Posted on 10/30/2016 6:06:17 PM PDT by Jack Hydrazine
Its a funny feeling, being surrounded by a gang of cops, what with the yelling and pointing of guns and all. My first thought was, being shot to death on vacations gonna suck.
Itd started off well enough. Hidemi and I had breezed in from Haneda two days before. Shed wanted to go to California, but I was insistent we spend our vacation in Thailand, lounging on the white sand with a frosty Singha in one hand and a papaya salad in the other. Which would explain why we were lost in the suburbs of Los Angeles with a car full of McDonalds wrappers, driving in circles.
I told you to take the next exit, she said. Youve never even been to L.A. I snapped back. Oh, not like your old girlfriend who lives here, right? We are not having this conversation, I said.
But just like the rent-a-car, we went round and round, annoyed, jet-lagged and nauseous. Suddenly Hidemi was the Energizer Bunny of bitching. Theres too much traffic, the food sucks, people talk down to me, why isnt the rental car cleaner? Na na na na na na na.
Now, Im a very supportive boyfriend, and I understand what its like to feel out of place in a foreign land. So I said something like, Your feelings are completely valid and I empathize with your point of view. Although what came out sounded more like,
Can you just shut up for one minute? Its always na na na na na. Im trying to drive the damn car on the wrong side of the road, after all. To which Hidemi replied, Thats it, stop the car. Let me out. Stop the car.
I pulled over. Hidemi threw open the door, jumped out, and stormed down the side of the road. Jeezus. Now we got a problem.
So here I am, in some dinky little suburb of L.A., driving on the shoulder, pleading with my girlfriend out of the window of a Ford Taurus.
Please just get in, okay? We can talk about it. Come on, Demi. Ill walk back. Go ahead. You cant walk. Were like ten miles from Santa Monica. Come on, Im sorry. Please, just get in. Im fine. I can walk. Look, theres no way I can leave you here on the side of the road. Just get in. Lets just talk about it for a minute. Please, come on, Im sorry. She huffed back in. We drove around the corner, pulled into an office park, took a breath, and then everything was . . . okay. We talked about how American food was terrible, agreed I was a dick, she apologized, and we laughed about getting lost three minutes from the freeway. Lets go back to the hotel and order Dominoes, she said. With corn and mayonnaise, I replied.
Then I looked in the rear-view mirror and said, Uh oh. Security guards. Thats the thing about America. You cant just park anywhere. Glad I wasnt taking a whiz. Two cars pulled up behind us, and out jumped a bunch of blonde kids.
Put your hands on the steering wheel! one of the kids shouted. Dude, its cool, I said out the window. Sorry, well move the car. Let me see your hands! Hans? Dere iz no Hans here. Hands on the wheel!
And suddenly the kid had a gun pointed at my head. I was like, Holy ****! What the eff, man? Jeez, Ill move the car already. Reach out of the window and open the door! Say what? Reach out the window to open the door?
What kind of Twister is this? Meanwhile, a third car pulls up, more kids jump out, and suddenly everybodys got a Glock trained on me. I got the door open, and was like Jeez, yall are some mental rent-a-cops.
Police in America
Now theres four cars, with two or three different markings, and it finally dawns on me, Oh, these are actual police. Hows a brother supposed to know? Its not like the U.S. has one uniform for cops. That would make too much sense. You Americans with your fashion.
So forty-eight hours ago, I was in Tokyo, calmly eating a salmon rice ball and dozing on the train to the airport, and now Im in middle of California with eight guys from the high school football team all jacked up on adrenaline and testosterone, hiding behind car doors and lining up their pistol sights. And Im like, Man, did I pick the wrong parking lot.
Step away from the vehicle! Keep your hands up! Look, lets all just . . . Keep your hands up! Put your hands on the front of the car! Well is it up or . . . Hands on the hood! Move your feet back! Spread your legs!
Now, Im trying to do what everybodys saying, but this is such a weird situation, its really hard to take it seriously. I dont know whether to be afraid, pissed off, or indignant. Its a warm, pleasant evening. Families are driving by, staring. The whole things unreal. I just want to eat a pizza.
Suddenly, everybody rushes up to the car, and Im being handcuffed. A policemans talking to Hidemi. Are you okay? Did he hit you? And Im like, Why I am I the only one? I mean, not that I want Hidemi handcuffed, but what, a Japanese girl cant have a gun? Thats pretty racist and sexist, just sayin.
Hidemis English isnt actually all that good. She looks terrified, pleading through the windshield for help. Shes Japanese, I said. You have to speak slower. Show me where he hit you, said the officer, and suddenly I realized they were now gunning for something different.
Hes my boyfriend, she said. He didnt hit me. Well, thank God for English lessons. We had a report of a kidnapping, the officer said. How Americans Get Shot
What the hell happened to to the U.S.? I step away for a couple of years and now some Dilbert slams one too many Frappaccinos and catches a couple having a 30-second spat, then whips out his iPhone and youre within a hairs breadth of being murdered by Biff the second-string quarterback? Guess thats the price of freedom. Seriously, heres the thing-and I know theres a massive other issue about being black, Hispanic, or apparently an Asian female, but-nothing prepares you for this. And thats a problem.
