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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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941030
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Sunday, October 30, 1994
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1994, Detroit Free Press
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WE'RE TOO EAGER TO KEEP OTHERS OUT
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When we were kids, we hid in trees. We jammed long pieces of plywood
between sturdy branches, and hung blankets to cover the holes. This was our
tree house. This was our club. The most important  feature was the door.

  Because we could keep it closed.

  "Who is it?" we would yell.
  "It's Paul," the local geek would answer.
  "Go away, no geeks allowed! Hawwhaha!"
  As we grew, we  left the trees behind, but not the attitude. Today, some of
us still belong to clubs that close doors. Sometimes these doors are shut
reluctantly, and sometimes they're shut with delight.
  The result  is still the same; someone gets closed out. And it hurts.
  The issue last week  wasn't whether an auto executive named Roy Roberts
was refused admission to Bloomfield Hills Country Club because he  was black.
You can argue that one up and down the highway. One side will tell you it's
obvious, they're racist, why else would a predominantly white club reject a
black man? The other side will say wait  a minute, isn't the mark of a
integrated society that a man can also be denied things without regard to his
skin color?
  And both sides would be missing the point. The real question is: Why do we
still have private clubs at all? For all our talk about democracy, equal
treatment, and political correctness, many of us, it seems, still want to
determine who's coming to the dance and who they're  bringing.
  And we want to be able to say "stay out."
The nature of clubs 
  The Bloomfield Hills  incident was hardly the first involving country
clubs. Four years ago, Shoal Creek in Alabama made international headlines
when its lack of a  black member threatened a TV boycott of the PGA
Championship. Two years ago, five females sued Oakland Hills because they were
denied working in the all-male  dining area.
  Jews, Asians and other minorities have for years been refused by most
country clubs. And while Michigan now has a law banning gender discrimination,
some places still don't allow women  to tee off during certain times.
  So to complain that clubs are exclusionary is to be redundant. That's what
a club is. Keep some in, others out. The first line of crossing is money. If
you don't  have the $15,000 to $50,000 to join, you're not even considered. 
  Then, if you have the money, you must know members who are willing to
"sponsor" you. Already you can see the little power game forming.  If you cozy
up to the right people, and treat them nicely enough, they might sponsor your
application. Then, if they cozy up to the right people, and treat them nicely
enough, your application may be  approved.
  In most of the fancy places --  Oakland Hills is no exception -- the
membership process is secret. No one knows who is on the committee. No one
knows what criteria is used. At Augusta National,  home of the Masters, to
even suggest that you'd like to become a member is considered crass enough to
keep you from ever becoming one. Membership is a secret honor bestowed only
upon the most worthy.
  God. I'm getting nauseous.
Judging prospective members 
  What baffles me is why anyone would put  themselves through this
membership process. Why would you want your personality examined? Why  would
you endure even five minutes of other people judging how worthy you were to
eat and play with them? And you pay to join? 
  Why? Is it because the club has members with whom you desperately want  to
associate? In that case, you are hopping into a clique, and you deserve
whatever petty rules they live by.
  Or is it simply about playing golf? In that case, may I suggest an
alternative hobby?  Bowling. It's open to the public. 
  And a lot cheaper.
  Ironically, according to  several  members at Bloomfield Hills, the reason
Roberts' application was rejected was because he was perceived  as too
"corporately aggressive" --  a stereotype that,  a few years ago, would have
been considered far more white than black.
  Meanwhile,  his rejection was front-page news  in our  papers,  while
reports of a black NFL coach calling his quarterback "a white motherf-----"
were buried in the sports sections. Many asked why America is so quick to bite
on any morsel of white-to-black racism,  but willing to overlook it in
reverse?
  The truth is, all of it is part of a larger problem: an "us" and "them"
attitude. We still draw lines in this country. Not just skin color.  Age.
Religion.  Education. Politics. Wealth. Attitude. We see people as "our kind"
or "the other kind." We see them as "trustworthy" or "a threat." We see them
as "want to be with" or "don't want to be with."
  And  as long as we do, we're still up in that tree house, listening for the
knock and waiting to pass judgment.
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