reply to post by Sianara
Would appreciate your thoughts on this and hope that there are true gentlemen out there who would stand up for a lady in trouble.
Very interesting topic, as I have real life experience to share. This happened in a small S. Texas town, pop around 17000, 1978.
When I was 17 yrs. old, I was a varsity defensive lineman weighing in at 225# 6'3". I and about half of the starting lineup were gathered after a
Friday night football game, sitting on our vehicles across the street from a convenience store. I noticed a skirmish between a couple going on at the
gas pumps, and a very pretty blond walking rapidly away down the street. I had seen her before, and I thought I would offer her a ride if the guy took
off. Instead, the hairy-hippy guy, a member of a road crew conducting oil-field measurements (doodlebugger), ran after her when she was around 30
He ran up behind her, grabbed her hair from behind, and pulled her to the ground. He then proceeded to beat her with closed fist, on the pavement. I
jumped up and ran across the street, yelling at the guy to get up, by the time he did he had pulled a Buck Folding Hunter lock blade knife. He had it
hidden behind his palm, with only about 1/3" of the blade extending past his middle finger. I barely saw it glinting from the streetlights. I yelled
at him to drop it, and he came running at me, swinging the knife.
At that time, I had no knowledge of how to defend against knife attack, so I turned around and made a 40 yd dash to the other side of the street. To
my surprise, all of my teammates were hiding behind their vehicles. During my short run, the attacker quit chasing me, and ran back over to his truck
at the pumps. He pulled out a long barreled revolver, causing everyone to jump behind the vehicles again.
One of my friends, not on the team, pulled out his own snubnose .38 from his truck. He rested it on the side of his truck bed and took aim at the
hippy, saying "Don't worry I got him.". The hippy seemed to come to his senses a little, and went back to his truck to put the revolver away. He
then came back across the street, brandishing the knife, and heading toward our linebacker who looked somewhat like me. I jumped out and said "hey
it's me you want", and right after that two police cars pulled up to the guy, he dropped his knife in the street, and put his hands behind his head.
They arrested him and took him away.
Meanwhile a couple of local girls were attending to the blond "victim". The cops had asked her to file charges, (and myself). After the guy was
arrested, she said she did not want to file charges
. She just wanted to go back to the motel where the rest of the doodlebugger crew was
staying. When the local girls came back after dropping her off, they told me that the other guys there threatened my life if I filed assault w/ deadly
weapon charges as the police had asked me to do.
I went to the police station anyway, saying I wanted to file on this guy. The sargeant on duty told me to just go home and go to
I was so disillusioned, I can't describe that feeeling.
My teammates were pu$$!es. The girl was getting beaten, but she did not file. The cops had the knife and him standing in the street wielding it, and a
gun in his truck. I was willing to risk my life to file charges,but the cops didn't want to hear it.
Again, in 1981, in Laredo TX, a guy was slapping/beating his girl around in the parking lot of a dance club. My friend who considered himself a
semi-pro boxer, rolled up his sleeves and proceeded to take the slapper apart. However, the girl being beaten jumped on his back and started screaming
for the police. The security guards arrested him, and the cops took him away. I don't know what happened to him after that.
I don't know of anyone who got involved in a relationship abuse scenario who came out for the better. Real heroes are for war, and they're mostly