Flying Crane said:
Good point, and I was going to go into this a bit but forgot. Doc keeps talking about how things changed over and over, the system evolved as Mr. Parker tweaked things to fit a probably constantly changing vision of what the art should be. What an early student learned would be quite different from what a later student learned. I don't think this means that the early student learned "bad" stuff, or was a poor student or half-trained, even tho Mr. Parker later saw reasons to make changes. Perhaps the art in its later stages broke thru to a new level that it hadn't achieved before. But it doesn't mean that what came before was no good. In fact, the later breakthru would not have been possible without the earlier version.
If you get out to enough seminars or garage-sessions with enough seniors from various decades in kenpo, you see some significant differences in focus. Guys from the 60's and 70's who broke off to do their own thing don't concern themselves with things like extensions, forms, family groupings, etc. You'll see Obscure Wing show up in the white belt cirriculum of one splinter, and in the orange or purple of another guys. The focus is usually on training harder to hit harder. I think it was Mr. LaBounty who made the distinction between iron-workers & watch-makers. The kenpoists from more recent generations tend to have a more watch-maker mentality, focusing on definitions and specifics; older guys on iron-working...get grizzled and hard by banging away. The older stuff tends to look a bit less sophisticated, but IMO works a bit better for you when it comes time to actually blast the bad guy in the grill.
I thought the story about the kenpoist who lost the match lecturing the guy who won it on kick mechanics was a priceless demonstration of this issue. The old iron-workers wouldn't have bothered talking about it at all; they would have just gone home, and trained the heck out of counters to that kick, and jumped into the very next tourney to see if it worked, imagining that guy they lost to the enitre time they trained (seeing his face on the heavy bag, etc.).
And, btw, Doc ain't the only guy I've heard discuss how rank was ratified or given away for poor performance. Another gentleman who was intimately associated with Mr. Parker, and used to join him on grading boards abroad, recounted being aghast at how bad some of the people testing (and passing) were...he would whisper in the ear of his comrades, just to the side of Mr. Parkers vision. Mr. Parker eventually asked him not to do that, because it was on him to look imperious and impressed as the SGM, and it was hard to do when he knew what they were whispering in the corners, and it would make him want to laugh. He also added that Mr. Parker, occasionally seeming to have given up on the whole quality control hting in exchange for not going BK again, would rise from the grading table to leave the room and sort of "baptise" or "announce" grade advancements as he walked away. "You're a 4th now...you go ahead and be a 5th..". Apparently, when word of this tendency got out, hangers-on looking for this sort of social promotion would show up at the tests, wearing their gi's with belts on, and cluster around the table as the test wound down, hoping to be blessed by the kenpo pope to a new black belt grade. So now you have a small gaggle of people with unwarranted promotions, spreading the gospel as they know it. But hey...they got the belt and the blessing from the old man, so that has to prove something about them being right, eh?
Why would he do it? He had a family to support, and had already gone BK once. The people closer to him got more of the meat and potato's, so the legacy wouldn't die. I may not like the commercialism of the art(s), but the more I struggle financially, the more I can see allowing the temptation to take little Jonny's money in exchange for another stripe on his pee-wee belt.
When I had a studio in Stanton, I had differing levels of expectation for different folks. I had the kids class, and the adults classes. Then, when everybody went home, we shut the door for my long-time workout buddies and serious students to come by. Noses would break; ribs would crack; knees would bend in ways they shouldn't outta. If I get hit by a car tomorrow, both groups have certificates signed by me. But at least I know the core intensity I wanted to see my art represented with lives on in a few students. I was (in my opinion) clever about it though: different looking certs with different names for the art.
D.