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Posted by
Arthegarn on Monday, October 29, 2001 - 04:40 AM PST
Last friday I didn't go to Madrid to the Goth clubs as usual. I just decided to stay in Torrejon, where I live, with a couple of goth friends of mine. It all went well, we stayed in a friend's bar until she closed, had some beers, then moved to another.
When we were coming out of this bar, at about 5:30 AM or so (yes, the nights are that long down here, XD), I saw three or four men harrassing a girl. She was trying to escape but one of them had a grip on her arm, grabbed her hair, threw her to the floor while yelling "you, bitch" and kicked her. His friends gathered around. Just five meters away, about 30 people waited in line to get into the bar I was going to, under the strict eye of the pub's gargantuan doorkeeper.
I didn't think. I walked to them and said something like, "Uh, guys, let's cool down a minute shall we? Let her go" in the most unthreatening way these words can be uttered. I am not Feral, I am not even half Feral. I am a godamned pacifist. I didn't even raise my hand to touch them (I had a book in it, anyway)
Next thing I knew someone had kicked me in the head and I was being beaten on the ground. I saw the girl run for it, at least she made it. I ended up in hospital, of course, from where I was released today. A concussion, a black eye, a broken nose, two dislocated ribs, and numerous bruises and contusions were the price to be paid for my "chivalrious" act. Not to mention my dearly beloved pocket watch and the suit I was wearing.
Well, I'm O.K. with that. Perhaps I asked for it and I shouldn't have poked my nose in. But the point is not this, the point is that nobody, NOBODY of the so called "normal" people around moved a finger to help, not me, but her. They were 30, and the doorkeeper is huge and according to Spanish law responsible for what happens to the pub's clients within 15 meters of it. It had the be the only so called "antisocial", "werid", "eeire" and so-on Goth around to intervene and try to do something (my friends were all girls, in case you wonder, and not of the Bettie_x or Callei type)
I don't know why am I so pissed off about that. I am a goth, proud to be a goth, and I should not be surprised at having to despise "others". But the fact is that I am infuriated that nobody tried to help at all. Not help me, I insist, I guess that was my fault and that you should not act like a knight gallant unless you are armed and armored as a knight (and on horseback), but her, who was obviously inocent and unable to defend herself... I don't care it's a she, it might have been a he and I would have been just as furious about the whole situation. How can people who call themselves "civilized", who look down at others as many Europeans do, and moreover Spanish ones, who are supposed to have this vein of Quixotism in us, not help the defenseless in that situation? How can they just pretend that it is not happening? My, they can close their eyes to the distant suffering of the hungry in Zaire, I can understand that (not approve, but understand). But when abuse and injustice happen just at your side, how can you stay hand in hand? Without even saying a fucking word? When you are about 8 to 1?
I just can't understand it. I'm really beginning to lose all faith in mankind. And that's what scares me most.
Arthegarn
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Re: Why are we the ones?
by Silvernyte on Oct 29, 2001 - 08:21 AM
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Ouch! I'm sorry it had to be you that was the strong one to intervene, but obviously no on else had balls enough to help. I applaud you for your gallant act! Take heart in knowing I think what you did was the right thing. Nobility, knight gallant, defense of the weaker, compassion or what ever you want to call it, is something that is hard to find any more. Any type of homosapien can be harmful to others, as you found out the hard way size doesn't mean that a human cares about what happens to others. Normal ones seem to be the worst. The males especially, but females are that way too. They are very cruel and heartless and seem to enjoy giving pain to others or sitting and watching it happen to others without helping, especially someone that is weaker or smaller than them. I have not seen evidence of a so called "civilized" society for a long time. They accuse us of being that way, but I see a lot more norms acting that way than darker creatures. I too have lost a lot of faith in mankind, but have to try and take solace in the fact that there are still creatures like you out there. Ones that will put themselves in harms way to help another even if they don't know them or don't like them. No one deserves that type of treatment even if they ask for it. At least not at those odds, those are cowards odd. Don't loose all your faith. She probably will always be grateful for what you did. Hopefully she learns a lesson (whatever that may be) from the experience.
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Re: Why are we the ones?
by Ironboots on Oct 29, 2001 - 01:55 PM
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Did any bystanders entervene when you were getting the snot beat out of you? That would be a double offense, on the norms' part.
