be shy. Ask a stressed-out parent or two if you can take their kids on loan. You could be doing yourself a big favor — the genius of this system is that it works for everyone.

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Newsreal: Not over the hill

While the television cameras focus on Olympic athletes who seem impossibly young, and competitors in their late 20s are considered "over the hill," athletes 40 and over -- including some in their 90s -- are a growing presence on tracks and fields everywhere.

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You won’t see them at the Winter Olympics in Nagano, but they’re a growing and vigorous presence on athletic fields all across the world — overachievers in a very special sense — over 40, over 60, over 80, competing in conventional Olympic events.

“Masters” athletes — those over 40 — are carving a big niche for themselves in sports. Between 1980 and 1996, according to the U.S. Track and Field Association, the number of marathon runners over 40 increased more than five-fold, from 31,200 to 162,360.

This phenomenon is not limited to the United States. Last summer, more than 6,000 men and women from 72 countries, ranging in age from 35 to 93, gathered for the 12th World Association of Veteran Athletes Games in Durban, South Africa. Among the highlights: a 100-yard dash for men over 90, pole vault for women over 70 and 5,000-meter racewalk for women over 85.

Though a few competitors could have starred in “America’s Funniest Home Videos,” others looked strong and competent. But for all who participate, these games are part of the serious enterprise of challenging the limits of possibility for the middle-aged and the old — especially women.

The 102 American women competing in Durban ranged widely in age, ability, experience and goals. A few had years of high-level competitive experience, but the oldest didn’t take up sports at all until she was 83.

“Four years ago, I was sitting in my chair, feeling old for the first time in my life,” said Dorothy Robarts, 87, of Mill Valley, Calif., just north of San Francisco. Robarts keeps her curled hair blond with Miss Clairol, hears perfectly and doesn’t miss a beat in conversation. “I thought then, I can sit here and rust out, or I can get up and wear out,” she added.

So she took up yoga, then joined a racewalking class at the local community college and won first place in all her starts at regional competitions and the WAVA Games in Buffalo, N.Y.

In Durban, Robarts encountered tougher competition, with three other women aged 84-89 in her 5K racewalk. “I got the first silver medal of my life,” she said crossly. “That Swedish woman has been cross-country skiing all her life, and she beat me!”

Then Robarts brightened. “But it’s all right. I do this for my health and my mind. Besides, I had the time of my life touring South Africa.”

Other contenders who, like Robarts, could have made money wagering that bystanders could not guess their actual ages were a pair of identical twins from Princeton, N.J., Michael Hill and Johnnie Hill-Hudgins. Though they look about 30, they are 50.

The two have been competing all their lives, garnering scores of medals since forming the first girls’ track team at Princeton High School in 1965. But that’s not all. The sisters’ business card reads, “Singers, Models, Actresses, Karate.” They have appeared on TV as American Gladiators and in commercials; they have toured the world as singers, and were stunt doubles for Whitney Houston in “The Preacher’s Wife.”

To finance their trip, the Hills held fund-raisers in their community. The U.S. does not pay the expenses of senior athletes traveling to competitions — which embitters some lower-income competitors, who complain that world championships should be open to all good athletes, not only to good athletes with money.

Patricia Peterson, a sprinter from Albany, N.Y., looks every bit of her 72 years. Wiry, white-haired and wrinkled, she wears trifocal wire-rimmed glasses, no-nonsense short hair, no makeup, a navy blue polo shirt and shorts. But in competition, the old elf looks about 25 — arms pumping freely as she speeds down the track, long legs stretched out in graceful, ground-covering strides.

Peterson has been hooked on sports since she began officiating at basketball games as a seventh grader in 1938, and has used any resource she could muster for nearly 40 years as a teacher and coach to gain equal resources for women athletes. Her own sprinting career began in 1987 when, just for fun, she signed up at the New York State Senior Games.

Two years later, however, illness struck. “Non-Hodgkins lymphoma is the kind of cancer that doesn’t go away,” she notes. Chemotherapy, a stem cell transplant and support from her church, family and friends have pulled her through two bouts with the disease. After the first, she recovered enough to win medals at the 1995 WAVA Games. And after battling back from cancer a second time, she competed at Durban, winning three gold medals and setting an American age-group record in the 400 meters.

The 13th WAVA Games will take place in England in 1999, on the eve of the millennium. The Hill twins won’t go — they plan to focus on their singing career. Dorothy Robarts would like a rematch in the racewalk, although, at 87, she thinks that two years is too far ahead to plan. Pat Peterson hopes to be alive and racing.

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