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Super-Sister #6: Hanging up the Cape?
By Heather St. Claire
"In Smallville one day, the people blink in disbelief as they see a girl
dressed in the super uniform of Superboy, patrolling in his place! You
will be even more amazed to enter the privacy of the Kent home to find a
daughter living with mom and dad! Yes, the most freakish twist of fate
imaginable changes the boy of steel into a lass of steel, when Clark Kent
becomes...Claire Kent, alias Super-Sister!"
From the diary of Jonathan Kent, December 26, 1950--Life will always deal
you challenges, whether you're a broken-down old farmer-turned-grocer, or
the world's mightiest young woman. My family's been learning that lesson,
and many more, these past few years.
I am so very proud of my girl. She performed her most heroic feat yet not
too long ago. She should have received a medal, and in fact she did, but
she's been the victim of terrible persecution as well. Her ma and I have
always taught her that doing good is its own reward, but this just isn't
right. Sometimes I find my faith in this country starting to waver.
My name is Jonathan Kent. I lived a wonderful life, but a pretty ordinary
one, until eighteen years or so ago. That's when a rocket dropped a baby
boy in front of me. I was born in Smallville, Kansas, sixty-five years
ago and I have lived here my entire life. I married my childhood
sweetheart, Martha Clark, forty-one years ago. The Good Lord never
blessed us with a child of our own, and our life on the farm was
challenging sometimes, but we were enriched in so many other ways. We
thought our lives were as full as they could be. Then came the fateful
day when Clark's rocket arrived...
The next fifteen years seem like a blur in a lot of ways. There's no
manual on how to raise a child...well, I guess there is now, thanks to that
Dr. Spock, but even the good doctor might be at a loss on how to deal
with a super-powered child. Still, Clark was the best son we could have
asked for, and although we always tried to steer him in the direction of
doing good, that seemed to come to him my instinct.
About the time Clark started school, the first signs of my bum ticker
showed up, and we moved into town where I opened up the general store.
It's less physically stressful than farming. Clark soon launched his
career as Superboy, wearing the costume his ma made for him from the
blankets he had been wrapped in before being sent to Earth.
Everything changed that day in the spring of '46 when Clark came home...and
wasn't Clark anymore. He had been changed into a girl by an angry alien
woman. Even though I'd become used to some strange things that went with
having a super-powered son from another world, this...this was a bit much
to deal with. Truth be told, I think Clark, who we renamed Claire, coped
with it better than I did for as long time.
I've never admitted it to Martha or Claire, but I really missed having a
son for a long time. I know mothers and daughters have a special bond,
and I think the two of them drew even closer because of what Claire had
been through. In church one Sunday morning, I finally realized I was
listening to my own foolish pride, and I felt prouder than ever of my
child from that day forward. I have always taught her that everything
happens for a reason. I still don't know for sure why she was changed,
but my feeling is this was just one more challenge that's made her a
better, stronger person.
Until the last few weeks, Claire's toughest test had come last spring,
right as she was about the graduate high school. One of the Kryptonian
criminals from the Phantom Zone managed to escape and wreak havoc on our
town. She killed two people, including one of Claire's classmates, Lisa
Davis, before finally being sent back to the zone with the help of Leslie
Luthor.
Leslie used to be Lex Luthor, but accidentally changed himself into a
female while trying to cure his baldness. She ended up with a nice full
hair of red hair again, though. There sure seems to be a lot of gender
changing going on in these parts! About a year after Claire's
transformation, a villain from another Earth who class herself the Ultra-
Humanite (and who also claims to have been born male) used a serum to
change me into a female version of myself. Thank the heavens Claire was
able to create a potion that changed me back. I don't think I could have
adapted to my new self nearly as well as Claire did. Afterward, Martha
tried to ask me what I thought about my time as a gal, but I made it
clear I wasn't interested in talking about it. Ever
So anyway, I was getting to the graduation. It was a beautiful ceremony.
Claire could have been valedictorian--she's sure smart enough. But she was
a B-plus student by choice. She always thought it was important to do
well in school, but not so well she drew too much attention to herself.
There was a shadow of sadness over the graduation and the prom due to
Lisa's death. Claire had made a beautiful pink satin prom dress for
herself; she added a black mourning slash to it. Just about every boy and
girl at the dance had a mourning band or sash someplace on their finery.
To thank us for being good parents, Claire built a yacht and was planning
to fly us to the Caribbean for the vacation of our dreams. Martha and I
were thrilled, but it wasn't meant to be. We were in the middle of
packing our suitcases when I was hit in the chest with a
sledgehammer--well, that's what it felt like anyway, and I crumpled to the
floor. My bum heart finally picked a time to give out on me.
