A fight between grasshoppers is a joy to the crow. ~ Lesotho proverb
The word heard on many recorded street fights these days. I recently watched a fight on my Facebook newsfeed of two young ladies fighting to an extremely sociopathic end. In the fight, two dark skinned ladies squared off in a lawn, next to a driveway, with a crowd around them. Everyone encouraged the fight. In the beginning, the smaller of the two got the best of the bigger of the two.
When the bigger one went down, she was blinded by the smaller lady’s assault on her face. What happened to old fashioned girl fights where a little hair pulling and scratching and a little involuntary strip tease would occur? These days, it seems like women have learned from the saturation of brutal mixed martial arts (the old UFC, not the new one) to be desensitized to rampage.
At some point in the fight, the bigger of the two gets the upper hand. This is where the fight turned for the worse. The bigger lady was able to escape the onslaught of punches and kicks and rise to her feet (1-point escape) by digging her finger nails into her smaller opponent’s eye sockets. She presses the smaller against a car in the driveway. The smaller, now blinded, is unable to defend herself. “Uh oh,” I thought.
The bigger lady lands a 20 hit combo that drops the smaller underneath another parked car. She mounts, and continues her fury. The smaller is now unconscious. The bigger continues to punch. The bigger continues to kick. Bystanders question why no one will step in to stop it. No one is on anyone’s side. You can hear the cameraman say, “I’m not breaking up a girl fight” and continues to shoot.
The bigger kicks her lifeless body over and over in the back of the head, in the face, in the ribs. At this point, the smaller is completely still. She doesn’t stop kicking and punching. The smaller lady’s body only moves when shook by another blow. Someone else says to break it up. Another says, “you didn’t stop the other girl when she was winning.” Wow. Someone is literally dying in front of them, and they aren’t the least bit concerned of her safety. Someone else yells, “she is pregnant!” Seriously? What type of friends are these?
Eventually, the violence ceases, when an older woman comes out of her house and witnesses the carnage and the body at rest underneath a car, not moving. She repeatedly screams, “That’s enough!” It took an older person of reason to stop the violence. The camera continues to roll. There are no signs of an ambulance, a police officer, or a good Samaritan. The smaller lies there. Most likely, she is suffering major internal bleeding, brain damage, broken ribs, missing teeth, and a concussion. Her lungs could possibly be filling with blood. Her brain slowing down. Her heartbeat growing tired of circulating adrenaline through her body. Shock. The footage stops. Who knows what happened to either of the women. One probably went to prison. The other undoubtedly ended up in the hospital (hopefully not the morgue).
This fight is a microcosm of what escalates in neighborhoods all over the United States. Most of this brutality is caused by social media beefs that spill over into reality. Pride + different + subject that is unprovable = CONFLICT. Unlike in a UFC match, a street fight usually stops when a stranger is brave enough to step in. We all should learn to be brave. Our youth need us and we need them to become the next leaders of society. Their warrior spirits can be used for the greater good and not for the lesser evil.
How do we stop violence? Why is it popular to aim a camera at young warriors filled with self-hatred and misguidance? What is this sick fascination we have with watching violence? How do we reverse this bloodthirsty culture?