About a month ago I was walking home from work when I heard some men shouting at each other down one of the side roads. There was a group of white skinheads in a car and a group of youngish black men on the pavement besides them.
They were arguing over who had the right to be in the road. Apparently the ‘Black gang’ had been walking in the road and the ‘White gang’ took offence to it and drove at them.
After a lot of mouthing off, one of the white boys got out of the car and confronted the black speaker. They had their faces inches apart.
Then he threw a punch. Despite the argument, it seemed to come out of nowhere. A punch like that would have knocked a few more of my teeth out and the victim of the punch went down.
Suddenly all the white boys poured out of their car and everyone on both sides started fighting.
I don’t know why I stopped. Paralysed by disbelief?
My initial reaction was to step in, but as both sides seemed as eager to fight as each other, it all seemed futile.
To be honest, I’d rather them hurt and damage each other than anyone else.