Hello All,
I haven't posted regularly for more than a year, and I was actually preparing an inquiry to the board on the first ten (chronologically speaking) hard copy books/essays/long articles on GCA...
But then I came upon the feature interview with Tom Paul and that all went away.
After reading this "interview" (which I feel is nothing of the sort...85 words of questions, hardly a glance at GCA, 13,468 words of response, a passing glance at GCA...this was a prepared, typed manifesto of social assertion put on a pedestal by the proprietors of this site) I felt ashamed to have ever devoted one moment to Golf, GCA and the frivolity of posting thoughts on a forum such as this.
To read the now-60-deep member praise and annex discussion that follows, I realize that I am in the sharpest and smallest minority; but when I look at Tom Paul's life through the prism of this self-published "Memoir of a Gentleman" I see a life wasted, ignorant of what true good fortune is, solipsistic enough for long enough to actually believe that the savages of those outside the gates (including a young Jack Nicklaus it seems) are any different than the savages inside the gates. The only thing that separates this "Atlas Hugged" memoir from that of Ayn Rand's stories is that a) Rand writes fiction and b)Rand writes only a little longer.
Does Tom Paul realize that behind every golf shot he played, every charming story of Lady Astor and Winnie, every privileged point of access to every sacred reserve of a damn game, there are people in great suffering, earning pennies chasing necessities that cost dollars, thousands of them? And how were these fortunes built and secured (whether in their English origins or in the American iteration)? By divine right, by royal fiat, by exploitation and privatization of resources, by criminal acts, by theft and swindling of native peoples, by wars fought by the poor, by closed-doors incest with government, law and politics (oiled by the profit earned by all such activity).
So to enable the predilections and the full personal blossoming of some 100,000 uber-class lives in the last 200 years, billions (perhaps a trillion) have suffered under the yoke of the master's need for comfort and whimsy--cold, hungry, over-worked, provoked by a life of seeking necessity? And then I'm to believe that a boys camp in Long Island is payment enough? Read the classic Renaissance essayist Michel de Montaigne..."Penitence demands a burden."
Please tell me this was all an inside joke, that my indolence in keeping up with the board and posting has made me unaware of some unknown silliness; and that this was actually intended to be a satire of the very class of people so lovingly framed by TP.
If it's not, then though shameful and abhorrent to my personal beliefs, I think this "in-his-view" is perhaps the bravest thing ever concocted and publicly displayed for its snapshot of detached dysfunction, rank de-spoilment, and frank cowardice it displays.
Yes, cowardice...at least in the instance of the anecdote about Papa Paul and Seminole and Nicklaus' desire to join. C'mon - Dad wouldn't leave the club because he had no stomach to encounter breach with friends but resigning the board is an act of conscience just the same? Thank God Charlie Sifford didn't apply, Dad might have had a genuine moral quandry--heaven forfend!
And this self-annunciated standard that the true gentleman "treats all men equal in both scorn and praise"...surely that ethos is one part of exemplary character; but the very point of gentleman and his business clubs and his golf clubs is that they are never in contact with any member of the public that might just challenge and require them to truly apply that ethos. Outside of a few Caddies and that horrible machinist's son that Daughter Ashley is infatuated with, how many fools, felons and flunkies does the true gentleman of Mr. Paul's class encounter?
The whole Lord Jim section of flunking out of Princeton, "banished from the country to a family publishing concern" turning up at Columbia - with a stint in the Marine Corps (I am, like another poster, interested in that term of service; its years and avenues of duty) in between...it makes me ill. My god, to treat that which would change the life of any of my freshman students at a state college (I am a Graduate Assistant about to receive my Masters) who couldn't in a hundred spins of the wheel over 8000 years prove their merit for the opportunity to be next to the best teachers and the best resources, like a frame to disinterested adventurist hedonism is such an outrage. If Tom Paul is speaking accurately and with an inured philosophy/biography of a culture, no greater proof exists that the uber-wealthy should be dispossessed of at least one half of their holdings, if only to buy gasoline for the next 5 years for all American households earning less than 35,000 or entirely forgive all student debt in this country...even if it was to buy tickets to Death Metal concerts for 10 year-olds, it would be a better investment than such...dandism.
So, yes Tom Paul you and your WASPforebearers have ostensibly ruled the world; you have run the "machine," it has not run you...and how is that world you have run?
Does it look very nice from up there in the sky.
Up there are not those of the bearing and hereditary line and the knowledge of a true gentleman, like a high altitude bomber, dropping a devastation on a littlke place they can't even see? The war is so clean up there is it not?
You fly home in safety to base, well out of range of any gun, you park your jet, kiss the wife, screw the maid, drink with the boys and do it all over again the next day--until one day you receive a glimpse of what those bombs do. In modern times, a drone operator who kills "possibles" in Afghanistan from a console in a bunker in Nevada.
If as you say, "when those in a leadership role lose the respect of those they lead, they will ultimately fail and they will devolve into irrelevancy somehow at some point."
Well stories like yours--though torturedly cast through some prism of "golf"--is the open spigot where the respect runs out. That's why I genuinely think its so brave--it's unintentionally a mea culpa, by the very standards it sets.
Well, I can't be as voluminous as the "interview" was; but there's my gist. I'll be glad to respond to any individual prompts that may occur as I get the chance; I'm caddying at WF this weekend.
In all of this, though I tried to keep a civil tone; I failed as it was impossible.
Tom Paul is a top-flight know-nik about GCA and I believe has even extended certain posting kindnesses to me. This seems a terrible way to re-pay the spirit of that and his generally good reputation, as I know it. I apologize; I felt this particular case required strident response and because it also had so little to do with golf (really). In fact, the only thing I can say about the Golf Content of this portion of memoir is that Merion, Gulph, Seminole...etc are likely to be the first places torched, when the impoverished and middle classes have nothing left to lose.
cheers
vk