God was really with me.
*Jacking by the way is a term for being robbed, beat up etc.*
I never thought that could happen to me.
I usually take a walk at night time to settle my thoughts before I write. I walk with headphones, I carry a small notepad in my pocket, walk with a blade in my pocket along with my dog King. I do not like to ride when I am thinking before writing.
For some reason I chose to leave King at the house and I walked up to the local gas station where locals hangout to shoot the breeze for a little bit, talk about the SuperBowl etc..
I left the store blasting my headset. Using peripheral vision I saw 3 guys walking all dressed in black down the road on my right side.
All kinds of alarms like a 6th sense went off in my head and I said to myself, "Lord" please protect me.
From growing up part of my life in the streets, I knew to remain calm, walk like I was not worried and use my senses to try and get a bearing on how close the 3 guys were.
Upon asking "God" to protect me, I saw a car coming down the road and I hoped it was the police, they are never around when You need one and I had just left a police officer at the store who is a frat brother.
The car passed by and alarms further went off in my head. After a few more minutes of walking something told me to slow down and stop. I was in a lit area, I decided to walk out by the road instead of along the dark side walk by houses as I passed them by.
I turned around and they were right upon me.
I noticed one of them had a stick in their hands and I could not tell if any other weapons were on them. I had my hand in my pocket, please believe me when I say I did not want to have to use my ridged Army blade that has a handle that sticks to my right side pocket given to me by my brother-n-law because he knows I walk at nights as part of my usual ritual before I walk. I had learned how to use a bayonet I the military, knew where to strike etc.
Past instincts kicked in and I was on automatic/cruise control. I learned a long time ago to take the fight to them instead of let it come to you or run from it.... Even though years have past it was still as there as King David told his Son Solomon out of instincts from years ago, something like out of the Godfather movie series. Fear was gone, now aggression, confidence, cockiness, with psychology mixed in. I knew by instinct what they were up to and by experience had been taught to always get one of them. I know there are guys and ladies here that know where I come from.
God protects and teaches and covers, common sense is also given. Feel I'm wrong? Where was God when David was fending off Lions and bears? He was right there with David so when David faced Goliath, instincts kicked in and the scripture states David moved towards Goliath not backed up. Deep... That thought just hit me... Punch a bully in the mouth, by various means i.e. God, truth, word, intellectualism, brawn if need be or any kind of challenge and what do they do? Of course...
This is what I know.
By the way, please remember I have much to learn as well and am still in my 30's. I write what I think and how I really feel, all those others who lie are the ones that deceive and mess people around and up.
I watched a show last night a black forum that talked of how Malcolm X and M.L.K. grew as people. I have stated before I fire back when fired upon, James and John the Disciples and plenty of others Biblically did that, I say this is what is wrong with todays world, too many puppets and weak folk, like ketting one white female take prayer totally out of school but over 90% of people call themselves...
Anyway... We can have prayer put back in school as we the people kept Christ in Christmas... Not all people of course, but enough that it spoils enough.
By the way if You notice Men of faith like Jephthah, they were rash and brash because they had to be but did not moderate that with the females, ladies etc. in their lives (Read Judges 11:12:7). As Adam they needed blending. Remember scriptures are used for us today to learn from the past...
There are a lot of males that would have ran and if they had significant others with them.... And then there are a few... Lets just say, I don't want to mix it up with them.
Fairly whose to say the person that runs or myself that stays is right or wrong. Whose common sense is correct? I did what I knew and felt was best.
Instinct from the streets had kicked in and I was not scared at the time, I was using psychology to try to intimidate and it caught them off guard. I walked up to the tallest guy dressed in black with a hood on his head and stated in a friendly conversational way, "Waddup dawg"? I grabbed his hand. I was thinking the whole time and remembering the past when I had to fight on my own by myself. I wanted to be close to who I assumed was the ringleader and in case I got jumped I was close enough to do him and close enough incase one of them had a gun.
To my relief I knew one of the guys. Come to find out they were a roving band of teenagers. They have so called gangs around here and I have seen the graffiti while walking my dog in a few weeks past.
I said whats up man, and nervously the kid said yo and then I said how is Doochie?
It was coincidental that the kid who I knew named Chris was the kid I befriended several years earlier.
I was at a birthday party and this white due named Joey became drunk and beligerant. Hey was about 20 years old and Chris was 15. I have talked about a partner of mine named Corey who is older but has a temper that I told off about needing to take care of his wiife and kids, needless to say we are real cool.
