Suffered all kinds of betrayals in life. Fortunately only from one woman, who paid the price for her own stupidity, by her own hand. But had a lot of knives stuck firmly in my back while I have slept peacefully, all if not the majority related to jealousy, or personal fear eg not being man enough to confront the problem at source[principally me], even though I was not the problem, but the easiest scapegoat in town.
But desire for revenge, like jealousy is a most deadly and destructive desire, and always always reduces the holder of such emotions to a lower or lowest level. Having the feelings, or desire for retribution is normal, acting on them is a different thing, as what is considered appropriate justice depends on the pyschology of the indivdiduals and if like me, small lessons are insufficient to give proper satisfaction, creates the potential to draw you into serious things, which are not worth it, given the quality of people involved.
Sometimes fighting the desire to do, is the greatest discipline of all. Buddhist believe too many people, are locked into desire for action ,which interfers with the natural forces in life, designed to create balance. Self mastery is knowing the balance between necessary action and absolute stillness and non action; or limited action. Like all important things involves serious internal tussle and conflict.
A brother who I have known all my life, and did a whole heap of things for, more than he ever reciprocated, including coming to the rescue of his insecure sisters who want to involve themselves with every crazy ,or head case, as long as he look good, and look the part.
The brother did me some serious serious nastiness, which fortunately for his family I did not repay the way the devil in my heart told me to. Any type of betrayal is deeply upsetting to me; but of this nature, and from someone, where I have put myself in harms way for, on several occasions. There are certain things in life, which are both personal, and not personal. Insofar as regardless of what you feel about the issue, something has to be done about it. Just business, as they say.
I saw him coming down the high street with his son, and his little friend and saw my moment and just slpped into a shop. As he approached the required spot, I stepped out and spat straight into his face. This was not mere spittle, but African juju phelgmn which I conjured up from ancient Kemit ,through to Mozambique, via Nigeria, the Solomon islands by way of the Deep South, and back to the Caribbean and into his face. You can't buy mucus like that, even if you wanted to. Like a prehistoric Ostrich dropped an egg on his face. Yolk filled [excuse my grosseness]
My boy's face was covered, and I am sure some went into his mouth.
As predicted, he went crazy forgetting he is a married man [self employed businessman]with his son and his little friend; and started to attack me violently in the main road, on a busy high street in the heart of the comunity. I did not retaliate physically, which was not the objective. I simply grabbed him, in the middle of his locks firmly, so he was finished from there . Despite going crazy, and firing punches whatever, he must of wrenched out his arm sockets, trying to throw punches at a much more taller man;, who had him by his locks at arms length. At one point, I swung him by his locks almost picking him off the ground, and slamming him into some poor sister's car.
His young son, was screaming uncontrollably. When people heard the child, black men started to appear from everywhere. Not kids, but men our age ,who jumped on the brother; and one was going to beat him silly, due to his public behaviour on the road. Bookie shop, West Indian restaurant, music shop clear out. As grown black men from the area. We knew all of the brothers. He was babbling, trying to explain himself, but nobody wanted to know.
Some of the guys, including a couple of Rasta weedmen who are respected in the area, went to town on the brother, as a father and asked him what kind of example he was setting; and giving him the fix up lecuture and he could not respond because it wasn't that type of discussion,[big men are talking]; and he would have taken licks for true.
Nobody saw what I did to him. First, regardless of whatever position or responsibiities, I am an elder brother and fighthing in public, unless you attack my blood, or kin is a no no.
When I went home, I phoned the police and reported an assualt and they went and grabbed him in his yard, to his woman' further horror.
But here is where I almost died laughing. When the police
went back to the scene of the incident, the amount of people who came forward as witnesses, was one thing but two of the guys, were my man's people, who he had played football with for years. I wished I could say I had predicted this, but not so. Just pure gravy, with people coming forward. My brothers, and close people were dying with laughter, crying. Saying Fred you are terrible, to do the man like that. This guy was in a no win situation. The man you fear, would have walked home calmly with the kids and explored his options. Even then, there was no fear to be had, even if he had acted in that way.
