The following discussion is a little off my usual discussion of fencing subjects, but it does apply to the broad general area of fencing. The following is a discussion of Jack London's White Fang and how its themes and concepts can be applied. While not exactly aimed at fencing it does discuss training in fencing and also concepts around expectations and education, two subjects which are related to fencing.
The novel White Fang
has been used by many people to explain many different things. For myself, it
is one of my favourite books that I enjoy reading because it immerses you in
the place and period in which it is set and also shows you somewhat the life of
one wolf from pup to full-grown, and the interesting experiences that he had
along the way. There is an animated version of this story available now on
Netflix, which hits most of the main plot points, but misses much of the detail
which is contained within the book. It also, as can be expected, changes
elements within the story as well.
The first question that White
Fang asks is how much of you is wolf and how much of you is dog? Or to put
it another way, how much is driven by your instincts and how much of you is
driven by what you have learnt at the hands of others? The same question could
also ask how much of you is free and how much of you is tied to expectations
and impositions, many which are imposed by the self?
We would all like to think that we are more wolf than dog,
that we are free to do what we want when we want, but this is really not the
truth. We are tied by our expectations of our society, and impositions made by
ourselves and our own egos and what we want out of life, which tie us to
society. The freedom of the wolf is an illusion that we would like to hold, but
many cannot grasp.
Other aspects of the dog show themselves, our education, our
further learning at the hands of other education and being part of societal systems.
All of these things make us good members of society, good dogs. To rebel
against these, to become the wolf, is to threaten ourselves with the potential
of becoming outcasts, to stand alone, something which our gregarious nature and
ego-financial-driven selves are somewhat afraid of. We admire the rebels in our
midst, those who stand alone, but do not join them. Sometimes we need to stand
alone, because it is the right thing to do.
In the story, White Fang spends some of his early years in
the wild. Then with his mother, Kiche, becomes a sled-dog for an Indian named Gray
Beaver. He is trained in this role. He does not get along with the other dogs
in the tribe, his mostly-wolf self shows too much. He fights the other dogs to
defend himself and place himself on the top of the pack. But he is accepted by
Gray Beaver and thus works for him. Later, through some trickery White Fang is
sold to “Beauty” Smith and is trained as a fighting dog. He is beaten and set
upon other dogs. The fights are vicious and all that White Fang learns is how
to fight and kill the dog that is in front of him. Eventually he is taken by
Weedon Scott who heals him after a dog-fight and then teaches him another way;
that he can live without fighting, or at least that fighting should only be
reserved for enemies.
White Fang’s story shows many fights with other dogs who
refuse to accept him. In some instances it is to prove that he belongs and
others it is because it is what he was trained to do. Some instances are
because it is what he is. His early experiences are of rejection from other dogs,
these are his formative years and they leave an imprint of not being wanted by
other dogs. The result is he defends himself against them and establishes his
dominance. This fighting ability pure and raw is taken by “Beauty” Smith and
harnessed and let loose on other dogs for money. Weedon Scott wants something
else from White Fang, to show him another way; that he can be accepted and that
fighting is not the only way to be accepted. He learns from these experiences that
he can be accepted and that fighting is not the only way to fit in.
What we must all ask ourselves is in our teaching and
interactions are we acting like “Beauty” Smith or Weedon Scott? Are we taking
someone at face value and just accepting everyone else’s view of them, or are
we forming our own opinion? Are we simply harnessing one ability or are we
really developing a human being? This is a question that trainers in all forms
of martial arts must ask. What sort of impact is the training having on the
individual? Is it perpetuating a cycle or is it doing the best for the
individual?
As trainers of martial arts we should all be seeking the improvement of our students, in all senses of the word. We should not just be honing their fighting abilities, but we should also be examining other aspects as well. The social aspects of the art that we teach should be a serious consideration, as the students will learn everything from their teachers. If you teach in a gung-ho, “anything for a win” fashion, then that is what the students will take away. If you teach in an honourable, victory by art and skill rather than pure force fashion, then that is what the students will take away.
As trainers of martial arts we should all be seeking the improvement of our students, in all senses of the word. We should not just be honing their fighting abilities, but we should also be examining other aspects as well. The social aspects of the art that we teach should be a serious consideration, as the students will learn everything from their teachers. If you teach in a gung-ho, “anything for a win” fashion, then that is what the students will take away. If you teach in an honourable, victory by art and skill rather than pure force fashion, then that is what the students will take away.
I recommend White Fang
to anyone as a good read, and a book which will probe thoughts. The themes and
ideas which the author presents are some which need to be considered. The story
itself is well-written, primarily from the point of view of the protagonist
wolf-dog White Fang, which is an achievement in itself, it describes scenes
which will make you think.
Cheers,
Henry.
Cheers,
Henry.