Touching Hands
There is an old school ku-raty term - “touch hands with the master.” Whether you are drinking sake at the lobby of Mamasan’s or a beer at Billy Bobs, when martial arts people gather and gossip one subject routinely arises - experience. This or that person has done, or not done, this or that. And inside the discussion, the topic of how people were trained is a favorite. Old timers use the phrase “touch hands with the master.” They ask the question, “how much as he touched hands with the master?” Or, “has he ever touched hands with the master?” How much time, if any, has anyone really spent and trained the school’s creator, founder, master? How important is this in the big picture, or is this just sake and beer talk?
The master thing conjures up images of Uma Thurman in Kill Bill climbing the Aztec stairs to train for years with that abusive Kung Fu guy with the three-foot, white beard. Or even Yoda in Star Wars. There is a child-like wonderment about it.
First, I am just not fond of the term master in common martial arts usage. But I have personal problems with ideas of pre-set power titles and automatic respect. That’s just me, a bit on the rebellious side. I hated saluting strangers in the Army. If you call me master, or Guro, or whatever, it will flat embarrass me and I will immediately tell you to call me “Hock.” Hell, I ain’t even a “mister.” Just Hock. I am just a guy who has collected some tricks that some people want to know. We in the SFC use the term master in the same context as the military or police might, such as “master sergeant,’ or “range master.” If you are master, level 10 with us? You are simply a range master of your own range. You run a teaching operation.
Having played this name game, there is a point or two behind the basic discussion. How important is it, that a student teach hands with the head teacher? Can they learn just as well from the down-line, local teachers. Well, I think so! Sometimes maybe even better. It is only when the business claims of who-is-who caretakers and descendants and dynasties are fought for, do the real “touching hands” debates begin. Also people like to play the ”I was closer to him than you were,” blather games.
And there are really other concerns for me. Quality control and personnel control. There are basic, advanced, expert and Level 10 black belt/range masters I have never met out there, all over the planet. People “made” by people I have “made.” And so on. I am supposed to see these people as I travel the world and usually do catch up with them eventually. But as it all grows and grows? These are not new problems. This was kicked over by the monks, and pondered in the Japanese sword schools; worried over in the fencing halls of Europe. I imagine what Ed Parker thought about this in the 1960s? What about all the Koreans who invented these huge business operations.
One solution is to create the annual seminar/gathering and then twist some wrists and hyper-extend some elbows to get people off the couch and attend. Met, Greet. Renew. Touch hands. Sometimes the bigger the organization? Touching hands may only be a handshake and hello. Ed Parker’s son is still busy shaking these new hands to this day. In military and police training, systems require annual or semi-annual certifications, in a way - touching hands to keep “in touch" with the program, the doctrine and its leaders.
Remy Presas had a funny, broken-English way of saying this, “You study to de’ hands of the master.” Remy broke my nose with a stick in my living room at 12:30 am while training one night, back in 1992. I guess you can’t get more touching hands that. And that is still one of my favorite moments in life. Sick ain’t it? But I guess there is some intrinsic, mysterious, almost genetic value to time spent - “touching hands with the master.”
Now, please pass the sake.