A month, or two later, I saw him again and did exactly the same thing, exact same results. The police had had enough and wanted to prosecute. My man was shitting himself. The verbal stripping he must have taken from his woman, I don't want to imagine; and as any self respecting black man will know, never give your woman the chance to disrespect, because you will know about it; and women never forget.
Faced with the serious option of a being sentenced, in a criminal court, losing money, not being able to work etc his wife was reduced to literally begging my girl, which invovled demeaning her husband like a little child, to show leniency. Given for all intents and purposes his wife believed, I had not finished with him, only started. I have known his wife from school days. To make it worse my girl,[woman] knew my heart and head and how it works, put his wife through it; and told her given the issues in question, her husband should consider himself very lucky; and going to a court house, was light given the context.
But the thing that gives me satisfaction, was up to today, I could be in a crowd of a million, and my man sees me and he is missing. I have walked into rooms and he has just stopped what he was doing and just left; and when he cannot do that he is a nervous wreck, which is obvious for all to see. One of my 'bredrins', made a joke about my boy was developing a 'nervous twitch'; expecting some heavy weight phelgmn to descend on him at any moment, as he was getting 'para'.
I view this as one of my greatest mini battles, and gain much enjoyment and satisfaction from it. Spitting in any man's face on this planet, is a universal langague. Every thing is made clear in that instance. Once such action is carried out, it creates a constant sum game, somebody wins/loses with no way out. Somebody is going to get killed, or as close as possible, and my man knew this, as I did, as we speak the same cultural langauge. For women, its like the days of the old fashion duel.
I am not a curser or ranter or someone who gives away his power in acts of foolishness for public consumption. Nah. If shit is deep and really serious. Lets cut to the chase. Spitting in a man's face, is cutting right to the core of matters, not what is being purporting to be the issue.
Because we all know the rules and what is expected thereafter.
What also gave me satisfaction, is while I had spent good time, working and exploring options to teach this vermin a lesson, none to my satisfaction. I came up with a plan of action within about 20 seconds of seeing him coming down the road, and acted; and it worked like a charm. What I had lost sleep over for months, came to me like a flash from god. It's execution was perfect, because as well as I know myself, you never really know how you will respond in war, and the specific battle in question. If he had got lucky and hit me in my face, with a really good blow, I could have 'flipped' completely, then it could have been all over, I would have torn him limb from limb systematically and with extreme malice, and 'sexual satisfaction', and do heavy sentence and not even bother hiding, or attempting to reconstruct events for the official record; because it would not have been possible and simply get good brothers in trouble trying to cover pure foolishness...
But if as I believe if you respect basic forces/laws, and keep within them, you can use that juju to empower you and help an enemy to destroy themselves, or self implode. Just by going "BOO" to a fool, he will destroy himself.
My mother, always says, some things are best left to god, and she is correct. But my cousin back home says, you can't leave everything to god, because he has enough on his to do list. But like the old Buddhist influenced martial arts masters, use to teach simply by applying minimum force, or just inviting, or inducing natural power, you can unleash a torrent of destructive capacity.
I did very little in that instance, and had to restrain my natural instincts, but knew I was dealing with an inferior being,[worse still male] which caused his disgraceful actions in the first place. I simply decided to demonstrate this man's position amongst us, for all to see and for my private satisfaction. Simply publicly demonstrating his lack of consequence, was satistisfaction enough. And he could have been of no better assistance, to that end.
After he got arrested the second time, because only once simply would not do. His children must see police come and take their father a couple of times at least, until my belly can even start to feel any sense of being filled; I came home and got out my best music and blast down the place in celebration and dance. White men like to compare great vicotries with comments like 'it is better or as good as sex'. My view is, that depends who you are having sex with. But I do understand the sentiment. banana.gif
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