I look around at the classy dojos these days and I shudder. I see the wall length mirrors and the immaculate rows of bags, and I shudder. These places are nothing like what I experienced at the Kang Duk Won.

Kang Duk Won Korean Karate was born of a classmate of Gichin Funakoshi’s, Toyama Kanken, and therefore it is one of the purest representations of Karate in existence. It took root in Korea, and was tempered in that countries harsh winters and boiling summers, all of which made it an art for men to study. Eventually it came to the United States, and I studied it in San Jose under the guidance of Bob Babich.

Next to the Kang Duk Won was the Towne Theater, which immoral cinema had the glory of showing a movie starring a gal name of Linda Lovelace for over two years. Other businesses included sweat shops and bars. In front of the Kang Duk Won, like as not, you would see a score of Harley Davidsons, courtesy of the Hells Angels, Gypsy Jokers, and just about any other Outlaw Biker gang who wanted to learn the real thing.

The front window was cracked and the pieces held together with duc tape. Visitors sat on a picnic bench placed under the window to watch classes. Bob’s office was a telephone booth just big enough for a desk and two chairs, just don’t try to open the chairs.

The mat was sailboat canvas, and a big seam ran along the left side of the mat. It was a dirty, filthy thing, and where students turned their forms strips of duc tape were thick. And it wasn’t large, maybe 15 by 25, but classes of 20 and more would work work out like maniacs.

In the back hung the bag, and Bob filled it himself, made it extra heavy. He was always taking it down to get it sewn back together, the darned thing looked like Frankenstein’s manhood. We used to kick that thing till it bounced, and the whole building would throb and shake.

Now, you might wonder why and how such a place deserves my eternal admiration, and the answer is simple. No excuses, no whining, no bottles of designer water left at the sides of the mat. Just men working, sweating, giving their all, and building an energy indescribable.

I don’t want to even look at modern schools today, with all their frills, for they make me shudder, for I don’t feel the manic energy, I don’t feel the intensity and the comradeship. I don’t think I am being old, I am just terrified that when this body is old and I leave it, when I come back in another body, I won’t find a group of people that are willing to suffer their all for the True Art. I won’t find something, dirty, ragged, gasping for breath, and yet willing to fill my soul with the true spirit of the martial arts, I won’t find something as true and pure as the Kang Duk Won.

Al Case has studied martial arts for 4O++ years. His CD/DVD course, Evolution of an Art, has Kang Duk Won and two other arts. Or just pick up a free ebook at his site, Monster Martial Arts.

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