We never joined Wia Hong’s federation, it was like if you had a school in New York, you were in whether you liked it or not, real related to gang type of mentality… then again, most of the “old school” in NYC’s Chinatown seemed quite mixed with that political element..
When we ran the school in Chinatown, a “fee” for “membership” was paid to a certain organization that Chan Tai San belonged to… For that reason, when we had trouble with the vietnamese, we met with some of the leaders of that organization…
Personally, I really was turned off by all the politics and the drama. I was trying to teach classes. One day I had two women, a kid and one guy in class. These Vietnamese come in looking for some money. I was in a dance studio space, we weren’t even operating full time, it wasn’t like there was a cash register sitting there full of money. Not that we were making money back then either… Sifu wasn’t there that day. He was actually in Toronto for something or other. The Vietnamese didn’t find anything really, but they took two bottles of Dit Da Jow…
I called sifu up in Toronto, told him what happened. He was on his way back to NYC, told me to meet him in a certain restaraunt on Sunday morning. IT was not one of his usual places, I found out we were going there because the heads of that oranization had tea there…
Sifu Chan and I had morning tea with these two really old guys, they made Chan Tai San seem young
and they spoke really thick Toisanese dialect… I really had no clue what was going on, sifu did all the talking, after a few minutes they waved and two younger guys who were sitting at another table walked over and sat with us…
Honest to the lord, this is what happened, Sifu Chan told me that since we paid our fee, they’d take care of our “trouble”. Then one of the two old guys told me (regarding the two guys who had just sat down) “this guy, good with a meat clever, the other guy has a gun”
I thought I was on Hong Kong Candid Camera, Allan Funt Chan was gonna jump out from behind the Har Kow and say “fooled ya!”
But it wasn’t a joke, nor was I dreaming. I figured, heck, aint gonna insult these guys, but I told them I didn’t need this sort of help… I got up and left. Sifu was only like 2 minutes behind me. He probably just made the formal good byes, but didn’t have time for much else… I told Chan Tai San that we didn’t need that sort of help…
I don’t know if anything more transpired, but I was happy that the Vietnamese didn’t return. The next year, they got all busted by the police, in part because the On Leong and Hip Sing had ratted them out, BTK was bad for Chinatown business and the Chinese had no love loss for the Vietnamese. We moved out of Chinatown not much later… for the better…
I really, really, really disliked that part of the scene…