Anyway this white dude Joey started wanting to fight the male teenagers and was rying to make passes at the young girls in the neighborhood. I told Corey this due is racist, that Corey could not carry himself that way on his side of town etc.etc.etc.
Anyway the white dude Joey chased Chris into the road and tried to hit him up side the head with a beer quart bottle, I grabbed the quart bottle away from Joey...
Also I have wrote a blog about Doochie a 19 yar old guy that I beat in basketball that wanted to go somewhere in life, after I beat him, he joined the Navy and coincidentally called over to his folks house a couple of weekends ago. I asked Chris about his cousin Doochie and he told me Doochie had called a while back in which I knew that. Again I was using psychology.
I make it a point if someone asks me for a quarter I give it to them, I found a pack of Newports on the ground and gave them away to some guys. Also most know me in the neighborhood as they say, Good People/Folk". I have had some tell me that they look out for me, pass the word around that I am cool etc.
And I have asked no one to do that for me.
One of the teenagers with Chris dropped the stick and moved away, the stick meant to hit me in the back of the head with. I was walking with a sport leather half jacket on and did have on jewelry. I also had on Dockers etc.
I should have dressed down but I had kept on the same clothes I had on from earlier.
I know most of the people in the neighborhood, many look out for me and I have counseled quite a few of their friends and relatives.
As I walked the other way and got home, I brought my dog King out of the porch, it began to rain and I thanked God for the Blessing. I have mentioned that I view rain as Blessings from the Lord. King leaned against me sitting as he usually does and I told King that God had looked out for his Daddy.
I wanted to talk to Chris and I plan to. Chris is 17, has dropped out of school and has no support. I knew Chris was already stealing from several years ago stealing candy to give to his peers. He has moved up...
My thoughts? I thought about me at his age stealing food from stores, clothes etc. to use. I was stealing in Michigan City, Ind having been forced to join a loose knit group of guys headed by Victor. I was taught how to steal car speakers out of the back seat of cars while they got the stereo systems out of the front. I had been beat up badly in an alley way at 16, had been in several foster homes that were very unpleasant.
The 1st was a lady named Rose who was very friendly to me that made me very uncomfortable and so I always stayed away. I challenged her because of this beautiful baby girl named Karemia who Rose would let this drunk old man with a limp, take that bay girl to bars to show her off and whatever. The 2nd I was living in a shabby cold, basement with no lights. Kix (I hate kix cereal to this day!)cereal with water and sphagetti with hot dogs mixed in were the usual meal for me, you see there is a heirchy in those places and the kids that had been there the longest got preferential treatment. This is what I had known. We would sometimes wait for McDonalds to throw food in the dumpster because the food was still considered fresh and good enough to eat. I was also carrying around a coffee can that I took the paper off and used to collect donations for a fake youth organization.
I did what I had to do to survive. We stole from the white side of town and never jumped anyone. Just being real and honest.
Things are different today, and I was just talking with some guys earlier in the day about people that know you in the same neighborhood are robbing people they know in the same neighborhood.
I had also been forewarned by an older lady I knew about walking by myself at nights.
A incident the other month happened when I was walking across the railroad tracks and was held up because of the train and a car pulled up beside me. Again I was calm, played my music loud and had my hand in my right pocket waiting for someone to get out of that drivers side door to slam the door up on them. Whoever was in the car, they never got out, backed up and drove away, again I was praying in my head.
Yes crime is everywhere but still there are areas here where the community really watches out for one another.
I sat on the porch and felt sorry for the kid and did not wish being jacked, on anybody else since they left me alone. I knew they were looking for a victim.
I had a guy on my case load that had been beaten to within an inch of his life, the only thing that saved him was that he was knocked out and the kids thought he was dead, they jumped him in front of his wife outside the HuddleHouse restaurant. His eye socket broken, jaw broken, face swole etc. he had extensive damage. That same night a senior citizen black man was beat to death right in the street. I knew a kid from Church that was part of that gang but he was always respectful to me...
Anyway the thoughts that were in my head were one of relief, I felt a chill, shivvered and felt scared afterwards and I thought about we as adults need to get off out butts and do more for these kids and come down on their sorry behind parents that are letting their kids go, giving their kids to the devil etc.
I fault the parents, adults etc. and I don't give them any excuse, the kids when they act out sure don't get any......
Posted By: WILLIAM W. HEMMANS III
Tuesday, February 7th 2006 at 2:38PM
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