I, Tonya
In the 1980s I enjoyed watching women's figure skating competitions. The gracefulness and beauty of the skaters appealed to me, but I never thought about the behind the scenes dramas probably going on, the competitiveness leading to jealousy, resentfulness, or a skater's frustration with judges. By the time of the Nancy Kerrigan-Tonya Harding drama of the U.S. Figure Skating Championship in Detroit in January 1994, I had ceased to pay attention to the sport, but I remember getting off a plane, going to a grocery store with my friend who picked me up, and seeing tabloid photos and headlines showing the biggest news story in the United States: Some creep had whacked Nancy Kerrigan's lower right thigh with a telescopic baton, causing acute pain and baffled distress from the champion skater. At first, her main American competitor, Tonya Harding, appeared to have had nothing to do with the assault, but as the truth unfolded, it came ...