Learning Isshinryu is one thing, of course a lifetime journey.
However, there are many things about becoming an instructor that were never taught to you.
This was a part of my journey i never expected. A worked, cherished my family, only taught for free. But these are some of the things I experienced along my journey and just some of what happened in my first 25 years
8-4-2001
So much passion across the Isshinryu Lists.
If you accept Concentration as a definition of Isshin, and truly believe it, I’d like to ask you to listen to a tale or two I’ve lived and see if trying to follow the middle course between hate and love has a purpose.
Now I’m not a great fighter, neither incredibly strong of fast, and getting slower and weaker as time passes. In my day I’ve had to fight to practice my Isshinryu, on my own terms. No body gave me anything outside of my initial instruction and the great friendship of my instructors.
Work caused me to leave Salisbury, Md (and Mr. Lewis’ dojo) when I attained my green belt. I moved to Scranton, Pa. And there was no karate around of any sort. What there was, was Tang Soo Do Moo Duk Kwan, a Korean art with forms paralleling those of Shotokan and Korean Kicking Technique.
Not wanting to leave the arts I began instruction in TSDMDK (Tang Soo do Moo Duk Kwan) with Frank Trajanowizc. He ran a hard, clean commercial program. His training pushed my kicking and there was lots of sweat equity. [Frank, BTW was the first instructor of Cindy Rothrock, but she was no longer in his program when I trained there.] I continued to practice my Isshinryu on the side, visited Mr. Lewis during vacation the next summer, and that labor day Charles Murray moved to town to pastor a church. Isshinryu came to me and I went for it.
I also continued to train in Tang Soo Do so I was working out 5 or 6 days a week. In that following year Charles pushed the Isshinryu system into me and the following summer he wanted me to go up for my Sho Dan examination with Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis chose to have him spend more time on my sparring and I found myself caught between two different forces. As I continued training in TSD, their no contact sparring was holding back my Issinryu sparring (medium to heavy body contact). I was at the same level in each art (1st Red and 1st Brown) but I realized I had to make a choice, and it was no choice for me. Sure on occasion I did make a mistake during sparring and KO my opponent, truly accidentally, which tended to give me the reputation of being wild, oooops that was from trying to survive sparring with Charles. Anyway, I discontinued my TSD and continued on my Isshinryu full time. The following year I received my Sho-Dan.
Apparently my choosing to return to my original studies upset the TSD establishment. That following year Charles returned to a career in the USAF.
Independent of those actions, the two years before, the one TSD organization had been quietly working on a campaign to promote their art in Black Belt and its sister publications. Being inside (abet at a very minor level) I became aware they were having their schools advertise in the magazine. Once they did so, every issue of those publications began to write articles about Tang Soo Do for the next several years. I suppose it also helped at that time the Publisher of BB was Korean, too.
I remarked on that fact in a letter to Black Belt (sent before Charles left), and made some comments on the fact TSD was using Shotokan as its base, and the fact that although they claimed they were really a martial art they fully participated in sport karate, too (countering that they were different from Tae Kwon Do).
Remember that letter it plays a big part later on.
Everything I wrote was true. Of course I did not realize the extremely strong feelings the Koreans had against anything Japanese (having suffered the extreme occupation of Japan for 50 years) I now realize how they could not give anything Japanese credence, even if it was true. But that was not the major player in this drama.
That summer, one of the local TSD groups held an open tournament (at the YMCA where my wife worked). As a new Sho-Dan I was assigned to judge in the children’s Black Belt Division (over 50 competitors). All of the judges were 1st Dans (or Korean equivalents), and as the division wore down we were almost done. Suddenly a Korean in a leisure suit (remember them?) approached us, stopped our judging and began to criticize us that we didn’t know what we were doing, and he was going to have us re-judge the top 10 competitors to show us how we should have been judging them.
All of the other judges were cowed with no tournament experience. While I had not been a Dan before, I had never heard of anybody telling the judges how to judge in an Open tournament. So I rose, politely approached him and told him this was incorrect and that we would have to go the head judges table. No I wasn’t the head judge, and the rest had no idea of what to do anyway.
When we got there, I calmly explained the situation and added I had never seen anyone instruct the judges to re-judge a division in Open competition. Throwing it in their laps, they began to discuss it (with the Koreans in Korean, too). Then I was instructed to return to the division and we should complete our judging. We did and that was that I thought.
