Get a greater gang

[Trevor Watkins]

This hypothetical article demonstrates my "get a greater gang" thesis (If you are being oppressed by a gang, go find a bigger one)

Can you kill my step-dad?

Every conversation stopped. Fifteen leather-clad veterans sat frozen, staring at this tiny kid in a dinosaur shirt who'd just asked us to commit murder like he was requesting extra ketchup. His mother was in the bathroom, had no idea her son had approached the scariest-looking table in the Denny's, had no idea what he was about to reveal.
"Please," he added, his voice small but determined. "I have seven dollars." He pulled out crumpled bills from his pocket, placing them on our table between the coffee cups. His little hands were shaking, but his eyes were dead serious.
Big Mike, our club president and a grandfather of four, knelt down. "What's your name, buddy?"
"Tyler," the boy whispered. "Mom's coming back soon. Will you help or not?"
"Tyler, why do you want us to hurt your stepdad?" Mike asked gently.
The boy pulled down the collar of his shirt. Faint, purple fingerprints marked his throat. "He said if I tell anyone, he'll hurt Mom worse than he hurts me. But you're bikers. You're tough. You can stop him."
That's when we noticed everything else: the way he favored his left side, the brace on his wrist, the faded yellow bruise on his jaw someone had tried to cover with makeup. Before anyone could answer, a woman emerged from the bathroom. Pretty, but walking with the careful movements of someone hiding pain. She saw Tyler at our table and panic flashed across her face.
"Tyler! I'm so sorry, he's bothering you—" She rushed over, and we all saw her wince. We also saw the heavy makeup on her wrist, smudged just enough to reveal purple bruises that matched her son's.
"No bother at all, ma'am," Mike said, standing slowly. "Actually, why don't you both join us? We were just about to order dessert. Our treat." It wasn't a request.
She sat down reluctantly, pulling Tyler close. "Tyler," Mike said, "is someone hurting you and your mom?"
Her composure cracked. "Please," she whispered. "You don't understand. He'll kill us."
"Ma'am, look around this table," Mike interrupted quietly. "Every man here served in combat. Every one of us has protected innocent people from bullies. That's what we do. Now, is someone hurting you?"
Her silent, weeping nod was all the answer we needed. And that's when a man in a polo shirt shot up from a booth across the restaurant, his face red with rage. "Sarah! What the hell are you doing talking to these freaks? And you, kid! Get over here now!" He started storming toward our table.
Big Mike quickly stood up. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't clench his fists. He simply became a mountain. "Son," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cut through the diner's chatter. "I suggest you go back to your booth. Your family is enjoying some ice cream with us."
"The hell they are!" the man, obviously the stepdad, spat. "That's my wife and kid!"
"No," Mike said, taking a small step forward, the other fourteen bikers rising silently behind him. "That is a mother and a child who are under our protection now. You are not going to take them anywhere. You are going to go back to your table, pay your bill, and leave. And you are not going to follow them. Am I clear?"
The man looked at the wall of leather and fury that had materialized between him and his victims. He was a bully, and bullies are cowards. He stammered, paled, and retreated.
That was the end of the fight, but it was the beginning of the war. We didn't let them go home. One of our guys, a lawyer we call "Shark," went with Sarah to file a restraining order while the rest of us took Tyler to the clubhouse. We bought him the biggest chocolate milkshake he'd ever seen. For the first time all day, he looked like a little boy, not a desperate client.
We didn't kill the stepdad. We did something worse. We erased him. Shark and a few of our more... persuasive... brothers paid him one final visit. They didn't lay a hand on him. They just laid out his future: a long list of assault charges we would make sure stuck, witness protection for Sarah and Tyler, and the full, undivided attention of fifteen veterans who now considered his every move their personal business. He was gone by morning.
 
But we didn't just remove the monster; we helped heal the wounds. We pooled our resources and got Sarah and Tyler into a new, safe apartment across town. We helped them move, our roaring Harleys serving as the most intimidating moving truck escort in history.
We became Tyler’s uncles. We took him to ball games. We taught him how to work on an engine. We showed up for his school's parent-teacher night, a line of leather-clad giants making sure everyone knew he was loved and protected. We showed him what real men are—protectors, not predators.
A few months later, at a clubhouse barbecue, Tyler came up to Big Mike and handed him a drawing. It was a picture of a huge, smiling T-Rex wearing a biker vest, standing over a little boy. "That's you," Tyler said. "You're the T-Rex who scared away the bad dinosaur."
Mike smiled, his eyes misty. He pulled the seven crumpled dollars from his wallet, which he’d kept flattened and safe. "Best payment I ever got for a job," he said, his voice thick.
Tyler didn't get the hitman he tried to hire that day. He got something so much better. He got a family.
Credit Daily Stories

The look I am currently going for....

