Sat, 2007 May 05
Support our Sister
It’s important for a guy to support his sister. A few weeks ago, it occurred to me that I need to support my sister more (I don’t actually have a sister, but this point seemed unimportant; in point of fact, none of the following is true). Here’s how I supported her:
There’s this street corner in the middle of town where I buy my coke (Coca-Cola, that is). One of the guy’s there had been causing me some trouble lately. And could you imagine? I’d actually helped this guy out in a turf battle, even provided some weapons (super-soakers, that is). Now, he says I took advantage of him, just played him to get my coke cheaper. Asshole.
Anyway, it was pretty obvious this guy was going to try to kill my sister’s son. This guy knows how much my nephew means to me, even if I haven’t paid him a lot of attention in the past few years. Plus, I had it on good authority from my plumber’s great-aunt, this guy had bought himself a bomb. I could have let it pass, but I need to support my sister.
I bought my sister some pepper-spray and let her borrow my Hummer (the one with the broken window, not the newer one) and told her she needed to go down there and deal with this guy. She was skeptical at first, everyone in family was a bit, especially my brother. Hey, I can understand that. But I laid out my case. Maybe I embellished it a wee-bit, but I was supporting my sister and protecting my nephew. I don’t normally believe that the end justifies the means, but this was an exception. Eventually, even my brother okayed it, although he kept trying to get me to go to the police first. Yeah, right, they’d want to “investigate” and “talk”, while who knows what this guy would be doing.
I would have liked to go with my sister, of course, but I needed to stay where I could direct things, keep myself safe. So, I sent her off. But I supported her–I gave her a thousand dollars, although I had to take most of it back so I could take family members to dinner and make sure they kept supporting her. Also, I told her that she could keep whatever she could take from this guy. She hesitated, but then I reminded her this wasn’t just for her son, it was for all the people this guy was hurting.
Well, she’s been down there for a couple of weeks now–nobody said this would be easy–but I’ve continued to support her. She got beat up, I sent her some bandaids. She was raped, I sent her a some birth control medicine. I’ve even started asking the family to send her more money.
That’s created a problem. My brother doesn’t believe in supporting our sister. He doesn’t want to send her more money. He wants to bring her home. Well, sure, we all do, but if we bring her home now, hell, if we even let that guy know she’s coming home, well, all is lost. My nephew is still in danger, and now the whole street corner’s a mess. So, my brother’s just not going to contribute to the money we’re going to send her, unless she’s leaving. How could he refuse to support our sister like this?
Well, I support her. I’ve got a twenty in gas money headed her way, and my prayer’s are with her.
If you were my brother … we’d have words. Of course, sounds like you’re the kind of brother who likes a sister to be seen and not heard, ‘m I right?