A man named John Uccello of 61 Bretton Road, Middletown, CT called the Middletown police on me a few weeks ago at Klekolo Coffee shop in Middletown. He was mouthing off that Trayvon Martin had viciously physically attacked George Zimmerman and broke Zimmerman's nose and bloodied his face. In response, John was certain, Zimmerman HAD to use his weapon to shoot and kill Trayvon. I said I very much doubted this was what happened. I asked John what his source of information was: Fox News, he reported. I said when I read it in the NYTimes I may decide to give it some credence, although even the Times has gotten things wrong in the past (think WMD in Iraq and Judith Martin's failure to question the Bush administration sufficiently on the point).
A few days later, when more of the facts about the case had come out in the press, including the police video of Zimmerman walking with no visible evidence of trauma on his face, I again saw this man John at Klekolo. I asked him if he was now going to retract his slanderous comments about Trayvon. He told me to "get out of his face." I asked him why he had been able to dish it out to me in our previous encounter but now he couldn't handle my coming back at him, armed with more realistic reports about the case.
I then walked away from him and began talking with a woman I knew and her friend at another table. I heard John calling the police dispatcher and describing my clothing and appearance. "What a WIMP," I thought, that this grown man needs to call his Mommy the police to fight his mental battle with me!
The police showed up, I explained what happened, they asked me to leave, and I told them I intended to remain to finish my conversation with the women. When that was concluded, I left the coffee shop and was talking to some people on the sidewalk outside. Another young man who apparently frequents the coffee shop told me to leave. I told him I was standing on a public sidewald and would leave when I decided to leave. The police were standing around and asked me to leave. I asked them if they were the mediatators of neighborhood non-violent disagreements and they said they were not. I told the police I objected to their using their apparent authority, as armed officers of the law, to ask me to leave a public sidewalk when I was not committing any crime or hurting anyone. They did not know what to say but again reiterated their request I leave, just to "calm the situation down." I looked the cop in the eye, smiled, and told him that, out of the goodness of my heart, and because I liked the way he had handled the situation inside the coffee shop involving John, in a calm and restrained fashion, I decided I'd leave and go elsewhere in town. The cop thanked me, I thanked him, and I left. On the way by the window to the coffee shop, I smiled and waved at John through the window, but he, having no balls and looking like a frustrated and angry little boy, looked away.
I have ZERO respect for people who can dish it out but can't take it. ZERO. Pity, disdain, yes, but NO respect.