We had a bouncer just up the road — also a notorious hit man, if you knew the ropes — who took great pleasure, on the big nights, every week, without fail, in obsessively singling out some poor unfortunate soul who'd had a few too many and got himself into some strife, and nailing him to the wall. Many of the regulars loved this game and egged this dropkick on. It was showtime, just the same as it was at school when a fight broke out. But this clown was a violent crim. And people got seriously hurt. I witnessed a good number of these performances before I bailed out, always laying low so that he never got the chance to come at me. Those who got hit were not up to speed with these depraved, cowardly performances and, being unaware, they paid a pretty penny.
These people who ran the show were protected. We who foolishly gave them their livelihoods were not. They employed that joker knowing all too well who he was. It made no difference, and, if it did, it served only the lawless. The whole thing was rigged. If you were in the know, you were relatively safe. Heaven help you though if you if you were expecting a fair fight. These tinpot establishments were a dime a dozen, where I was growing up. If you played the game, you were tolerated, part of the machine. That, to me, was intolerable. Still is. Just because someone happens to be drunk, or down on their luck, or troubled, that does not give you the right to exploit them for your own sordid pleasure. That doesn't make you a hero. That's cowardice, plain and simple. And it happens all the time.
I'd like to think I'd have taken the blows for Jaco. I'd like to think I would not have just looked on, indifferently, perversely, as one of that crowd. But when this type of clown has been let off the leash, you'd need to be on your game if you wanted to survive. Not my game. But then, I could've taken Jaco by the arm and spirited him away, well before the show, I could've warned him; I could have found for him a safer place, a friendly place, far from the madding crowd; I could argue the case for more kindness and understanding, where it matters most.
That's the road we're on, if you're paying attention, whether the bully likes it or not. He may go kicking and screaming. But he will go.