Looks like this week was Pacific Islander gang week. Mom, Dad and I wound up in the middle of a street fight between Samoan gangsters and Tongan gangsters. Dear God these guys are huge. There aren't very many people who make my 6'4" father look small and at one point we were surrounded on all sides by about twenty guys who made Dad look like a Munchkin. Which I guess would in turn make me look like a smurf wearing a red coat.
It's really hard to believe that Samoans and Tongans would carry the animosity between the two islands to the United States but then again I will never understand the gang mentality. So in the middle we strode between Samoan Crips and Tongan Bloods fighting in the parking lot of a dance club that was featuring a concert of some Samoan rappers.
Really there's such a thing as Samoan rap. Everybody is rapping now. White guys, Asians, Indians, Arabs and everyone is trying to out do each other over who is the toughest and hardest gangsters. For my money the scariest rappers are the Germans. I don't know what they are saying but if you start shaving the heads of tattooed Germans and dress them all in black while they are yelling at on camera it starts to make me a little nervous. I would probably be even more afraid if I knew what they were saying.
Really there's such a thing as Samoan rap. Everybody is rapping now. White guys, Asians, Indians, Arabs and everyone is trying to out do each other over who is the toughest and hardest gangsters. For my money the scariest rappers are the Germans. I don't know what they are saying but if you start shaving the heads of tattooed Germans and dress them all in black while they are yelling at on camera it starts to make me a little nervous. I would probably be even more afraid if I knew what they were saying.
But back to the Samoans and the Tongans. So the Samoans had been at the club to listen to the rap and the Tongans came later knowing that their rivals would be there. Bedlam ensued when the two groups meant. My parents and I were across town when we heard about the brawl in the parking lot between the two groups. By the time that we arrived in the Maybach the police had already arrived at the scene but they weren't going anywhere near the fight. The good thing is no one was using any weapons the bad thing was that none of them thought that they needed any weapons. Did I mention earlier that these guys were huge? So as long as they weren't endangering bystanders with gunfire the police decided that the safest course of conduct for them was to let these guys fight it out and hopefully tire themselves out before trying to arrest anyone.
Dad had another idea. I don't think that I have ever been so thankful for being nigh invulnerable with the strength of ten men than I was on that day. I needed every last one of my superpowers on that day. Mom Dad and I jumped into the fray. I thought I was doing a pretty good job fighting until I got picked up like a doll and tossed about ten feet out of the melee. That was embarrassing. I'm supposed to be a superhero and I'm getting tossed around by gangsters.
I picked myself up of the ground and brushed off my clothes (and bruised ego) and headed back in to the row. Between Mom, Dad and myself we were eventually able to put an end to the clash...but it took awhile. The police came and handcuffed all of the guys. For most of them they had to used two pairs of handcuffs in order to be able to handcuff them behind their backs. Meanwhile the crown of onlookers including but not exclusively these guys girlfriends were yelling and throwing stuff at the cps and us. It was a crazy seen that night. I hope I next get to fight just a regular old super-villain.













