Monday, May 26, 2003
also, i forgot to tell that i stopped a guy from hitting a woman yesterday.
we came out of the tea room in the shady neighborhood and there were sounds coming from the park. the man was slight and very old and asian, and didn't speak english, and the woman was heavy and possibly impaired, chemically or mentally, and probably indigent. after i ran over to thepark, he was holding her by the neck as i tried to understand what was going on and then his open hand flew up and clapped her hard on the side of the head. before i could think i boomed "STOP THAT!" in this commanding voice while a friend called the police. and he stopped. he let her go and didn't hit her again.
i gave a statement to the police when they came, and they took him away to try to figure it out. the woman had taken a powder, and they sent out a car to try to find her.
it felt good to do the right thing, although i wonder how strong my voice would have been had the hitting man been younger, beefier, more aggressive or snarly or possibly armed. i wonder what i would have done then. i also wonder why, when i say "possibly armed," the mental image that pops into my head is of a black man. way to be fair and liberal, louella.
for another story about doing the right thing, go to helenjane.com and get your heartwarmed. it's a good idea, promise.
we came out of the tea room in the shady neighborhood and there were sounds coming from the park. the man was slight and very old and asian, and didn't speak english, and the woman was heavy and possibly impaired, chemically or mentally, and probably indigent. after i ran over to thepark, he was holding her by the neck as i tried to understand what was going on and then his open hand flew up and clapped her hard on the side of the head. before i could think i boomed "STOP THAT!" in this commanding voice while a friend called the police. and he stopped. he let her go and didn't hit her again.
i gave a statement to the police when they came, and they took him away to try to figure it out. the woman had taken a powder, and they sent out a car to try to find her.
it felt good to do the right thing, although i wonder how strong my voice would have been had the hitting man been younger, beefier, more aggressive or snarly or possibly armed. i wonder what i would have done then. i also wonder why, when i say "possibly armed," the mental image that pops into my head is of a black man. way to be fair and liberal, louella.
for another story about doing the right thing, go to helenjane.com and get your heartwarmed. it's a good idea, promise.
