I’ve never been in a “real” fight, but when I was in my late twenties I was attacked by a jealous female. We were on a sailboat with a group of friends when she suddenly dug her nails down my arm. She thought a guy she liked was paying more attention to me than to her. I should have pushed her over board. That’s an example of how females “fought” way back in the dark ages. Today I let my characters do the fighting. A halberd, a weapon used in Elizabethan times, appears in Sour Grapes, along with an army combat knife.
The following quote by Desmond Tutu really hit home with me:
“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.”
I read an article recently titled, “Anger can drive the fight against injustice, but victory won't come without love.” The reporter went on to say, “I am among those who believe anger is not only powerful but productive when channeled effectively. I do think it's easier to get people to sign petitions or to attend a rally when they're angry.” We’ve all seen what can happen when crowds join the fight for social, political, or other injustices. I choose not to be involved in this way.
I hold my beliefs on most things pretty close. Okay, I take that back. On occasion, I have been involved in verbal abuse, thrown things, but that’s not a “real” fight when it’s family. Is it? I’ve never been in a fistfight or shoved anyone (not that I haven’t wanted to). I’m not a redhead for nothing.