Fortunately, Claire was just down the hall and got me to the hospital
toot sweet. I was laid up for months though, and I still can't do much
beyond puttering around the house and going to church on Sundays. I know
I'm driving Martha crazy. One thing my heart attack did was settle
Claire's uncertainty about her future. She had been thinking about going
away to college, but she now insisted on staying home and helping her ma
take care of me. I can't tell you how deeply I was touched by that. She's
a regular Florence Nightingale, our girl is. She made me eat my chicken
soup when I didn't have an appetite and got me up and walking around the
block when I wanted to stay in bed.
I also have to tell you how proud I've been on Pete Ross. He and Claire
have been friends for years, and since not too long after her change,
they've been going steady. When Claire became a girl, I hired Pete to
take over Clark's duties helping me out at the store after school. Martha
and I are a bit old fashioned, I have to admit. We've always thought of a
woman's place being in the home, but I know the ladies did their part and
then some in the factories during the war.
I think back just about four and a half years and see that confused
teenager we sent off to school on her first day as a girl and see she's
now a young woman, so mature, beautiful and confident. Pete took over
running the store, but Claire's been helping him out. No more sweaters,
skirts and bobby sox for our girl. She's now wearing dresses, stockings,
heels, hats and gloves as she heads out in the morning. She leans over to
give me a kiss goodbye and I get a whiff of her perfume; her lipstick
leaves a print on my cheek, and she opens her purse to find a tissue to
wipe it off. "Sorry, pa," she says with a soft giggle. Even now, I have a
hard time processing the fact that this was once my son.
If she doesn't get interrupted to perform a super-feat, she still has a
full day ahead of her, taking care of the books and other paperwork and
helping Pete deal with customers. I have to admit it's good to have a
woman's touch at the store. The other day Claire told me how she sweet-
talked crabby old Mrs. Johnson when she started complaining about break
going from fourteen cents to fifteen cents a loaf. She tries to make it
home by the middle of the afternoon so she and her ma can listen to their
favorite soap operas together. Martha is partial to Ma Perkins, while
Claire really enjoys The Romance of Helen Trent. I know she dreams of
living in a big city someday, and the story of a small town girl making
it in Hollywood really appeals to her.
Claire misses Lana, who's away at college, but her life is still very
full. On the rare nights she's not out with Pete, babysitting for a
neighbor, or at a church social, the three of us gather around the radio.
We all love Fibber McGee, and we wouldn't miss Jack Benny on a bet. While
we listen, I read the Saturday Evening Post and Claire and her mother
dive into the latest Woman's Home Companion.
Claire and Pete are even trying to talk us into a plan to open up a
modern supermarket on the edge of town. They're afraid one of the big
chains like National or Safeway is going to roll into town and put the
Kent General Store right out of business. They may be right. Television
has just come to Smallville, but it's already creating new demands for
all kinds of products. This is farm country, but more wives want to get
dinner out of the freezer or out of a can. Pete and Claire make a great
team at the store, and Martha and I have been thinking they might be a
great team at home as well.
Besides taking care of her ailing old pa (I've been doing much better
these past few months, thanks) and helping Pete with the store, Claire
has continued her super career. She still goes by Super-Sister, though I
had suggested it might be time to start calling herself Superwoman. She
didn't seem comfortable with the idea for some reason, and now it looks
like the world may never get to know Superman, which is a darn shame.
Ever since the war ended, it seems like the political scene has gone
plumb crazy. Everyone is so worried about communists and aliens. We've
managed to stay out of the spotlight in Smallville for the most part. One
of Claire's super-feats would make the newspapers back east every now and
then, but it was almost as if most people didn't really believe she
existed. The Army brass came out a few times and satisfied themselves
that Claire was here for good. A couple of years ago, after she captured
the Ultra-Humanite, she even got to meet President Truman, something that
made her very proud. Me too. I've been a Democrat since the cradle, and
with Harry coming from right over in Missouri--well, why wouldn't I feel
some kind of kinship with him, even though he wasn't much of a farmer.
Once Hitler and Tojo were history, the world should have calmed down. But
then the Red Scare started up. It was even worse than the hysteria after
the First War that brought the Palmer raids and all that nonsense. If
that wasn't bad enough, people started seeing flying saucers all over the
sky. As far as Claire knows, she's the only alien who has ever come to
our planet to stay. That hasn't stopped all kinds of crazy, paranoid
speculation. People like Walter Winchell can get the public all stirred
up. But it was just a lot of wild talk until Senator McCarthy came along.
