Walking back to my car a few blocks from The New Parish before the show ended, 3 black teens tried to grab me and take my stuff.
One kid had my arm and told me not go anywhere while his friends were about to jump me. I already had my carry knife in my hand, a Kershaw Speedsafe Blur (which I purchased from a BARFer), and the unmistakable sound of a blade snapping open got his attention, and he let go when I slashed at the hand holding my arm.
I was not scared or surprised. I think I had a small smile when I saw the kids run up, because I knew what going to happen and I was ready. The knife opened as easily as snapping my fingers and my defensive slash was compact.
I ran back to the New Parish, and I relayed my story to the door guy. He told me his car got jacked today, in daylight no less.
Coincidentally, a few Oakland PD cruisers made an appearance as I was walking back to my car again, and I did the good citizen routine of reporting my crime. When I could not supply a good description, my police interaction denigrated into a condescension-fest: the officer thinking I was a dipshit for having things like an iPhone in downtown Oakland, me thinking the officer was wasting my time.
Now that I am home safe, I feel strange. I suppose I should be happy that I was tested and survived, but I feel like I wasn't prepared enough or I should fought these kids.
I am probably not going to tell friends and family about this potentially life-threatening event because I don't want hear about their fears, "Don't go into bad neighborhoods, be safe, stay at home." Many of them are liberal-types too, and the fact that I produced a weapon and used it to save me a lot of trouble (and injury), will probably elicit the typical hoplophobic responses.
I know I am coming down from the adrenaline-surge, and I wish I wasn't alone tonight.
One kid had my arm and told me not go anywhere while his friends were about to jump me. I already had my carry knife in my hand, a Kershaw Speedsafe Blur (which I purchased from a BARFer), and the unmistakable sound of a blade snapping open got his attention, and he let go when I slashed at the hand holding my arm.
I was not scared or surprised. I think I had a small smile when I saw the kids run up, because I knew what going to happen and I was ready. The knife opened as easily as snapping my fingers and my defensive slash was compact.
I ran back to the New Parish, and I relayed my story to the door guy. He told me his car got jacked today, in daylight no less.
Coincidentally, a few Oakland PD cruisers made an appearance as I was walking back to my car again, and I did the good citizen routine of reporting my crime. When I could not supply a good description, my police interaction denigrated into a condescension-fest: the officer thinking I was a dipshit for having things like an iPhone in downtown Oakland, me thinking the officer was wasting my time.
Now that I am home safe, I feel strange. I suppose I should be happy that I was tested and survived, but I feel like I wasn't prepared enough or I should fought these kids.
I am probably not going to tell friends and family about this potentially life-threatening event because I don't want hear about their fears, "Don't go into bad neighborhoods, be safe, stay at home." Many of them are liberal-types too, and the fact that I produced a weapon and used it to save me a lot of trouble (and injury), will probably elicit the typical hoplophobic responses.
I know I am coming down from the adrenaline-surge, and I wish I wasn't alone tonight.
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