I was also competing that day. I entered the Black Belt Kata division and discovered that individual in a leisure suit was one of the judges (Turned out he was the son-in-law of TSD’s founder Hwang Kee). When I did my kata I received a standing ovation from the crowd (of course they were all my wife’s students in the YMCA and truthfully I probably wasn’t that incredible but hey who am I to turn down a standing ovation!). Guess who gave me a score of “1”, and with an evil grin on his face….. Now I didn’t care for I truly had been taught all judges decisions were final and did and do believe it, regardless of their criteria. I’ll never forget that crowd reaction. But throughout the day (for an OPEN tournament) nobody anywhere won who wasn’t TSD. Sound like a similar story anyone?. In my division George and Gary Michak (Nationally ranked competitors) likewise didn’t stand a chance. First place went to a gentleman with a wobble in his spin in their version of TSD Chinto. I simply realized I was in very good company.
Later on they announced Sparring judges and I was being re-assigned to a White Belt division. As I made my way across the gym, my wife approached me. [Now Maureen, who had to deal with the TSD people teaching at the Y returned to her karate training just to knock them around in sparring later <grin>.] She asked me what I had done wrong to the tournament promoter (a gentleman from a different local school I had never met or trained with) for she heard him discussing “We have to get rid of Victor Smith.”
Well I guess I began to go ballistic. I remember turning and charging towards him across the gym floor when my wife reached out and grabbed the back of my gi collar, stopping me. She said, “You can’t, it would be my job.” Of course, I realized she was right, so I simply took a breath, restored my calm and went to my division.
That day ended calmly.
Months later, I had begun my youth program at the local Boys Club, and started being a karate gypsy. I was regularly training at Dave Brojack’s Kempo Goju school to have somebody to spar with. One evening that Tang Soo Do instructor (I had never talked to) came in and approached Dave. Dave came over and explained he wanted to talk to me. About what I couldn’t imagine.”
So I went over to him and he began “You had no right! You should have asked me if you had any questions!”
Not knowing what he was talking about I was standing there trying to figure out why he was there.
“You shouldn’t have written that letter to Black Belt. ……. And ranted on.
Now I slowly began to register a letter I had written 8 or 9 months before to Black Belt’s Editor was published (I didn’t realize it would have been, I thought I was writing a personal letter). Heck I remembered writing it but no longer remembered exactly what I had written.
Anyway he went on that I was wrong to have written anything criticizing TSD, or commenting on the system without his permission.
So I began to reply, “First, I know I wrote that letter long ago and no longer even remember exactly what was in it. But this is a free country and I have the right to write whatever I wish without asking permission.”
We sort of went back and forth saying the same thing and it dawned on me that letter must have been published and he must have received a copy of BB (or belatedly realized his association turned the screws on him perhaps).
Finally he began stating, “You really aren’t very smart, Did you forget your wife works for the ‘Y’ where we have a big program, if you say anything else it will cost your wife’s…”
He didn’t finish the statement. I made my decision, he was standing before Dave’s plate glass window and once I heard him complete his threat to my wife’s job I was planning to put him through the window and settled into my stance ready to begin.
I guess he saw the look on my face (for I said nothing), he didn’t finish the statement, grew pale, turned and walked out.
Never talked to him again, or met him face to face.
The magazine came out. On Pennsylvania’s Open tournament circuit, Senior Instructors who never paid any attention to my existence (after all who does acknowledge other Sho Dan’s…grin) came over to congratulate me for my strong statements.
Then something new began to happen. Former training friends (in TSD) would approach me on the street and walk over to the other side. Then they came up and began to apologize. “Victor, I’m sorry but we were told if we didn’t write the letter we wouldn’t get promoted again.”
Two months later it all began to clear up. Every letter published in Black Belt had the tenor “Who the F… is Victor Smith and why does he exist.” Nationwide, Tang Soo Do Moo Duk Kwan started a letter writing campaign about my letter. Black Belt stated it was the strongest response they ever received from a letter.
Oooops, all for little ol’e me. Charles called me from Florida and wanted to know if he should come up to help me clean house. I explained to him none of them were worth the effort.
Heck some of the instructors would cross the street to stay away from me for years, I guess I had a really repellent personality !!!!!!
And none of this had any impact on my life or my karate, ever.
Eventually several TSD Korean instructors tried to explain that TSD’s forms paralled Shotokan’s forms because Hwang Kee and Funakoshi Ginchin were working on the same elevated plane of thought…. Yep, sure. Years later others made the same remarks on TSD’s borrowing Shotokan without similar response. Personally I fully accept why no Korean of Hwang Kee’s generation would ever acknowledge any Japanese influence in their life or art. I am sorry for any pain the ‘truth’ I wrote may have caused, but being sorry that it caused pain would not be reason to write it anyway. Sometimes our truths, the real ones, are painful for everyone.
Over the next few years, whenever they held a tournament I would always show up as a spectator, little devil that I am, and sit in the front row during the Black (blue in TSD) Belt competition. But my art really never had further interaction with theirs after I left, anyway.
