- submitted by M. Albright on 05/21/2008
Segregated Singles, Anyone? Tennis in a Time Warp
By Margie Albright
It's tennis season on that strange planet called Suburbia. Actually, tennis season is year-round these days. In winter, if you live in the North and you have the stomach for prolonged cat-fighting - it's a 33-week season -- you join an indoor league. I don't have the stomach for that, so in the winter I play paddle, formally known as platform tennis, which is marginally less vicious, if only because the season is half as long. But that's a whole other story.
So here it is, spring, and private clubs everywhere have spiffed up their Har-Tru tennis courts (or their authentic red clay courts if they're the Real Deal), and their members have donned their whites -- because many seasonal tennis clubs, unlike the year-round indoor courts, require whites, in a nod to a classier past -- and rushed out to celebrate. It's a pretty scene, right out of Currier and Ives, summer version.
Ah, yes. America...such a melting pot. The Gentiles are perfecting their ground strokes at the G Club, the Jews are volleying at the J Club, and the Asians and blacks are burning up the public courts.
What, you say? This is 2008. Cannot be. That's not the America I know.
Wrong! It might be 2008 in the workplace, and maybe even, kind of, mostly -- okay, sort of -- in the real estate market, but it sure ain't at the country clubs. It's 1958! At least in my tony New Jersey burb.
Okay, there is one club in my town that's a tad more up-to-date. Back in the day, it was the genteel Catholic club, versus the WASP club up the street. But during a financial crisis about 20 years ago, the doors opened to Jews, and the club now counts Asians and a black person or two among its members, too. Of course, the Old Guard has pretty much fled for "cleaner" pastures. Good riddance.
The WASP club up the street is an amazing anachronism. Lily white. Perfectly Gentile. In its defense, it does permit Catholics now. Had to. After all, there are almost fewer Episcopalians in the U.S. than Jews. At some point the elders conceded they had to pull from a wider pool to survive -- within limits.
If you think G Club's members are mostly Stone Age senior citizens, you'd be wrong. A large contingent of thirty- and forty-somethings are happily ponying up the initiation fee and dues. Some of them are my friends -- not my close friends, mind you. My suburban "friends." Sometimes I didn't know they were members there. They seem so normal. When I found out, it put me in an awkward spot. Drop them on principle? Tell my children not play with theirs? Sometimes they invite my kids to play tennis there. Dilemma!
A few years back, one well-heeled Japanese neighbor of mine, who is married to a card-carrying WASP, gently inquired of one of her friends who belongs to G Club about membership. She was told by her "friend" not to bother.
The membership process at these clubs is interesting. At one of the other clubs in the area, which, legend has it, does boast a Jewish member, photos of the applicants are posted in the clubhouse for a set period, during which current club members may blackball them. Photos. Seems odd, doesn't it?
At this particular club, the husband in a member couple is considered the member and gets the golf privileges before the wife is allowed. This male preference isn't unusual. Even at the more liberal club, the husband's name is listed first in the membership directory and placed first on all communications. Calling John Cheever!! A gay male couple has recently been granted membership -- making history! -- so whose name will go where could present a novel conundrum.
Serve'em up!
Margie Albright is the pseudonym of a New Jersey-based writer....read more rants