A Conversation at Carino’s
A few weeks ago, I was at a local bar (or Italian restaurant, whichever you wanna call it) in Palmdale called Johnny Carino’s. It was a Friday night, which means a bunch of locals come out, young and old. Friendly atmosphere, (relatively) cheap beer, and decent service keeps me coming.
It was a lot crowded than usual, so it was tough to find seats for me and three of my buddies. We got lucky though. A married couple had it a huge table to themselves, and invited us to share with them. Very nice of them. For being so kind to us, one of my buddies bought them (and us) a shot. Toast to a good night!
So we getting to talking about a bunch of random shit, then the conversation turns to a boxing match between Floyd Mayweather and Marcos Maidana going down the next day. We talked about how good Mayweather is (he has a record of 45-0 prior to the fight, and has beaten many of the best boxers of this generation in his respective division), and how this fight should be a cakewalk (which it was not, but that is a topic for another time). But for some reason, the conversation switched over to his domestic violence case some years ago.
If you are not familiar with this case, Floyd Mayweather was sentenced to 90 days in jail for battery upon his ex-girlfriend at the time (her name was Josie Harris) in December 2011. Mayweather had had a previous run in with the law pertaining to domestic violence against the same woman, so he had to serve the full 90 days in jail, community service, and probation.
While we were on the subject, the guy (Hector was his name) started to defend Mayweather for his actions. His argument was “hey, sometimes a womam pisses a man off and he needs to take care of it.”
Hector’s wife was sitting there with him while he said this, so it seemed as though she has heard what he believes about “taking care of it,” and she has no problem with it. In fact, she even laughed!
Me and my buddies really did not know what to say at this point. Arguing with him is one thing, but to have his wife there and even her support on this subject, we just kept to ourselves afterwards. If that can was gonna get opened up that night, it definitely was not gonna be us opening it.
I have to confess. I have struck a girl before. I was in the 2nd grade, some girl in my class made me angry about something (can’t remember what it was), and I slapped her. Hard. It was after school and my mom was picking me up that afternoon, and saw what I did. I’ll never forget. My mom slapped the shit outta me, grabbed me by the face and said “if I ever see you put your hands on a girl again, I’ll kill you.” Of course I never did it again. But it took me a while to fully understand why my mom did what she did. I was no older than 7 or 8. I did not understand that violence against women was a very big issue. That men are physically much stronger than women. And I did not understand that there are women out their that live in fear of a man’s rage that could result in physical harm.
Domestic violence, and rape, are the two biggest concerns to women in present day America. Some of the stats are staggering. I know we’ve come a long way from old age America, but to try and ignore this problem in our backyard is a mistake. We have a professional who decided it was ok to strike his girlfriend. A professional boxer! Someone who makes a living (and a pretty good one) off of pounding other guys faces in. And this carries over into the home. Imaging his sons and daughters witnessing this behavior…
Hector’s final words to us as he and his wife left to pick up the kid’s from the movies “don’t let these females run over you. Let em’ know who’s boss,” while imitating a slap to the face.
Thanks for the table, sir.