RSA faces an uncertain future
1st November 2008


Hidden among the colossal news stories of the week is a snippet about the closure of the Lower Hutt RSA. Falling membership and financial strain have brought the club to its knees and, short of a miracle, it will fold. Gone. Kaput. The report says many other RSA clubs face a similar end.

At the Lower Hutt RSA the failure to attract new members is blamed on misunderstanding about the organisation. “People think we’re a bunch of old soldiers sitting around talking about the war, but I haven’t heard a war story in here for weeks,” said one member. But there can be no misunderstanding. Few organisations are more aptly named: the RSA is the Returned Services Association – a bunch of old soldiers. Perhaps the war stories have dwindled but its rationale remains the support of servicemen and women who have returned. Returned from what? From the battlefield; from what used to be called the ‘theatre of war.’

In which case the disappearance of RSA clubs should be something to celebrate, signifying as it does that we no longer participate in the large-scale acts of carnage that blighted or destroyed the lives of our young men and women in the past.

Did the founders of the RSA intend it to last forever? Were they so cynical? There is no doubt that the RSA is an icon of the ‘rugby, racing and beer’ generations, of weathered faces in smoke-filled rooms, of stern camaraderie and sober countenance. Some RSA clubs strive to break free of those images, to re-invent themselves for a new generation.

Lower Hutt’s neighbouring club, Porirua, recently ditched the military service requirement for members, throwing its doors open to the public. This has not gone down well with the old soldiers of Porirua and you have to wonder what the point is of having a Returned Servicemans’ Association open to everybody.

The Porirua plan appears to be the response of an organisation that has lost sight of itself. The economic imperatives driving the decision are the consequences of overly ambitious expansion. RSA clubrooms used to be just that; a room where members met, socialised and arranged small acts of charity. Over time many clubs expanded to include restaurants, bars and gaming parlours. They borrowed money to build bigger premises and it is the financial burden of these that now undermines the viability of the organisation as much as dwindling membership.

The Porirua RSA and others like it want to increase membership mainly to sustain their restaurants and bars, in which case they become no different than a hotel or working men’s club. Do the new members of the Porirua RSA participate in the other traditional roles of the club? Are they encouraged to march on ANZAC Day? Are they entitled to the benefits received by returned servicemen and women? Do they uphold the values of the club? Or is it just another watering hole?

This is one of those tiny stories that are compelling because they reveal a much bigger picture.

As a nation we are at a point of growth where, lizard-like, we are shaking off an old skin. Many of the structures that have served us well in the past will not be needed in the future. The RSA is just one of many organisations that struggle at this time. Churches, service clubs and voluntary groups all confront their relevance in the new society. Many respond by rebranding themselves: the WDFF becomes Rural Women, churches embrace rock music and Girl Guides transform into action figures.

Ultimately the continuance of organisations like the RSA depends not on branding but on a genuine need for their services. Painful though it may be to some, the RSA may disappear, or its name continue as a meaningless acronym on a chain of neighbourhood eateries. Like the Temperance Unions of the early 20th century it may eventually fall victim not to progress but simply to evolution.