Why is it that someones opinion, free of agenda (unlike tichoks) is instantly labeled as something else?
Not that I remember throwing those words around Sonny (in fact, I avoided using them like the plague), and maybe you weren't speaking to me when you said that, but have you ever looked them up to see what they actually mean?
In a class full of Slavs, the notion of Slavic superiority is moot. Everyone's a Slav, so they're all in the same boat.
BUT if it's a mixed class like what can happen in North America or Western Europe, the situation can easily arise that one person, feeling he is "superior", will not allow himself to be "beaten" by a "meer" foreigner - if he is struck in slow play, he will go faster, if he is thrown, he will try to use strength, things escalate, and next thing it's a fight. I have seen this happen, among many types of people, and it is my fondest hope that in fact it is nothing personal, they "just" hate to be "beat" be anyone, their ego won't allow it until they are shown their ego has no effect on the outcome. However, if it's fueled by ethnocentric pride, it's an extra problem - it means that that person may always be a problem for non-slav to train with, because the ego drives him to cheat. How someone can think that simply being a Slav makes you better than someone, yet have no ego attached to that notion, is something I can't get my head around. Maybe others can explain how this can be.
As for Vlad's non-slav non-ROC top guys, like Scott etc. well, really, in my mind that pretty much settles the whole arguement.
One last little thing:
When I went to Moscow in 2000, I got to work out with a variety of MR's students. Many were more skilled and taught me a lot without reservation, so that i saw my own skill increase and acquired new skills. In a couple cases, I found myself being the teacer. In one particular case, I found a fellow very much in tune with me, and we spent a lot of time sparring, fast, slow, whatever, for hours, after the classes were over, and other people were drinking. There were no thoughts of pride, no egos, no score-keeping, no words, there was just the flow interspersed with an exchange of occasional mischevous grins and the odd laugh as we shared inside jokes through motion - we had no common spoken language, bt we communicated anyway. To me, that is systema; a universal language that any human can understand.