JC Viper wrote:I've taken martial arts since a young age since my parents wanted me to learn discipline and self defense second. Over the years seeing new students come and stay and me leaving the school and going into another one I found that the arts do encourage plenty of discipline. It seems as if we were all taught to treat each other like brothers or sisters. Quite nice in this day and age.
From the start we are taught to be respectful of the teacher, others and ourselves. We then were taught to just focus on ourselves and not get into it with anyone else since using our skills should be a last resort.
When I was 15 circa late 2000 (23 now) I was picked on by a group of kids at school but I just walk on by without a care. Then one shoved me and another grabbed my schoolbag. Feeling trapped I defended myself and went on to break one arm on each person in the group who went after me. The reason was to get them immobilized so I can leave without further damage but the police showed up and being the nice guy I stayed only to get in one hell of a trouble. I was allowed to return to my zoned school on some very odd terms that I stop taking martial arts and pay for the kids medical bills.
The bullies parents all stated that their kids are good kids and that I provoked them to show off my fighting skills. They were minorities, and in NYC you have to respect them (asians like myself don't count).
Prior to that I was in a private school (late 1999 - june 2000) for one year before being expelled for a bully starting a rumor on me having a gun since I was the silent shy type. I was pushed shoved and made fun of but I just took it and walked away. Then one day I had enough of it since the bullies thought it'd be funny to spread a rumor about me since I was the silent guy and it was a year after Columbine. When I was poked and prodded by officials I had so much anger but was somewhat successful in dissipating it. Then the next day those idiots come back and wouldn't let up and made me late for class so I began to yell the "crumb" out of them punching a dent in the locker then I was told to calm down then detained by the principal (I was subservient to my elders).
I now have been holding grudges against those two incidents ever since even thought I tried doing the right thing I got punished and not the bullies. My parents were fed up with me and I just became a loner since life taught me that interaction leads to trouble.
Another story (outside of school) begins on 1999 where I met a few girls and they began hanging around with me and my friends (a first). Being the shy type I refused to make out with one of them one night and regretted it to this day (still haven't kissed a girl) since I then started to have a crush on her. Then on Sept. 12, 2001 I was just taking a nice calm walk and wanted to be with just my thoughts. While walking I run into that girl and her boyfriend. She says hi and I, being choked up for some reason probably from the events, couldn't get the words to come out so I acknowledged her nodded my head and walked on. On my way back I encounter the both of them again and this time her boyfriend starts spouting off insults and racial slurs claiming I disrespected his girl. The next day I meet up with my friends who heard what I had done. I was the bad guy, the arsehole if you will. Later I see the girl and her boyfriend again but when he confronted me I told him to F* off then he tried swiping me but I blocked then grabbed his arm punched him in his center and threw him to the ground (he was a big guy too so I should be happy) but then she slapped me and told me to get the F* out before she gets his boys on me. It's like she didn't even know me. From that point on my friends lost all respect for me and thought I tried to hard to be cool. Yup, her boyfriend was the cool "gang" (some local crew) member and my friends were also friends with people in the gang.
I've now got little self esteem and entered into Shaolin martial arts to regain respect for myself. So far it works pretty well but only for a few hours. Once I leave and go home and start listening to music I begin to think about how much my life could have been better if I just took the punches and I sink to a nice low till the next meet in Shaolin.
So that's my story on how I dealt with things but failed. I left out a bit of details so if your confused by anything let me know since I don't want to make this post any longer. Besides it is late here and I want to go back playing GTA IV. I'll edit some other time.
You did what you had to do, nothing more. You felt threatened, you acted accordingly. I got teased up down left and right when I was younger, too, but luckily I live in a simpler place and there's not a whole lot of minority groups. My father's advice was "tattoo 'em", and once I started defending myself, things got better.
Most people don't understand the martial arts, and don't understand people that defend themselves. They're always looking for the victim. It's easy to point out that someone's a martial artist and then use that knowledge against them. It's a sad fact.
Seems like you got unlucky and got screwed around by the system and lying parents. It's happening more and more recently. Helicopter parents, neglectful parents, and gangs. Lots of gangs. Suddenly you can't stand up for yourself, you have to act subservient.
In elementary school, we were taught that if you even TOUCHED the kid that was attacking you, you'd end up suspended as well. Fear of suspension was drilled into us from day one, and when it came time for me to get picked on all through middle school, junior high, and the beginning of high school (I ended that "poo poo" real quick), I wasn't prepared. My mother told me to just ignore it and don't do anything.
Luckily, my dad was the one that was raised in this area, the same school system. He told me to fight back. It may be a different day and age with everyone coddling their kids WAY too much, but it's still a little middle of nowhere school. By high school, I had beaten enough kids down and grabbed enough by their windpipes to get them off my back.
But that's coming from a mostly white country school. Gangs? So glad I live where I do. Gangs just breed violence, ignorance, and what they call "respect" is mentally challenged. It's all just an excuse to think you're cool, make money off of drugs, and hurt innocent people.
Know what sucks? Most people don't care.
Were I in your situation, I'd get the hell out of NYC. It does not sound as though the city is ready for a person such as yourself. People are dumb, and cruel, and most of those higher ups with good intentions look at the situation wrong. No matter what you've done to protect yourself and your interests has fallen apart. Your friends must not be real friends if they're scared of what a local gang is going to do. That girl must not have been a nice or even respectable girl if she was hanging around with a gangbanger.
Think of it this way, JC: You're alive. You have something that makes you feel better. Most of those people you've interacted with are going nowhere in their lives and will probably end up dead or homeless. Respect yourself, damn it. You've done nothing wrong. You defended yourself and people played the system, or people got scared and abandoned you. The real crimes here are that people get away with acting like bullies, and that parents and kids all play the innocent card instead of doing the respectable thing and account for their mistakes.
How the hell does one person get in trouble for injuring three people? That situation is kind of obvious, at least in my view. Eugh, get out of the city, let it rot in on itself without you getting caught up in it.