OK. Thinking about gorilla responses reminds me of a story I’ve told before but I’m going to tell it again.
When we first moved to town we rented the bottom floor of a huge, 3 story old house, about 4 blocks from the college. I had about 1500 sq feet on my floor.
The second floor was rented out to four football players from the college. I wound up being the de-facto house mother. They would literally wander into my apartment looking for food, someone to talk to, ask advice from. They never knocked. We were just family.
The only way to get to the 2nd floor apartment was from the back alley, up through the back yard, and up some rickety wooden steps. The first stop of those steps was my back deck. Then they took a left for about 5 steps, then a right, to the deck and door of the second floor. So I had a constant parade of college people through my back deck. It was all good.
One Saturday afternoon my son, Chris, who was about 8, and I were in the alley behind the house. I had an old, broken tube TV we were busting up with a baseball bat so it would fit in the trash cans. I glanced up the alley and just froze. Coming down the alley in one line, 4 abreast, shoulder to shoulder, were 4 really huge guys, obviously on a gorilla mission. Their line encompassed the whole width of the alley. They were football players too, and they were on a mission. It was not good and I had a feeling I knew where they were headed! Up to “my” guys second floor apartment.
I pressed back against the trash cans to let them pass, and I pushed Chris against the trash cans too, and held him there in a “seat belt” move.
At first I was kind of scared but the closer they got, there was something in one of their faces. They were staring straight ahead, being all tough and macho…but one of them had a twinkle, I swear, a twinkle in his eye and the corners of his mouth had turned up in the slightest of grins. He was enjoying my reaction, and felt a little embarrassed at the same time. I knew at that moment Chris and I were safe.
They passed, and sure enough, turned into our back yard and up those steps. As they passed through my back deck one of them picked up a bat belonging to my son, that was leaning against the wall by our back door, and continued up to the second floor with it.
Chris yelled “HEY! THAT’S MY BAT!!!” and started to go after them. My boy wasn’t even 4.5 feet tall, but he was going to take on that 6’4 football player who took his bat, and he was gonna WIN!
I held him back, saying, “Let’s just wait and see what happens next.” I wasn’t going to let him go charging into the middle of what could be a bad, bad fight.
As for me, I was feeling a little tigerish myself…those “thugs” were after one of “my” boys….but I wasn’t about to go charging into what could be a bad, bad fight either.
They were after Ed (I learned later, when I confronted Ed and said, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT???!!!” that it was some quarrel over a woman from a party the night before.)
There were some words exchanged, then the “thugs” headed back down the stairs with Chris’ bat, and my Chris broke free from from my grip and charged up the guy who had his bat!
Hands on hips, glaring up and up and up at the mountain of a man, Chris said, “THAT IS MY BAT!”
The Mountain Man grinned and said, “Here Little Man,” and handed his bat back.
As they passed by I said, “Hey..um, you guys have a number I could call in case I ever need help? Like GANG-911 or something?”
At that they all grinned and one said, “Just holler at Ed. He’ll know where to find us if you need us!”
In the end it was kind of funny, and makes me laugh to this day (Little Chris, “THAT’S MY BAT!!!” ) BUT it could have gone very, very bad had Ed, or any of his room mates or any of the “thugs” over reacted and turned full on gorilla.
Which is, I’m afraid, what happened between Trayvon and Zimmerman, and I have a feeling it may have been Trayvon.
He probably thought that backing down from a confrontation would show “weakness,” rather than wisdom, but he didn’t expect to be killed, any more than I expected my boy Ed to be killed. 17 year olds aren’t known for wisdom, any more than 8 year olds are. Zimmerman didn’t show wisdom either, and that just inexcusable for a 29 year old.