{"id":35618,"date":"2022-01-17T19:15:45","date_gmt":"2022-01-18T01:15:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/?p=35618"},"modified":"2022-01-17T19:15:45","modified_gmt":"2022-01-18T01:15:45","slug":"im-still-the-kid-who-might-burn-your-clubhouse-if-you-cross-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/?p=35618","title":{"rendered":"I\u2019m still the kid who might burn your clubhouse if you cross me"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I was fighting for dominance long before I understood hierarchy. In classrooms, on playgrounds, and on neighborhood fields, I considered it natural that I should be in charge.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t necessarily like most other people. I didn\u2019t much care whether they liked me. But it was important to me to have as much control as I could get. If I couldn\u2019t have leadership of the larger group, I would at least be the leader of the opposition \u2014 those who refused to go along. It was rarely open conflict, but everybody knew which few were competing for power. I was always one of those.<\/p>\n

I read a long diatribe online today from a woman who was denouncing \u201cmale power hierarchies.\u201d She claimed they were an instrument of \u201cwhite supremacy\u201d and she claimed white men were trained in this \u201cunnatural power system\u201d in order to oppress minorities.<\/p>\n

I had to laugh. Nobody ever taught me to want dominance. Humans are naturally drawn to form dominance hierarchies and certain people among groups want power. Some people tend to be given power, even though some of them \u2014 those like me \u2014 weren\u2019t the best liked. And this woman who was ranting would be shocked at the vicious power hierarchies among groups of young black men I\u2019ve known. Is their hierarchy all about \u201cwhite supremacy,\u201d too?<\/p>\n

Humans need hierarchies. We couldn\u2019t survive without them. I can\u2019t explain how we decide who gets power in a room, but we\u2019ve all been in plenty of situations when we\u2019ve known \u2014 without words \u2014 who was in charge and who would lead us.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve sometimes been the one in charge \u2014 and I\u2019ve sometimes been the one pushing power buttons to disrupt someone else\u2019s control of a group. Like it or not, these are essential human skills.<\/p>\n

The earliest I remember openly taking charge of a group in a formal sense was when I was about 10 years old. I set up a little club of the smart kids in my neighborhood when I lived in Meridian, Miss. I was inspired by a group of kids in a book series I\u2019d read, so I envisioned us as spies and investigators. I called our little “company” United States Spy and Investigation Enterprises. (Yes, seriously.)<\/p>\n

We had walkie-talkies and toy gadgets that allowed us to look around the corners of houses. We practiced our skills and had a great time. We built ourselves a sad little clubhouse out of random pieces of scrap plywood, plastic and lumber. We didn\u2019t even use nails. It was nothing impressive, but we were proud of it. We even had a little flag on it with a logo I’d designed.<\/p>\n

There was a rival group of boys down the street — slightly older kids — who had a club they called Flash. They were nasty to us. I don’t remember why. Maybe we never really knew. But they ridiculed us and made fun of us. Then one day when we weren’t around, they trashed our makeshift clubhouse.<\/p>\n

They bragged about it. At one point, the leader of the other group — whose name I don’t remember — got into my face and said sarcastically, “So what are you doing to do about it?!”<\/em><\/p>\n

They were older. There were more of them. We couldn’t openly oppose them. But I decided what we were going to do. Very quietly.<\/p>\n

These kids had a nice clubhouse. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but it was something small their fathers had built for them, so it was far better than our makeshift place. It was located in a small rock canyon near our neighborhood. That was going to be my target.<\/p>\n

I didn’t have access to gasoline, but one of my friends, Kirk, was able to get his older brother, Perry, to get some for us. We waited until none of the enemy were around and we went to their clubhouse late in an afternoon. Kirk brought the gasoline and I brought the matches. Several of us carefully and strategically poured the gas around the wood structure and then set a match to it.<\/p>\n

We retreated to the cover of some nearby trees to watch it burn.<\/p>\n

Not a word was ever said to us about that fire. I’m sure they knew it had been us, but it was completely ignored. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but those older boys never bothered us again. In fact, they even stayed away from our end of the street.<\/p>\n

At times in my life, I’ve wondered if I should be embarrassed to tell this story. For many years, I told it to absolutely nobody. When I finally told my father — many years later — he was flabbergasted and said he had never heard of the incident. So should I see myself as an out-of-control kid punk? Or as a leader of the underdog kids?<\/p>\n

I’m still not sure. Maybe some of both?<\/p>\n

I don’t think humans could survive without hierarchies, formal or otherwise. We join together in these voluntary associations — for our own reasons and for as long as those associations make sense.<\/p>\n

The idea that we could ever be a bunch of egalitarians of equal power and rank is a fantasy. In the best of worlds, all power arrangements would be voluntary and peaceful, but even so, someone is going to be in charge — by mutual consent.<\/p>\n

I think it’s in our genes. Some of us simply don’t know how to obey orders. For good or bad, I’m one of those. I don’t take orders well. I never have. I never will.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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