Agent 27 (witherwings7) wrote,
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Sometimes I forget how sheltered I really am, even though I know what goes on in the world


So on the way home from therapy mom and I went to Ralphs to shop for the holidays (Jewish New Year, etc etc).
As we were getting out of the elevator a big black guy (not being racist at all here folks) barrels out of the store. I mean huge, maybe 350 pounds of mostly muscle and very tall. A bunch of Ralphs employees are chasing him and try to restrain him and he attacks the smallest employee and starts beating him, hitting him in the head. The guy goes down and smashes his head on the concrete..he's still conscience thankfully. The other guys get him off and one guy gets the thing out of his shirt, a bottle of wine which crashes to the ground, it's red wine.

I am freaking out, completely freaking out. I'm very close to running into the elevator and getting back into the car and I do run to the elevator but mom is standing there calling the cops, she's six feet away from it and calling the cops (which were already called). I don't think I'm a coward for wanting to run from that because the employee was being helped and I couldn't do a damn thing to help, plus I was freaking out to the point of tears but running to the car when mom is being stupid and standing right there would be cowardly. So I keep whispering really loudly for her to just either get into the store or to get to me, she ignores me. Two seconds later, after giving that poor man a few more punches, that guy runs for the stairs that lead to the sidewalk (pavement for my British friends).

I understand wanting to stop a guy from stealing from your store but it was $20 worth of wine and he didn't start to beat that guy until a minute after the struggle. These employees were all half his size and I still think with even all their combined strength he could have kicked all their arses, it wasn't worth it. The store has insurance on things like that. He did make off with another bottle of booze though.
So mom goes in to shop (the security guard was standing two feet away calling the cops, didn't do anything to help by the way). I'm still freaking out, I'm shaking and near tears. Mom is yelling at me to calm down, yelling this at me, like it will help me. She goes "So walk home then!" The store is walking distance but I couldn't walk home the way I was...plus the knowledge that the guy headed in that direction and could be close by would make me freak out even more. So I pushed the cart sharking and trying to take deep even breaths. She goes "Do you want any Dr. Pepper?" and I tell her that I don't care in a very soft voice, it seems I'm too drained to really talk in my normal tone (which isn't that soft as Monsie can tell you). Mom tells me to "get over it" and that I'm "making a big deal out of it".

Well by the time I get to produce about twenty minutes later I'm more calm and talking more normal and mom goes "that poor guy, I wonder if they had to take him to the ER". Okay that's not helping mom! I tell her not to bring it up to which she says "oh calm down already!" I tell her (by this time I am crying a little) that I was calm but her bringing it up does not help! So yeah, it brought back the sounds of the shattering wine bottle and I'm not calm anymore so I'm shaking again and just pushing the cart after her and she's talking about what fruit to buy. I ask her to get grapefruit and she goes "you never eat it!" (I do) so I go "fine, don't bother then". She raises her fist to me and goes "I can't take this from you, just leave me alone!". She does that whenever she gets fed up with me when we're doing errands and yeah, that didn't help, her raising a fist to me. I just push the cart and shut up the rest of the trip, she still thinks I overreacted. I don't know, maybe I did but I've never seen that before. I'm sheltered okay? I feel lucky about that, I've never seen a guy get beaten. I've seen it on the news and I've seen school yard fights but this is different. This was Mike Tyson beating up Michael Jackson! I'm very sensitive, I'll watch violent movies, play violent games, and talk about taking a chainsaw to my computer (or brother) but I can't handle that! What if he decided to head in my direction? There were stairs near me too, he headed near the far stairs but there were stairs right next to the elevator. I actually live in a really good area of Los Angeles but I know that means squat and I knew I would see something like that eventually, it's a fools dream to not live in a city like LA and never see violence but it was terrible and then having your mom berate you for having a really bad reaction doesn't help. I probably could have calmed down easier if she were more supportive.
My last hour in a nutshell. Hey, it could have been worse, I could have been shopping with my brother.
Tags: humanity, los angeles, rants, violence
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