Lemme tell you a little story about how I was welcoming students to the studio. I saw a car pull in a parking spot and seconds later a big truck hauling portable toilets sped in and screeched to a halt. The potty truck driver jumped out and rushed over to the car and started yelling at the driver through a quarter cracked window (don’t ever lower your window to engage with your attacker, dumbass). I watched first to see if a few profanities would satisfy potty truck and he’d be on his way, but when I saw him continue to yell and gesticulate, I decided to intercede. Now, let me tell you there were no less than 3 grown men and 2 women right there on the premises witnessing this whole scene. Did anyone even twitch a muscle to go out and deescalate the situation? Everyone just stood around jaw agape as I marched outside and assertively yelled to hysterical potty driver “Sir, is there a problem? Sir, this is private property. Do I need to call the police?” Then I loudly ordered the others to take photos and write the phone number and company name off his truck. Defeated, potty truck retreated, and I pulled the shaken student (a six foot tall middle aged white dude) into the studio.
After everything calmed down, the women were all, “You’re badass” blah blah. I’m not badass, and I’m not bragging. This type shit will surely get me shot one day, but I’m no weak ass bitch. I can’t stand the sight of injustice, violence, or bullying and I won’t standby idly. The three guys standing around silently, they are cowards. They know it. I know it. It was plain as pie today.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.