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ROBIN RICHARDS TO THE RESCUE

Robin Richards

Robin Richards top row center. Image via teamusa.org

I grew up in a small Oregon town that had one big team, the wrestling team.

And I wasn’t a wrestler, not yet.

Instead, I played ball, the usual ball. And not very well, which made me question if I’d ever be more than washed up at fourteen.

To recover some confidence my first year in high school I needed a new team, a new sport. If I was as bad at a new sport as I was at the old ones, at least I’d have a new excuse.

If I didn’t find a new sport I was going to quit trying. It’s not easy being a quitter and I wasn’t looking forward to it.

I looked through an older yearbook before sophomore year, checking team wins and team losses.

One stood out more than others.

The 1971 Hesperia reported the good news:

“Wrestlers Extend Win Streak to 65 Before Being Defeated.”

One athlete stood out.

Robin Richards won Oregon’s Triple Crown, three state championships his junior year, along with a national championship, and placing second in the Junior World tournament over the summer. That record stands out on any resume.

He’d been on cultural exchange wrestling teams that traveled to South Africa and New Zealand.

He was the nation’s outstanding wrestler in big meets.

The bible of wrestling at the time was Amateur Wrestling News, and the write-up from the 1971 Junior Nationals was just two paragraphs long. This is what it said, in its entirety:

Illinois Juniors Lead Federation Nationals

IOWA CITY, Ia. – Illinois wrestlers dominated the second annual U.S. Wrestling Federation Junior Nationals at the University of Iowa, July 29-31, claiming three champions, four runners-up and two thirds. Iowa and Michigan each crowned two champions, with one each going to Oregon, Pennsylvania and Washington. Ten states had placewinners among the 200 individual entries.

Robin Richards, Oregon, was named outstanding wrestler. Mark Tiffany, Illinois, had the most falls in the least time.

Robin Richards, a seventeen year high school junior from North Bend, Oregon, made a mark in 1970 and continued into his senior year.

But his biggest win didn’t come on the mat

He came back from Japan with a silver medal in world competition and he was different than anyone else in the school.

He looked different. First, it was all-world style:

Instead of all jeans, t-shirts, and Converse, he mixed in striped bell bottom trousers, harness boots, and flowing shirts with long collars and puffy sleeves.

But, he went international in more ways.

Instead of coasting on his success, he refocused and got ready to do it all over again senior year.

And he didn’t make it all about him when he could have.

The North Bend wrestling room could be a harsh place in those days. Older kids were more than willing to pound the heck out of younger kids just for fun, to toughen them up or make them quit.

Robin Richards used a different tactic. He helped new guys get better. I was one of them my sophomore year, another kid taking a chance on a new sport. He was the role model.

At the time, North Bend had few black students. If a black family was assigned to the local Air Force radar station, their kids became Bulldogs.

With only one black student, race relations didn’t seem a hot issue in 1971 era North Bend High School.

One day a few guys brought their attitude to the only black kid in school. It didn’t go well until Robin showed up.

He could have minded his own business, turned away, and kept an eye on the college scholarship prize waiting for him, but he didn’t. Instead, he was a role model.

More than walking the walk as the closest thing to a super star anyone had seen up until then, he talked the talk.

What did he say? Don’t know, but the other guys decided to find something else to do somewhere else. Sticking around wasn’t a healthy choice for them.

That moment has hung with me all my life. He was the first guy I saw who could have done anything else, and didn’t.

Robin could have walked right by, got into that Thunderbird, and it would have been just another day. But he didn’t.

The example he laid down was the right one to follow then, the right one to follow now. He role modeled the sort of behavior to influence others to change.

When confronted by fear, be brave.

If you suspect lies, find the truth.

What do you do when you’re the only one who can make a difference? Make that difference.

That’s what Robin Richards did. And he kept doing it.

He’s not the only one. What’s your story?

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Comments

  1. Allen Taylor says

    He was before my time but to me you were the one that helped me. Thank you David.

    • David Gillaspie says

      Some of the best things I’ve learned came out of that wrestling room and the people in it.

      And Boomer, one of the best comments I’ve heard comes from you. It’s easy to trace things back to Robin for the way he took people under his wing instead of kicking the crap out of them until they quit.

      I’ve got two nephews, a freshman and sophomore, on their high school team in California learning the same steps.

      Thank you for coming in, Allen. And know how much I appreciate your posts and attitude.

