Having said that, how in the name of God could so many people stand by and watch this man be killed? Isn't prevention much more effective than cure?
The article states that the area was a popular gay section of London, which indicates that the "witnesses" were at the very least gay friendly, if not gay themselves. Couldn't a crowd of 10-12 people stop an attack by 3 people? How could someone stand by and watch such a horrific occurence?
This brings back memories of something I may have never shared publicly before, but I'll never forget.
In November 1989, I was in a mid sized southern city. I was still "in the lifestyle" but not so open about it due to my circumstances. One Friday night as I was on my way home from a local gay club located downtown in this city, I heard the sounds of a fight, perhaps one sided. I was walking to my car which I parked several blocks from the club, again due to my circumstances. The sounds were coming from behind the wall of a motel two blocks from the club.
I slowed down after I heard a man's voice crying out in pain. And I heard other voices which sounded angry. And I heard thuds. Though I didn't quite know what was going on behind the wall, I knew somebody was in trouble. I didn't want to be no hero. After all, I was alone. But I couldn't keep walking either.
I sucked in my breath and lifted myself up and onto the six foot high wall. Although it was dark, I could see about four men kicking and punching another man who lay on the ground almost in a fetal position.
"Hey!", I yelled at them, "What are you doing?"
By some miracle, they all stopped and looked at me. Everyone --including the man on the ground-- was white. I was black.
I walked up to them, my heart pumping madly, trying to look tough. "What in the hell are you doing to him?", I demanded.
One of the guys said, "This faggot kept following us and asking us for sex. He wouldn't leave us alone."
"Oh, so you gotta kill the man because of that?"
"We just want him to leave us alone" They all nodded and uh-hunned.
I guess God have really given me strength, because they seemed to respect me. I noticed their hairstyles and knew that they too were in the military. I decided to "pull rank" on them.
"Where's your ID and what unit are you in?, I demanded again.
The one closet to me, pulled his out and the date proved he was a newbie. "I ought to call your commander and report you" I said.
I told them to go and never do this again. They left.
The man on the ground was still in a lot of pain. I helped him up. I recognized him as one of the men I had seen earlier in the club. "Man, why were you following them? They could have killed you."
I told him to go back to the club and call the police. I couldnt do anymore. I hoped they all took my advice.
Have you ever witnessed anything like this before? If so, what did you do?