Well, while you may not be proud to belong to the same species as them, you can be proud that you did something.
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a familiar story
by ickgirl on Oct 29, 2001 - 02:29 PM
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Here in Seattle whenever something is happening on in public people just pretend its not happening. I have been greatly harrassed on public transit more times than I can remember, and I've even pleaded with my eyes to get someone to help me, never has anyone given me a hand. I had to bodily remove someone from my seat and scamper away at one point.
One of the cruelest things I have ever seen, is footage from rioting that went on here during Mardi Gras this last year. A woman was being beaten in the crowd, a man stepped in to help her, and he was stomped - to death.
he was, I believe 19 years old.
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Re: Why are we the ones?
by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com)
on Oct 29, 2001 - 10:12 PM
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I remember that mardi gras footage. It was sick. 2000 people around, a woman in the middle of it being beaten, a courageous and good hearted young man being damned if he was going to let it happen gets beaten to death. He, one in 2000 people tried to stop a person from being hurt, and not one in 2000 stepped in to prevent his murder.
FOr all the peace and love hippy dippie flower power smelly activists and social revolutionists and "love your fucking neighbor" types that make themselves seen in this city, they sure don't have the backbone to do a damned thing when the shit hits the fan.
By the way, that woman on the bridge that tied up trafic for 4 hrs or whatever, I'm sorry, but you have to be a real attention whore to do something like that in rush hour traffic. If she wanted to die, she'd have done it where nobody could have saved her. ANd she wouldn't have called all her friends on her cell phone on the way to let them know what she was going to do. And she wouldnt' have tucked into a canon ball position to avoid certain death/injury when she hit the water.
Yeah, sounds cold, but if people want to die, really really don't want to be here anymore, they don't make a point to go out with an audience.
Anyway, I sooo applaud you on what you did. I'm sure that girl will always remember the stranger that got the shit kicked out of him to save someone he didn't know. I just wish more people had the balls to take matters into their own hands when someone's life is in danger. Someone should have stepped in (like the bouncer from the nearby club) before you had to, and if not then at least when YOU were getting the crap kicked out of you. Not a lot of people are willing to take a pounding for doing "what's right".
Cheers, pal. Chin up (when you can move your neck again, that is).
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Re: Why are we the ones?
by callei (plyn@plynlymon.com)
on Oct 30, 2001 - 11:30 AM
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Thank you. You may never hear it from the woman that you helped. The man that helped me in very similar circumstances never heard it from me. When he said run I did. I never saw him again, but I am here (alive) to say that i never saw him again. So I thank you. Thank you for saving her life, giving her hope, and putting so much value on her wellbeing. Thank you.
The ribs take the longest to heal. And hurt the longest too. Move carefully for a few weeks so that they have time to really heal. The sense of anger and betrayal and hatred for others can take awhile too ;)
You said that the girls with you aren't "of the Bettie_x or Callei type". This made me giggle. Im 5'3" (160cm) i weight next to nothing and look abit like a strong wind would snap me in half. And lots of people believe that small woman arent dangerous when cornered.
Lots of people are wrong of course and I would like to think that i would have stepped in with you, or at the very least a step behind you. although my first statement to man/men harrassing another woman these days is "is that your wife?". If it is, I jsut mock him from a distance or run for a security guard/police officer/teenaged boys. She will just get beaten worse if I were to interfere, or so i have been told.
Thank you again for your amazingly giving act to that unknwon woman. Thank you for the compliments of my bravery/stupidity as well.
Please take care of yourself and let all the bruises heal, and the bones mend. Then let your heart heal.
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Re: Why are we the ones?
by Sin_of_God on Aug 05, 2002 - 08:39 AM
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i remember once my ethic teacher back at the university told me about some experiments that were made in the early fifties. The idea behind them was to see how people would react under some circumstances, and the results where creepy for saying the least.
In one of them they got about a hundred people in the central square of a mall, then one guy started beating the living bigjobs out of a girl. Out of over one hundred people only eight walk there to try to help the girl.
Now for the funny bit.
When the guy trun and said "Sod off, she's my wife" SEVEN of that eight people back off, and only one still try to help her.
Faith in makind? Thanks but no thanks.
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