[quote=“Jack_Hectormann, post:10, topic:36521”]
Tiny, how do ya like this?:
"…Once upon a time, we were a warrior race, honor-bound to stand and fight.
In the Gaelic clans of old, ‘brother fought beside brother, father by son, so that each might witness the other’s courage and valour and find example in them.’
Boys knew this was part of their destiny from childhood on–they had an instinct for it, and it was expected of them.
Now we try to feminize our boys, weaken them, even emasculate them…
The fights (back in the 40’s) only got better in junior high and high school. Little was done to stop these fights. They occurred between two willing scrappers with-out weapons.
Most fathers approved. Most mothers remained silent.
There were exceptions of course, perhaps foreshadowing the attitude of many parents today.
I remember some guy in junior high telling us, ‘My father told me it takes more of a man to walk away from a fight than to fight.’
Everyone of us who had been in fights knew that was consummate bull dooky. We also knew that the kid’s old man must be a coward…"
__Roger D. McGrath
(Corresponding editor, Chronicles magazine
That quote is the first paragraph of an old piece I wrote way back on 4/30/2009 titled:
[/quote]Well stated. Jack.
However, being a trained fighter, I do walk away. Never from a bully, but there are times when walking away, does take more courage.
I was working at Icabods, in Long Beach, Ca. I had back door detail. No one allowed in, but it was used as an exit. We kept the door open for ventilation purposes.
One night, a kid came to the back door. I told him to go around to the front. He argued that he was only there to get his sister. He said she was pregnant, and was having trouble. I sympathized with him, but explained that he would still need to go around to the front. He became increasingly agitated. He punched me, in the face.
I could have dropped him like a bad habit, or held him up by his neck, and let him wiggle himself to death, but something inside told me not to.
I said, "Do you feel better, now?"
He replied, “Yeah. Now let me in.”
“Nope. You still have to enter in front.” I closed the door, laughing, and made my rounds. Who do I see coming from the front?
“Hey”, he yelled. “What were you laughing at? I go upside your head, and you just laugh at me.”
"My kids and my nieces and nephews all hit me , from time to time, but I don’t hit children. Assuming that that punch would hurt me, struck me as funny."
He was distraught, first that his sister was drinking while pregnant, and additionally, that she called him to come and bail her out of trouble. He wasn’t a bully, just a concerned brother, frustrated by the behavior of his sister.
So, there is a time to fight, a time to stand your ground, and a time to walk away. The trick is, knowing which is which.