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The_Dojang-Digest           Tues, 24 April 2001        Vol 08 : Num 254

In this issue:

       the_dojang: Re: Instructors
       the_dojang: Wisconsin Seminar
       the_dojang: Re: The_Dojang-Digest V8 #252
       the_dojang: Re: The_Dojang-Digest V8 #252
       the_dojang: D I Y Language
       the_dojang: "Real" training
       the_dojang: Sad but True story
       the_dojang: .
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From: MissIllona@aol.com
Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 17:22:38 EDT
Subject: the_dojang: Re: Instructors

In a message dated 4/23/2001 6:58:05 AM Pacific Daylight Time, 
the_dojang-owner@hpwsrt.cup.hp.com writes:

<<  After four years of voluntary service, and having been at one point in 
time the only
 other instructors at the school, my wife and I also left.     It seems that 
we too could no longer teach in the trendy fashion he desired.   The black 
belt cadre we helped build at the school became his new instructors, and in 
allegiance to him, eventually turned their backs on us as the friends we once 
knew.  This above all is what truly hurt, as what we thought were true 
friends  turned out to be false ones.  >>

Wow, amazing how you think you are the only one ... then you read something 
like this.  This happened to me, too, but it went on much longer than 4 years.

Glad you saw the light ... and it is a shame that those you left behind have 
to suffer (that was the hardest part of leaving for me).

Believe me, life picks up from there !  :-)

Glad you found a new home ... :-)  ... I never did ... had to make one of my 
own.

Illona

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From: "J. R. West" <hapkido@netdoor.com>
Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 20:23:03 -0500
Subject: the_dojang: Wisconsin Seminar

I just returned from Mosinee, WI after conducting HapKiDo seminar for the
"Central Wisconsin Martial Arts Institute" and its' owners, Mr. Dave and
Mrs. Christy Pryga.  I have to admit that I have had bigger crowds, but I
can't recall ever having more fun than I did on Saturday.   It was a GREAT
pleasure to finally meet GM Rudy Timmerman of the "National Korean Martial
Arts Association" as well as his very talented students.  In my travels I
hear many horror stories about instructors victimizing their students in one
way or another, but don't think I have ever met a more caring and thorough
teacher than GM Timmerman.  My only complaint was that we didn't have more
time to spend talking, but I have been assured that he will join the
teaching staff at the 16th International HapKiDo Seminar to be held in
Jackson, MS in Feb. 2002, and only an unchangeable scheduling conflict on
both of our parts keeps him from being down here in August for #15.   All in
all, it was a great time, with many old friends showing up, and of course I
made several "new" friends that I look forward to seeing again.  I was sorry
that Donna had some problems and couldn't make it up, but we will be back
there next spring.  Special thanx go out to my student, Dr. Dave Collipp who
made the trip with us and was more than happy to offer his medical expertise
to anyone who asked.    J. R. West    www.hapkido.com

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From: Neal Konecky <dnkonecky@yahoo.com>
Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 19:35:10 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: the_dojang: Re: The_Dojang-Digest V8 #252

I am sorry to bother the list with this, but I need to get in touch with a list member
whose e-mail has changed.

Michael Choi, please e-mail me privately at your soonest convenience.

Thank you.

Neal Konecky

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From: Neal Konecky <dnkonecky@yahoo.com>
Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 19:32:59 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: the_dojang: Re: The_Dojang-Digest V8 #252

What are your opinions of embroidery on black belts?

Is it just a Taekwondo thing or does it run through other Korean 
Martial 
Arts?

Do you think that some people go over the top?

If you are a black belt that has an embroidered belt, what do you have 
on 
it? where did you get it from?

Are there any set guidelines that you have come across? (e.g. from WTF 
or 
member organisation)

Do people have any opinions of the embroidered belts from Sang Moo Sa?

A lot of questions I know but I would appreciate any answers.
Thanks
Damian Jones


Mr. Jones,

I was given 2 Black belts by my Sabumnim.  One after I passed the test and an embroidered
belt when I was given my certiifcate.  My embroidered belt is in my closet.  I wear the
simple black belt given to me at test.  This belt is important because it was given to me
after test.  Besides, I believe it to be more aesthetically pleasing. To me, some
embroidered belts can be too ostentatious.