A few months ago, no one from outside of Wisconsin had even heard of this
nobody. Then he started railing about Communists working in the State
Department. He brandished his briefcase and claimed he had a list with
the names of 205 traitors on the government payroll. Harry Truman said
the only thing McCarthy had in the briefcase was a bottle, and the junior
senator faded from the headlines for a while. Then he started in about
aliens, asking why the Defense Department was hiding the truth about the
aliens it had captured from the UFOs that had crashed. THAT started to
get people excited. Then he called a press conference and asked why the
president was allowing a known alien "to live and operate openly in the
heartland of our great country." He was talking about Claire, of course.
I think McCarthy did a very good job of playing on people's deep-seated
fears of the unknown. I have to put at least part of the blame for the
anti-alien hysteria on the Wells boys--H.G. and Orson. Back when I was a
young man, H.G. Wells wrote the book "The War of the Worlds" and then a
few years before the last war, Orson Welles (no relation) turned that
story about gruesome invaders from Mars into a radio play that scared the
heck out of lots of people. I guess people find it easier to accept the
idea of aliens as monsters instead of coming to befriend us. That's sad.
Some reporters challenged McCarthy on his tomfoolery. Edward R. Murrow of
CBS asked him why we should fear someone who only seems intent on saving
lives and fighting crime. "What better way to lull us into complacency?"
was McCarthy's bizarre response. By that standard, Santa Claus is
probably the lead player in this conspiracy. As nonsensical as it might
have seemed to those of us who haven't taken leave of our senses, a spark
had been lit, and the anti-alien hysteria spread rapidly. Even our own
town wasn't immune. When the train station caught fire and Claire put out
the flames with her super-breath, there were a few jeers along with the
cheers from the watching crowd. Someone even had the audacity to send a
letter to the editor of the Smallville Ledger asking why this meddlesome
girl didn't just let the fire department do its job.
Claire was undaunted, though. She kept right on helping people, mostly in
her own back yard, but traveling far and wide when the call came....like it
did on the first of November. I'm never going to forget that day for as
long as I live. Claire had just walked in the front door. She had taken
off her hat and was pulling off her gloves, when she froze in her tracks.
By now, Martha and I recognized that her super-intuition was at work.
"S.O.S....First Family in danger in Washington...S.O.S."
"Pa...Ma...I think someone's going to try to kill the president!" Without
another word she was gone, down into the basement, out the secret tunnel
and into the skies, heading east as fast as her powers would carry her.
While she flew, she used her telescopic vision and super-vision to
confirm the president's location: He and the First Lady were at Blair
House, the historic home across the street from the White House that was
serving as their temporary residence while the presidential mansion was
undergoing repairs. The irony was that if just the president had been in
danger, Claire's intuition wouldn't have been activated, but because the
First Lady was no doubt a target as well, she was able to avert what
would have been the first presidential assassination in almost half a
century.
There's been a lot of agitation in Puerto Rico as of late, and a couple
of young zealots who wanted their land to be free of U.S. control thought
killing the president was the way to advance their cause. As the
president napped on the second floor of Blair House, the two crazed men
moved forward with their suicidal mission. Claire came streaking down
Pennsylvania Avenue just in time. She wasn't able to stop one of the
assassins before he shot a Capitol Police officer in the knee, but she
disarmed him immediately after that, and she melted shut the barrel of
the other man?s gun with her heat vision. As you can imagine, they gave
up pretty quickly after that.
Well, didn?t my buttons burst when we heard the first news bulletins back
here. They asked Claire to stay over in Washington, and the next night,
there was our girl on the Camel News Caravan with John Cameron Swayze,
accepting a special medal from the president. We don?t have a television
at home, in fact I doubt if there are a dozen in the entire town, so
Martha and I had to watch with a crowd at Norton?s Store, where the G.E.
sets on sale at $449 a pop aren?t exactly flying out of the place.
You?d think people would have been proud of Claire, but the real
fireworks began after tjat. That crazy Westbrook Pegler, who writes for
the Hearst rags, said he had proof the president was in league with the
aliens and the whole assassination attempt was a staged publicity stunt,
designed to soften up the public. Any day now, he said, Truman would be
handing the keys to the government over to the aliens, with my girl, who
he mockingly called ?the Skirt of Steel,? leading the takeover. News
commentators are one thing, as people can ignore their blathering. But
it?s a lot harder to ignore a Congressman.
Claire was back home the following day. We were listening to the news
with Lowell Thomas that evening when we heard him report that McCarthy
was subpoenaing Super-Sister to appear at a special Senate hearing.
