I was in yet another park and right after enjoying my chili with a side of black beans, when a young couple walked by arguing. I was inside my vehicle, and they were too involved on their exchange to notice anybody nearby, including the two junkies/druggies sitting close by. The female started to move away, and the male grabbed her by the arm in a less than charitable way to keep her next to him. She let out a yelp, more of surprise than pain and stopped, only to then sit down at a picnic table where the argument continued.
The standing posture of the male was one of dominance. toward her sitting partner. That plus the arm grabbing did not set well with me and I could hear the Knight of Chivalry shaking its rusty armor inside me. But common sense prevailed: rather than getting out and have a word with the fella, my mind raced through all the postings we had here about stupid confrontations that ended up with somebody on his way to the ER or the morgue.
So, I did nothing.
Why? Legally there was nothing to intervene on. Was there a reasonable fear that she was in clear and imminent danger? No. And this could be considered a domestic situation where we all know the victim usually ends up siding with her abuser and attacking her defender. Calling the cops? By the time they would have arrived, the couple would be either gone (which happened) or it would have escalated to Use of Force where I may have been morally inclined to intervene somehow and then find myself going through the rigmarole of explaining why I did what I did and probably requesting a lawyer.
Life ain’t the movies. You just don’t approach the offender, slap him a couple of times and ride into the sunset with a new adoring female* clinging to you. More than likely you’ll end up in traction or in cuffs.
To quote from a well-known movie.
(* and probably the missus would have strong words and actions if I had a young female clinging to me)