I don't know if it helps.

Neal Konecky

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From: "Bruce Sims" <bsims@mailserver.midwesthapkido.com>
Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 21:26:58 -0500
Subject: the_dojang: D I Y Language

Dear JR: 

"....NOT about TKD, but rather about HapKiDoesque (how about THAT one , Bruce?) ..." 

I like it! --- In sort of a Funk&Wagnellian kind of way :-) . 

Best Wishes, 

Bruce 

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From: "K T" <kaizent@hotmail.com>
Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 13:06:11 +1000
Subject: the_dojang: "Real" training

Mr Konecky

In trawling the martial arts sites, I seem to remember one of the schools 
having plain clothes day in order to create realism. I thought it was a 
novel idea. I remember one fellow was going through his exercises and 
sparring in a tuxedo. Sorry, I don't remember what site it was.

Trust you find this of interest.
Regards,
Noel Doney
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From: Ken McDonough <maganda44@yahoo.com>
Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 04:02:58 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: the_dojang: Sad but True story

A sad but true story. Ran across this article today. Same applies to 
Korea and Thailand, and so forth.

McD...

<The Forgotten Angels
Whether sired by G.I.s or sex-touring retirees, the Amerasians of Angeles
City live in racial purgatory  
BY HANNAH BEECH/Angeles City 

  Eurasian Invasion: A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Diverse
backgrounds and multicultural heritages are making Eurasians the poster
children for 21st-century globalization. Why are they the right mix?
 
  Stuck in the Middle: A third-generation Amerasian still feels in-between
 
 
  


When Robert Roydall Reese was 14 years old, his mother gave up and kicked
him out. He was, she said, uncontrollable, too much like his father—too
black. Robert's father is named John Roydall Reese. He is from West
Virginia. That is all Robert knows about him. That is all he knows about
the man that made him too black.

Throughout the Philippines, there are tens of thousands of children who are
like Robert, and tens of thousands more who are too white. They are called
multo, or ghost, if they are light-skinned, and kulot, or curly-haired, if
they are dark. A nickname that applies to both groups is Babay na sa, or
Bye-bye to daddy. In all, there are 52,000 mixed-race children nationwide,
most the unwanted offspring of Western men and Filipina prostitutes. Some,
like 16-year-old Robert, live on the streets, surviving on handouts and
sniffs of mind-numbing glue. "They are born in shame," says Agnes Espiritu,
a women's and child-rights activist based in Angeles City, home to what was
once Clark Air Force Base, one of the the U.S.'s largest facilities in Asia
before being returned to the Philippines in 1991. "They can't hide their
history because it is printed so clearly on their faces."

Nowhere in the Philippines are there more mixed-race children than in
Angeles. For decades, young American recruits wandered the girlie bars that
proliferated outside the base. Many soldiers never knew about their
unexpected progeny; others accepted them and nurtured families, especially
if they were stationed in Angeles for several years. (Even after returning
home, many continued sending money for their support.) 

But when Clark closed in 1991, everything changed. By the mid-'90s, the
town began marketing its nubile wares on the Web, offering two-week, $1,700
sex tours to American and European men hankering for young flesh. Touted
one website: "Recreational sex is the sport of choice. You can get loaded
and laid regardless of your age, weight, physical appearance, interpersonal
skills, wealth or social class." Viagra reinvigorated business, too: by
1999, the visiting population of Angeles had shifted from young American
G.I.s to boozy retirees, few of whom felt like supporting instant families.
Unfortunately, the girls they liked best were the ones most likely to get
pregnant: callow Catholic girls from the countryside with little knowledge
of birth control. The population of unwanted mixed-blood children continued
to grow.

At Checkpoint, a tin-roof shantytown next to the entrance to the former
base, those young Catholic girls have had to grow up quickly. Melinda
Basilan started working the strip stage at the Tahitian Queen when she was
16 years old. Now, she has two children. Stephanie is three, and her father
is English. John Michael is two; his father is an American from Georgia.
The Yank has promised to visit in May, but no one in the dirt alley is
holding his breath. Checkpoint is filled with mothers waiting for fathers
who never come back.

