Blimix

In my previous post, I mentioned keeping a rattan stick for defense in case of home invasion, rather than a knife, sword, or firearm.

Let's look at how firearms in the home are actually used:

"For every instance in which a gun in the home was shot in self-defense, there were seven criminal assaults or homicides, four accidental shootings, and 11 attempted or successful suicides."

"This is not the first time in Central Florida where a relative has been mistaken as an intruder in a fatal shooting."

We're not talking about a rare "just some people who made the news" risk. While camping, my father once returned to his tent, waking his mother, who (still groggy) shouted, "Oh my god, a bear!" then grabbed a pistol, aimed at him, and pulled the trigger. The gun and bullets were old, and didn't fire. My father would be dead, and I wouldn't exist, if it weren't for the fact that a "self defense" weapon failed. On the day that I decide that getting shot by a relative constitutes a good time, I'll start keeping an accessible gun in the house.

Blades are a subtler matter. The practical difference between a gun and a knife or sword (other than range) isn't how physically difficult it is to kill someone with it (pretty damn easy either way), but how psychologically difficult it is. It takes only a whim to pull a trigger; you have to really intend harm to stab someone. This gives blades an edge (so to speak) in utility over guns, because killing people on a whim is bad. But they still have a lot of potential for unnecessary killing (and getting killed; you never know who's going to die in the struggle over a knife). At night, in the dark, having just woken up, is not the time to decide whether some mysterious figure in your living room or bedroom needs killing. That way lie dead relatives.

A nice rattan stick (or anything similar; I used to have a metal support bar from a folding chair) can cause enough pain and damage to be a deterrent, but won't kill someone unless you're trying really hard to kill them with it. There are all kinds of ways to use a stick to disarm someone that you'll learn if you train in kali/eskrima, but they're all icing. You know the easiest way to disarm an intruder? Get behind a corner. In a few minutes, the intruder will come sneaking around the bend. The moment their weapon hand comes into view, hit it with the stick! If it turns out to be a case of mistaken identity, you'll probably have given your son a very nasty bruise and spilled his drink all over, rather than, you know, killing him.

(Once again, please keep the comments respectful.)

Last night, I had my level 6 test in Jeet Kune Do; two other people tested for level 2. As usual, it started with an utterly exhausting workout, so that everything we did would reflect how we had trained. (There's no stopping to remember moves in a fight.) Late in the evening, my sifu was running me through some "combat freestyles": He played an attacker, coming at me in a variety of ways, and it was my job to disable my attacker. ("Disable" is a euphemism for "leave on the ground screaming or unconscious". Though of course we try hard to not actually hurt our training partners.)

For his fifth attack, my sifu strode quickly toward me, pushing his finger toward my face, bellowing, "You better leave! Get out of here, now! Get out!" There I was, exhausted, performing a drill whose sole object was to disable one's opponent, and keenly aware that I could trivially take his finger, bend it back, and force him to the ground. Instead, without any hesitation, I threw my hands up in a placating gesture, backed away as quickly as he came at me, and said, "Okay, okay! I'm out of here! I'm gone!"

He stopped, put his hands down, gave me this beaming, pleased-as-punch smile, and said, "Good!"

Today, I hurt all over. But at least I'm a level 6 who hurts all over.

I will shortly cease attending sword class, after 2.5 years and three belt promotions. Although I've enjoyed improving my technique, and creating my own form (kata), my favorite memories are from my early white belt days. At the risk of being spoilery, they involved ( whacking Master Y___ on the head ). Good times.