  2. Mindy Richards says

    Hey, that’s my dad! Pretty cool, thanks so much for sharing! I miss him everyday!

    • David Gillaspie says

      Hi Mindy,

      Thanks for coming in. Too often people get busy and time passes, not for kids as much as the rest. Your dad cast a big shadow, but none bigger for the guys younger than him coming into the wrestling room.

      This isn’t stretching things at all: In the old North Bend gym basement one part of the wrestling room was elevated. As a new guy I saw it as Robin’s Room, the elevated part, and the goal of most of us was getting good enough to make it to that mat where he stayed out longer than anyone taking on all comers.

      We’d go out, take our chances, then make way for the next while he stayed out waiting. It was part conditioning, part technique, and all awesome. At the end of the day he’d show us what we needed to do to get out there and last longer. He cared about the team and the future.

      best wishes,

      DG

  3. David, Great description of a great guy!

  4. Jane-Ann Phillips says

    Excellent, David.

    • David Gillaspie says

      I wrote this in 2017 and reposted in 2020. Some guys have a big impact and make it look like nothing. Robin did that more than once.

      After I lost my first match in the 1973 Greco state championship in the Marshfield gym I did what other losers do, walked into the bracket room and checked on my next loss. Robin came in and stood behind me reading the bracket.

      “You lost because you threw flat and landed on your back. If you don’t do that again you can beat these guys,” he said.

      My next match was against the guy the great Larry Bielenberg beat in the state finals earlier, a big scary looking guy who thumped. What chance did I have against such an opponent? Not much, but Robin gave his permission to win.

      And it was enough. It’s funny how some people need a little push.

  5. Jeff Richards says

    Thanks for the great article about Robin. He was a unique and wonderful person. I think about him every day. He has been gone since August of 2001 and it seems like yesterday. He fought the great fight against the cancer but that was the one foe he couldn’t beat.
    Thanks David. Hope to see you one of these days.
    Jeff Richards.

    • David Gillaspie says

      Hi Jeff, good to hear from you. Robin reminded me of one of America’s greatest wrestlers, Rick Sanders. Calm and lethal under pressure like this match: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vHq34Jrfbg

      Your parents were the role model I looked to when my kids started wrestling. Walt and Dar, along with Mr. Swanson, took a bunch of us on a wrestling road trip from North Bend to Stillwater, OK for a national tournament. They caravanned out and back in two campers and made it fun. It couldn’t have been as much fun for them, but they knew how to handle things based on their experience with you guys. Besides, no one was going to screws up too badly around Robin’s parents.

      Rolling through the years has given me the comfort of aging with good memories. Hearing from a big brother is one of them. I hope you’ve shared Robin’s story with folks who need a reminder that there’s always more to do, even in dire times. Facing cancer, and keeping it together as long as possible, is a hard job to tackle for anyone. I like to think his doctors appreciated who they had under their care.

      See you in here again,

      David

  6. John Richards says

    Mr.Gillaspie, great article about my uncle Robin, he was always larger than life in my eyes, miss him every day. My brother sent me this back in 2017, I should have commented at the time, sorry I didn’t. Thank you for sharing with the rest of the world that we already knew, about Robin.
    John Richards
    Anacortes, Wa

  7. David Gillaspie says

    Hey John, thanks for coming onto the blog. Robin was the King of the Wrestling Room when I was a sophomore during his senior year. He stood in a line of high school wrestlers in North Bend that was quite a line-up. When he was a junior three guys looked alike, badass looking, Robin, Vern Brecke, and Dave Thompson. The other two graduated, leaving Robin to rule the roost.

    He was a greco champ over and over, state and national. North Bend had greco champs before him, like Gary West and Rick Gabbard. Brad Nyleen went back to back in state greco, 1971-72. Robin won everything in 1970, and almost everything in 1971. He’d been on cultural exchange trips to South Africa, New Zealand, and Japan. In other words, he was worldly beyong his years.

    To a fifteen year old sophomore who had never wrestled, he was the brightest star in the school. From watching him and listening to him I finished my first year with a pink ribbon for 6th place in the state greco of 1971. Don’t laugh at the pink wrestling ribbon, though I haven’t stopped since the day I got it. Pink?

    Here’s what I like to tell some of the people who comment: You may be a writer.

    Good to hear from the Richards’

    DG

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