Next door, 14-year-old Jaime Adriano is waiting, too. He was only two
months old when his mother abandoned him, overwhelmed by the prospect of
raising an Amerasian child on her own. Jaime lives with a foster family,
sleeping in a coffin-sized bedroom where he keeps his hip-hop clothes and
prized hair gel. Neighbors whisper that his foster father beats him, but
there is nowhere for the 14-year-old boy to go. School is out for the
former honor-roll student: his foster father recently lost his job and
Jaime's $10 tuition was the first expense to be cut. "I'd like to go to
America," he says. "You can go to school, even if you're black and poor."

Back when Clark was open, Amerasian children of servicemen did have a
chance to go to the U.S.—if their mothers could prove paternity. While that
didn't happen too often, the occasional success story gave others hope, and
they bombarded the U.S. embassy in Manila with citizenship applications.
Older Amerasian girls traded on their exotic-but-familiar looks to marry
serving soldiers, later settling in prosaic places like Oklahoma City and
Fort Wayne. But with the base gone, so are the servicemen and the link to
American passports. Few of the Europeans or Americans who descend on
Angeles these days stay long enough to leave more than a vague sense of
identity—and sometimes a souvenir baby. Four-year-old Helen, with her dirty
blond hair and pink cheeks, could be half-American, half-English or
half-Australian. "I can't tell the difference between all those accents,"
says her mother Julie. "But I think his name was Scott. Is that an American
name?"

Ollie Barge has an American name, but not much else. She never knew her
parents, having been raised by a foster mother. When her college was
flooded by mud slides from the eruption of Mount Pinatubo in 1991, the
school relocated and Barge couldn't afford the commute. She tried getting
work at the garment factories now prospering on the former base. But each
time she carefully combed back her curly hair and went for an interview,
the managers turned her away. Only a handful of mixed-race Filipinos have
landed jobs at Clark Special Economic Zone, where thousands of other locals
have found work. "My father served at this base," complains Barge, 23. "But
I cannot work there. The Filipinos say 'go to America.' The Americans say
'get a job in your own country.'"

Discrimination affects the half-black children most deeply, but the
lighter-skinned Eurasians suffer also. Other students know these kids'
mothers are probably prostitutes, and schoolyard taunts reflect that open
secret. "I don't want them talking bad about my mother," says Bryan Enders,
an 11-year-old whose American father died of cirrhosis of the liver two
years ago. "But I can't say anything, because they will beat me up." Even
the teachers sometimes pitch in, blaming the biracial students for
fomenting classroom dissent. "They act up more than others," says Juanita
de la Cruz, who has five mixed-race students in her elementary school
class. "I think it's because their blood is all mixed up. They feel most
comfortable hanging on the streets with other Amerasian kids."

In fact, most of the Amerasian children avoid the sleazy lanes where their
mothers sold themselves to their fathers. "When I see a Western man with a
Filipina girl, I feel sick," says 19-year-old Paul Calumpiano, who is
half-American. "But I can do nothing but throw stares at the man's back."
Others, though, have no choice but to return to the bars teeming with
retired American postal workers and overweight German laborers. Mixed-race
boys can find work as deejays, bouncers or, if they're tall, play for a
local basketball team.

But for a poor, young girl in Angeles, there is little to trade on except
her body. Northern European men prefer the darker-skinned Amerasians, while
the Japanese go for lighter skin. Jewel, 18, plies the streets in front of
Splash, Lollipop and Confetti's, where drunken men amble with a girl in one
hand and a San Miguel beer in the other. She's never met her American
father, but her mother says he had a scar on his left calf. So every time
Jewel meets a middle-aged American, she checks his leg, just in case. "I
don't know what I will say if I meet him," she says, pulling the hem of her
pink leather skirt down her thighs. "But I think I will say: 'Hello, I am
your daughter. Welcome again to Angeles. We call it the city of Angels.'">
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Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 8:11:12 PDT
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