i've intervened in domestic dispute once, and i'll never do it again.
back in January, i was walking out of the K-mart in Moosic, PA. i needed a new pair of shoes, since my dog thought my old ones looked better chewed up to look like a pile of crap. i walked around 'til i found a pair i could afford, then got some socks, paid, and left.
on my way to my van, i heard some yelling, and some pleading, and a baby crying. i got to my van, and further ahead, there was a young couple, standing by their car. the noise was coming from them. i watched for a moment as the man, or boy, pulled on the arm of the young woman, hard. he looked like he was trying to pull her to the ground, or slam her into the car door. in her free arm, she held a baby, no older than a year old. "baby, please! stop, baby!"
"what did i say? get over here!" he pulled her again, then grabbed a handful of her hair.
"baby, please! you hurtin' me!" she held on to the baby, who was now screaming. i dropped my things, walked around my van so i was in full view, and yelled, "yo! yo!"
the boy stopped, and looked at me, almost confused. "what the hell are you doing," i yelled.
"yo, mind your business, man!"
"what are you doing?" i repeated. i got my phone ready to dial 911.
"yo, you deaf, m*********? i said mind your business, dude."
"you wanna beat on your girl? go ahead. but she's holding a baby; now, it's my business." i started to dial 911.
"the hell you doin'? why don't you leave, n****?"
"i'm calling 911."
"you better put that phone down, man," he said, as he started to walk towards me.
"get back. i'm not playin'; it's ringing, so get back."
"whatchoo gonna do? you wanna get blasted?" he put his hand behind his back, which is typical of thugs who have nothing, really.
"are you retarded? get the hell back," i said, this time opening my coat. i was carrying a 1911, which he saw. he froze.
"..."
over the sound of the woman crying, and the baby crying, i could hear the 911 operator. "911, what is your emergency? 911, what is your emergency?"
i brought the phone to my ear, while watching him. "yes, i'd like to report an assault i witnessed..."
"da hell with this," the boy hissed. he ran to his car, and yelled for her to follow. she did so, jumping into the driver's side. i watched her fumble for her keys, then peel away.
unbelievable.
the Moosic police were there in under 5 minutes. "you the guy that called?"
"yup. you just missed them."
i told the officer what happened, including pulling my coat away to expose my gun. "did you have to draw down on him?"
"no, thankfully."
"that's good. at least he wasn't stupid."
in retrospect, i should have just thrown my shoes and socks into the van, and left. yeah, i stopped that girl from getting beaten, but all i did was delay it. they're gonna get home, and he's gonna blame her for what happened, and beat her some more. he humiliates her in public, put her baby in harm's way, and she helps him to run away. this is why i try not to leave my house. how much do you wanna bet she'd lie, and say i pulled a gun on her poor, defenseless boyfriend?
it made me think of another experience i had, about 11 years ago. i was out with my girlfriend, and we stopped at a Turkey Hill to pick up some junk food, and cigarettes. there was this woman outside, with no shoes on, crying on a pay phone. she had a black eye. scratch that, she had a destroyed eye. my girlfriend approached her, to see if she needed help. she eventually told us what happened, and we offered to take her to a shelter in town. it took us 15 minutes of persuading her, with the promise we wouldn't call the police. she relented, and we took her to the shelter. i told her if she wanted to repay us, she wouldn't go back to the man that did it.
i saw her in the paper 3 months later, beaten to death by her boyfriend.
i'm now resolved to not get involved in situations like again, unless i think someone's about to get killed. otherwise, it's just not worth getting involved. i'm sorry if that makes me seem callous.
actually, i'm not sorry. i could care less how it makes me seem. i don't walk around armed to be a hero, i do it to defend myself and my loved ones. that hero stuff is stupid.