Please hide the children.
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Many years back when I built up a martial arts program at UVa (started by Rad Smith), I became part of the development of a structure which helped the club tap into the considerable resources within the four dojo walls. Back in the Rad Smith days, I developed a "club sport" structure within the University dojo - complete with a constitution, officers, and official duties. The purpose? To tap into the student activity fees that all students had to pay. Writing budgets and making requests to the Student Council appropriations committees led to funding of sparring equipment, heavy bags, trips to New England for camps (for a few black belts), etc., etc.
Here's the thing. When I started this, Rad Smith was the instructor. As he developed his students, he was the "Chief Instructor." And the officers of the club? Well... nothing in the constitution I wrote dictated that an officer of the club had to be a black belt.
When Rad went to Harvard to get his MBA and the role of chief instructor was unceremoniously dumped on me at far too early a time, I eventually tapped into this structure that I had created. As Chief Instructor, did you think I wanted to be an office holder of the club? Hell no. Do you know what it takes to build a curriculum both for the club sport members and also for the PE classes I started? Do you know what it took to be there 3 or more days a week - initially for 4 hours at a time (multiple classes) while also a full time student? Heck... everyone in my graduate program predicted that my overextending myself would result in me being the typical no-PhD statistic. Three out of the 33 who started got that PhD. Three of us beat the odds. Who would have thunk that an over-extended, average athlete with slightly-better-than-average engineering abilities would be one of those three?
Again... there was no way that *I* could do it alone. Eventually I built that club to many classes at many levels, added in weapons, brought in outside styles, and paid to have big names (George, Bob Campbell, Jim Thompson, Buzz Durkin, etc., etc.) come in as guests to teach and socialize with the gang.
But not really... It was those officers of the club who did a lot of that heavy lifting. And where are they now? They are today's doctors, lawyers, PhD physicists, entrepreneurs in nanotechnology around the beltway, etc., etc. It was a quid pro quo scenario. I reminded people that hard work often led to future rewards, and I would be there to write recommendations that helped them along in their dreams. And I followed through. And they left me and prospered. And I am a proud papa.
Others did what I suked at. I love to teach. I love martial arts science. I am the consummate Shaolin monk who experiences and facilitates the whole package. But I suk at administrative duties. You don't want to know what my desk looks like right now. As I once told an assistant I hired, "I am allergic to paper." When phone calls need to be answered, forms filled out, dignitaries managed, accounting details scrutinized, equipment ordered, human cats herded, etc., etc., I am SOOO HAPPY to turn that schit over to someone who is better at it than I. I don't care what your walk of life is, what rank you have, what dangles between your legs, what accent you may or may not have, or which side of the tracks you walk on. If you can help me do something I can't and make yourself look better than me, well here's my response.

As an aside... I cannot imagine George being the complete George without Susan. I cannot imagine George being the famous person he is today without the considerable skills of the people whose lives he touched. And I cannot imagine Mr. Tomoyose being everything he has become without George. I'm just saying...
Here's the thing. What - to me - appears to be an obvious paradigm worked really well within The University environment. Not surprisingly it is one copied in corporate America as well. It's called division of labor. I can't remember when I had a boss who knew more math or science than I did. It's been since graduate school. And yet I love the people I work with. As a biomedical engineer, I relished the role of the person who could talk to anyone and keep the wheel rolling. I was thankful of the non-science people in marketing who helped sell the science I created. I was thankful of a non-science boss who gave me free reign and had my back. (And bad things happened when I had to report to an idiot non-science boss.)
But...
Somewhere in the whole idea of what the average person views as a "normal" dojo outside of the University, this paradigm seems to be unacceptable. When a non-black-belt Bruce Swenson got George Mattson or Jim Thompson to come visit us, I was happy. But when he contacted a certain someone in Northern Virginia who had a more military way of viewing the world, he got put off because he wasn't first contacted by and personally handled by me - the Chief Instructor.
And where was I? Trying to teach uncoordinated people how to use their bodies, and trying not to flunk out of graduate school. I'd like to tell you I had a personal life as well to tend to, but there are a few ex-girlfriends would would argue with my attentiveness (or lack thereof). Like... I really had time to put a needy female "first" in my life. (Sorry to those who are offended by that.)
George got it. Many did. And some were offended.
Recently I had a similar rift at "home." I tried to put some very capable administrative sorts in charge of a nasty transition from one unappreciative health club to a more accommodating and deserving one. I tried to start something that I know I suk at - teaching little kids. I tried to re-establish something that got dropped at UVa - a first-class website.
I "somewhat" succeeded. But not always.
In many ways, I am a radical egalitarian. I start all my classes in a circle. I'm not your god damned guru, and I don't want to be on your pedestal. You come to class to do martial arts. Kissing my belt isn't part of my curriculum. So if I have a brand new student who can fill a role, by golly I'm stepping aside and letting them take it.
And it sometimes works. Thanks to Shana for example, our website was restored. It's slowly being built up to what Ian and Tim had back in the day.
And sometimes it doesn't. I can't count how many times a busy me got the news that person A didn't respect what person B was trying to do ON BEHALF OF US ALL because said person was "not a black belt."
Excuse me, but WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING????
And here's the thing. I grew up with six sisters and I also have a twin. They are all highly educated. They have MBAs, Masters degrees, law degrees, etc. They are quietly but effectively the movers and shakers in our country. Some have helped manage corporations. One does "work" in the Pentagon. (I'm not asking...) One is a bank Vice President. One is head of personnel for a well-known company. Etc., etc. And do you know what my sisters tell me? OTHER WOMEN are their worst enemies. One sister tells me she used to use her male secretary to get past the female secretary of a company president she needed to deal with. I kid you not. You think boys behaving badly is a not-too-far-from-reality scenario? You women out there can be just as bad - TO EACH OTHER. Wow... when that estrogen flies,






And yet at the end of the day, each and every one of these people in the Shakespearean tragedy is a soul I'd take a bullet for. The people I can honestly say "I do not like" can be counted on my ten fingers. And that's from a double-nickel lifetime of experience with society. Each and every one of them is at least as good a person - if not better - than I.
But life happens.
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- Bill