You think its easy to comply with police instructions; its not. Were used to people behaving in socially established patterns. When somebody breaks that pattern-by pointing a gun and screaming orders-honestly, I think the first reaction is to laugh. You cant be serious. And thank God Ken Seerois a pretty mellow dude, because I think many peoples second reaction would be that of indignation. You cant tell me what to do. Oh yeah? Well now youre dead, so apparently not the right answer. Guns in America
It wasnt until much later that I realized how close I came to being gunned down. The cops are on edge because everybodys got a gun. Everybodys got a gun because everybody elses got a gun. Everybodys also got a phone, and for some reason its now a good idea to call the authorities on your neighbor. For a nation that values liberty and doesnt trust the central government, folks are in a mighty big hurry to dial 911 at the first sign of trouble.
Two weeks later, we left the land of the free and flew back to Japan. Hidemi was dozing on my shoulder, and finally everything felt normal again. I watched her resting peacefully, thought how close Id come to not even being there, and realized we needed to reevaluate the relationship. At a certain point, you just cant keep putting up with crazy bullshit. Nobody deserves it. And I dont mean between Hidemi and I, of coursewe were fine. I mean the relationship with America. Its not that I dont love you, and I really dont want to say sayonara. Its just maybe, you know, we should start seeing other countries.
About the author:
http://japaneseruleof7.com/about/
I first came to Japan a decade ago and spent a night in a dismal hotel in a silent corner of Tokyo. The next day I went out for a drink and randomly met an amazingly beautiful girl who insisted I switch hotels to the Roppongi nightlife district, and that I take her out to dinner and karaoke. I was like, Wow, Japanese people are so friendly. She of course later turned out to be Filipino, and Roppongi was mostly filled with grimy gaijin bars. Anyway, I still think she was pretty hot.
The day I arrived in Japan, I began studying Japanese, which is just slightly harder than solving Fermats last theorem. If you want to learn a language that opens doors and helps you make friends in Japan, then Japanese is not the language for you. That language would be English.
Moving on. After my Roppongi adventure, I flew back to Japan for a couple of weeks every year, before finally settling here in 2008. Ive had a dozen jobs at this point, some of them good, and some bad. Well, most were pretty horrible, actually. Japan isnt known for its easygoing work environment. Ive made the yen equivalent of hundreds of dollars an hour (good), and other times got paid nothing more than beer and rice (slightly less good). What can I say, its a pretty bipolar country. But maybe thats why I feel so at home here.
Over the years, Ive read everything I could get my hands on about Japan, its people, culture, and language. Youve probably read a lot of the same stuff. Unfortunately, much of what has been written either glamorizes Japan or treats it with cartoonish Orientalism. And some is just butt wrong.
Its certainly not easy to depict an entire nation in a few words, and I dont pretend to do so. Well hey, Japans a big country. But maybe thats the point. Its not something that can be summed up easily. Even living here, I barely know what the hells going on half the time. So Ill simply give you my perspective, for what its worth. As the Japanese say, Hope you enjoy.
Ken Seeroi
You just be careful we don’t nuke your a$$ next time. Don’t get all uppity.
Yeah Ken. Go back to Tokyo and order your Dominos pizza with mayonnaise and corn.
Sayonara.
And if you got a girl who all dived out of the car in public, in front of people, time to move on to the next one. There’s around three and a half billion more you can meet.
ROFLMAO!!
I wonder if I’ve ever ran into this racist jackass in Tokyo. I certainly hope I do one day so I can call him out for what a shithead he is.
He blames the police, not the person who phoned in a possible kidnapping.
His story is filled with racist comments about police.
He is just writing words to fill in space without saying anything.
Managing the “Hot Crazy Matrix” is more art than science.
Very true.
Just look for him in an izakaya. I’m sure he’ll be there.
Ow Criminals get shot by Police would probably be more accurate.
I made it as far as “bunch of blond kids”.
This guy truly thinks he is funny.
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It is really sad that so many accept this as normal.
“For a nation that values liberty and doesnt trust the central government, folks are in a mighty big hurry to dial 911 at the first sign of trouble”
But I will give him credit for one nugget of wisdom.
That’s a lot of ground to cover, but I’m sure I could manage. Izakaya aren’t all that fun to hang out though. Pubs, rock n roll bars, or drinking on the street is much more entertaining.
Why shouldn’t he blame the police? Why don’t the cops ask questions instead of being aggressive and start barking orders??
Some guys just have an instinct for it (not me!)
There’s a time for asking questions...that’s after “barking” orders. For most people you would be correct...but they don’t know they are dealing with “most people” until they have “barked there orders”. I wish it was as simple as you allude...
No, you're not fine. You're dangerously clueless.
He should; how escalating is it to have a bunch of guns shoved in your face and multiple people shouting conflicting commands at you?
I'm from a family where pretty much all the males have served in the armed forces, and that sort of CF would NOT fly: you have one person on the scene in a controlling capacity [from the subject/detainee's POV] (he may be the guy who initiated contact, or it could be the NCO of the watch [or more rarely the OIC] taking the position), and that's because you don't want an incident due to miscommunication — miscommunication gets people killed… and that whole situation was designed to promote miscommunication and escalate things.
From a C&C perspective, this is totally unacceptable.
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