One day, I got a phone call at work. “Victor, did you hear, that instructor who challenged you, just died, A young man, from complications of drinking.”
I went home that day, and a while later my wife returned home, “Victor, did you hear?”
“Yes, I did.”
“How does it feel?”
My response, “Great!!!!”
I was sorry that he left a wife and children to deal with his passing. I was sorry for his friends and family.
But for him, he who went out of his way to become my enemy, I who didn’t know him or had even met him personally, for him I discovered one of life’s greatest pleasures. There is nothing better than outliving your enemy. Nothing else is as satisfying, especially if you had nothing to do with it, either his making you his enemy or his demise. Life is truly the greatest revenge.
Then there is nothing, for he is no longer here.
Believe me, I’ve been there and done it. Making much ado about nothing, stirring up passions for no return accomplishes so little.
And if you truly dislike somebody so much, simply live your life so you outlive them.
But, everyone would have had much more harmony if they simply worked on the middle path between hate and love, and put their energies into more productive matters.
Anyway lets return back to Isshin, concentration.
Years later I moved to Derry, NH and immediately began teaching at the Boys and Girls Club.
I had a competitive focus, for there was a local Goju School (with +300 students) and a large dan population (+75). They hosted one of the better Open tournaments in NE and trying to make my program (as small as it is) competitive with them was a private, internal goal. One I never uttered to another.
The head instructor wore his rank in the Red/White/Black obi with the Red/White side out, which I found ostentatious (similar to the candy cane controversy currently being bandied). I was also a founding member of an inter-system group in Penna. providing very high levels of training to its members. That organization voted to make me a ‘Renshi’ and wanted me to wear that same Red/White/Black obi. I expressed my reservation about such for myself and they responded, it is fully appropriate to wear it with the Black Side out, so none but you are reminded of the responsibilities the obi entails.
In pride I chose to do it (at least in part) and I’m sure I wanted to make a statement by my actions to that instructor (he was a sort of rival) and I did so. Years later I formally un-renshi’d myself from that group (politics of course) but in my own school retained wearing that obi as the mark of the instructors burden. To this day I (and my other instructor) follow that course. Every time one don’s it causes us to remember its our duty, not reward to work as an instructor.
Now as the years went by, my small program stayed quite small, but I developed my Dan’s, who became quite skilled. Perhaps I provided some of that to augment their efforts, but the fact I always had them train with my various instructors and their own incredible skills, helped give them focus, too.
In time, my few senior Kyu’s and then Dan’s were technically more competent by far than that school with its hundred dan’s, and when they met in competition, the difference in skills being developed was apparent to everyone.
The day arrived, when I realized, my initial challenge to try and compete against that larger school was meaningless, we were exceeding their standards. Using them as a goal wasn’t enough of a challenge, and over the next several years the entire focus of tournament competition began to leave us for a long variety of reasons.
Now that other school was a stones throw away from me. I did (and still do) visit once or twice a year and am always asked to teach. When I began to move my focus in to the application of kata technique, I got no small satisfaction dropping by and showing them how to drop people with their own goju kata. There is something satisfying about taking 75 dan’s and teaching them how to use their own system.
Of course this is a continual weakness of mine, Pride. I am sorry I’ve done this, and each time I do it in the future I will continue to be sorry for this.
As the wheel turns, that school shifted to Shorin-ryu from Goju-ryu. In the past 9 years a 6th dan in Goju has become a 9th Dan in his Shorin studies, and today teaches both arts (shades of Shito-ryu I guess, and yes he becam a 10th dan too).
Wonder what traditional Goju and Shorin stylists who didn’t change systems think about his progress? Well that’s not my business.
His schools have gotten much larger and the Dan skill levels have sunk. They’ve incorporate so many new kata into the system that they haven’t spent enough years to learn how to fully execute them at the level they used to execute their Goju studies. Of course that’s just my opinion, but I follow their progress to understand what others are doing.
I have learned on thing, truly learned it, it isn’t the obi one wears (today he wears a white and black panel obi as a 9th dan – Hanshi), or the art one practices. It’s what you do with the little you have that is what is important.
It certainly isn’t that I’ve had several incredible students who’ve worked their backsides off to gain their skills. But that they and I have been able to pass our knowledge along in a structured way to develop others in the same kind.
My skills are diminishing, and so will or are yours. Perhaps my knowledge makes up for a little of that, Perhaps not. It doesn’t matter for our day too will pass, all of our days.
But I still don my tuti-fruit obi, black side out, each time remembering my duty, and have learned the lesson it really doesn’t matter what others do.
What matters is what I do, each and every time I teach, I write, I share.
A middle course between hate and love……
Victor Smith
Bushi No Te Isshinryu