McCarthy said: ?I have evidence that this so-called heroine is actually
in league with other aliens and the Communists agents who are working day
and night to destroy our way of life. If she really has nothing to hide,
this alien will come back to Washington and tell us who she really is and
what she represents.? Claire looked at Martha, then looked at me, and
said, ?I have to go.? The fact that McCarthy was a liar and a fool didn?t
matter; her reputation was at stake. There?s no changing that girl?s mind
once she?s set on something.
I?m sure you all remember the coverage that was generated when she walked
into that hearing room in costume. The only sounds for several long
moments were the click of her heels on the marble floor and the popping
of dozens of newspaper cameramen?s flashbulbs.
Her head was held high as she told the committee that although she was
born on another planet and had only come to Earth four years earlier, she
considered herself to be a loyal citizen of the United States. (When
Clark changed to Claire, she told people she had been living on another
world and she and Superboy had swapped planets.) She acknowledged the
obvious?that Smallville is her base of operations?but refused to give any
further details about where she lived or if she had established a
civilian identity. ?Although I was not born on this world, there are
people here I am very close to, Senators,? she said. ?I don?t want them
to come to harm because of their association with me.?
McCarthy, that pontificating fool, just sat up at the dais and smirked,
?A very convenient excuse.? As if that wasn?t contemptible enough, he
started in on the fact that she?s female. From the day she changed, she?s
had to endure the scorn of men, and now it reached its zenith. ?On
whatever world you might have come from, so-called Super-Sister, women
might have been allowed to take a forward role, but this is still a man?s
world, and you better not ever forget that.? I had to admire the degree
of self-control Claire exercised at that moment. Claire tried to respond,
but McCarthy started to make a motion that the committee cite her for
contempt.
At that moment, my well-mannered girl could take no more and interrupted
him.
?You don?t need to bother, Senator,? she said. ?As of this moment, Super-
Sister is retiring from public life. I don?t? want to operate in a
country where I?m the cause of suspicion and fear.? With that, she rose
from the table, walked to a window, opened it, and flew away. A newsreel
cameraman caught her soaring over the Capitol dome before she disappeared
from view. She told us she headed for the Arctic, where she spent several
hours on a mountaintop, having a good cry and trying to reconcile what we
taught her and what this country?s become.
?There, there, child,? Martha said as she cradled her in her arms after
she returned home. ?The day will come when this foolishness has passed,
and you can operate openly again. For now, there?s still lots you can do
without being seen.? And that was the birth of our girl?s newest career
as a guardian angel. She still saves lives and fights crime whenever and
wherever she can, but it?s all done in secrecy now. A falling airplane
suddenly rights itself in mid-air; a gust of super-breath from afar puts
out a fair. Some people claim they see a streak of violet in the sky, but
no one can prove she was there. My girl is adaptable. She proved that
when she became a girl and she?s still proving it every day.
She gives so much of herself, I?m very happy when she has an opportunity
for you. I?ve got a feeling she?s got some very happy days ahead, thanks
to the special young man in her life.
Just after we finished our Christmas supper yesterday, Pete Ross came to
the house. We were able to put all the foolishness of the past few weeks
behind us and focus on family and the true reason for the season. I had
just put a fresh log on the fire, and Lionel Barrymore was on the radio
portraying Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol.
Claire and Martha had just finished clearing the table after the
wonderful ham dinner they had prepared. When the bell rang, Claire
whipped off her apron and took just a second to glance in the mirror and
fluff her hair before heading for the door. Pete came bearing gifts for
all of us?a scarf for Martha, a necktie for me?and a very small, very
special package for Claire. When he got down on one knee before
presenting the gift to her, we all knew what it was: an engagement ring.
Last year, Claire was forced to reveal her secret identity to Pete when
she saved his life. It turned out he?s known for years. He understands
the risks that will go with being married to the mightiest woman on
earth, and he?s prepared for that. When he put the ring on Claire?s
finger and asked her to be his wife, she put her free hand over her mouth
and burst into tears. I still don?t understand why women cry when they?re
happy, but if it makes sense to them?anyway, Claire threw her arms around
Pete and gave him a long kiss. When she came up for air, Pete laughed and
asked, ?I take it that?s a yes??
?Of course, you big goof, of course it?s a yes!? she cried.
Now my girls are planning a wedding. There?s always some kind of
excitement in this household!
NOTE: This story, and others in the series, is based on the 1960 Superboy
story, ?Claire Kent, Alias Super Sister!? Clark is transformed into a
girl in the story, but it all turns out to be a ?mental vision? projected
by the alien Shar-La. In this series, I assume the transformation
actually happened and carry Claire?s story forward.
Elissa
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