At the time, was living in an apartment with girlfriend. Late in the evening, heard one heck of a ruckus from what seemed down in the parking lot (we were 2nd floor). We looked out....saw this car up on the main street between two medians....quite the quarrel going on. He was getting physical (obviously two blacks). I wasn’t going to let that pass. I walked down.....approached the car. Remember, this was the dead of night. I approached the driver side of the car and inquired of the young black lady (who was in the driver’s seat) if she was ok. That is all I wanted to know, period.....not looking for a fight.
Let’s just say home boy called me everything but white from the passenger seat....started to get out of the car to “kick my white ass”....and his girlfriend had the presence of mind to gun the car and pull him back in as she sped away to avoid what she knew was going to get ugly. I wasn’t packing......then; my girlfriend was. Know that what brought me out wasn’t the noise of her/him alone....he was getting physical. I don’t stand by and let that happen, no matter what.
Four cop cars arrived (girlfriend called 911). I told them what happened. They thanked me, scattered to the four winds to find this black a**hole quicker than you can say “...fresh batch of Dunkin’ Donuts on the shelf!”. God bless ‘em.
Got my ass chewed by girlfriend afterward. She knew she would cover my six, with a Glock 23 .40 cal....and was on her way when they sped off.
Emotions run high in lover’s quarrels, so you always have to be very, very careful. I just wanted to ensure the young lady was ok......that’s all. No hero, etc......but no Kitty Genovese in my neighborhood.
Took in a woman looking for a place to stay, once. I was married at the time, decades ago. The boyfriend showed up, used a nasty tool to flatten two tires on her car. I had a .357 and decided that if he forced his way in, I would shoot him.
My wife and I knew them both. Later, I was told that one reason he did not come in was that he knew I had at least one gun, and some training. (I was assigned game warden duties as an extra duty at the time. We supplied our own guns.)
Later on, they made up and married. I said good riddance to both.
40 some odd years ago (in a bar) I overpowered some feller who was slapping his girl around and while in this process, the girl hits me over the head with a beer mug. Go figure.
Sounds like a keeper. Sounds like you didn’t.
Can you tell us?
DH would have done the exact same thing — Southern Gentlemen from South Carolina - we have a 21-year old daughter and that’s what he would have seen, someone’s daughter.
BUT, we walk with a pit bull/police dog mix and DH is ALWAYS armed.
Women who go with a-holes like this usually know what is coming.
Most times a violent argument is not the first they hjave had, If she goes back for more after the first time I say Shame on her. She is on her own.
What you did was right. And more people should do likewise