If you are a wrestling fan, then you have probably seen the documentary Card Subject to Change on Netflix Instant. As an old school fan, I was especially touched by the segment featuring James Harris, aka Kamala, the Ugandan Giant. He talks about being 62 years old and still wrestling on indy shows while driving a truck full time. He seems to be a man who is extremely grateful, and a genuinely nice man.
I grew up in Dallas in the eighties, and my family watched the weekly wrestling show, World Class Championship Wrestling. Kamala was a fixture there for some time, feuding with pretty much everyone. He had a great gimmick of some kind of primitive wild man, who could only be controlled by his masked handler, Kimchee, or General Skandor Akbar. Here is a clip of him in action:
He was a favorite of mine when I was little. I used to make my mom laugh because I would see Kamala and run around the house slapping my belly. Even today, my son enjoys watching me do the Kamala.
Anyway, about a week or so ago, Kamala had to have his foot amputated due to complications from high blood pressure and diabetes, which is unfortunately common for a man of his age, size, and ethnicity.
From all the things I have read, Kamala is one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet, and I wish him the best.
I’m off to slap my belly.