[Stephen van Jaarsveldt]

That's a great story Trevor - I like stories that question and contradict generally held misconceptions, ideas and biases. Stories are a great way to question peoples pre-conceived notions by taking them down a path they did not expect. In this case, I think many people have a negative world view in which all gangs (and in some cases all white males) are toxic, evil and bad. This is a double-dose of misconception, which I often hear in murder mystery shows when they say things like "he was pure evil" when in fact he just couldn't stand her nagging anymore, has no reason to kill again and would not have done so in the first place had he had another options as readily available as the kitchen knife. It's not evil, it's poor problem solving skills. Most people, even those who murder, are not evil, don't do so out of hate and are not possessed by spirits (unless you're counting the 43% proof kind). They do so to achieve a specific goal, just like everything else we humans do. This negative world view and mistaken attribution of the causes of behaviour to the esoteric, causes many (probably most) people to also make the opposite mistake i.e. they assume that people in authority, like police officers, are generally good, trustworthy, helpful, etc. when in fact the police (particularly in North America) attracts the kinds of narcissistic, dictatorial, authoritarian, self-absorbed, power-hungry nut-jobs that are normally associated with murderers. Apparently killing in series is bad, but killing in parallel is serving your country. In other words, you could easily flip the story below around by saying that the boy and his mother appealed to the police for help and got beat up, harassed, abused and sent straight back to their captor under force of law... although, I suspect that might hit a bit too close to home for many people to have quite the same effect.

S.

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[Trevor Watkins]

I'm glad you enjoyed the story, I was afraid you might find it trivial.  Probably my favorite TV series is Sons of Anarchy. You may remember I gave a somewhat disastrous talk on them at Wakkerstroom libsem.

I have always believed that entities like biker gangs are the best examples of private protection agencies around, and should be encouraged.

[Stephen van Jaarsveldt]

I enjoy TV series like Breaking Bad in which someone does something bad in an attempt to get out of a hole and then just keeps digging themselves deeper into it... or series like Weeds, Shameless and Ozark where someone dabbles in something slightly wrong or risky in order to survive, but then gets sucked into drama beyond their wildest expectations. Those series express something which I think touches on what we're talking about here - the fact that we're all just humans, trying our best to have the best life possible. These series are the artistic expressions of what we rather dryly learn in Economics and Moral Philosophy classes. Sometimes those stories get bits technically wrong or grossly exaggerate - real life is not usually as exciting as those stories - but I like that they bring moral, ethical, philosophical and economic questions into the living rooms of everyone. Through these stories we all get a little, albeit sometimes fantastical and exaggerated, sense of what motivates and drives the actions of other people. Putting yourself in the shoes of extreme characters for an hour or two a week must surely broaden people's horizons.

P.S. I also had a disastrous presentation... at the Golden Gate libsem, on what I thought was one of my most profound insights yet. One day I hope to be vindicated, but for now I just keep reminding myself that I had many other good ones too and that calm seas don't make a good sailor.

S.

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On Wed, 08 Oct 2025, 16:29 Stephen van Jaarsveldt, <sjaar...@gmail.com> wrote:

I enjoy TV series like Breaking Bad in which someone does something bad in an attempt to get out of a hole and then just keeps digging themselves deeper into it... or series like Weeds, Shameless and Ozark where someone dabbles in something slightly wrong or risky in order to survive, but then gets sucked into 0  expectations. Those series express something which I Thi ooop}  nk 3 zzzz on what we're talking about here - the fact that we're all just humans, trying our best to have the best life possible. These series are the artistic300 rather dryly learn in zee   00 Economics and Moral Philosophy classes. Sometimes those stories get bits technically wrong or grossly exaggerate - real life is not usually as exciting as those stories - but I like that they bring moral, ethical, philosophical and economic questions into the living rooms of everyone. Through these stories we all get a little, albeit sometimes fantastical and exaggerated, sense of what motivates and drives the actions of other people. Putting yourself in the shoes of extreme characters for an hour or two a week must surely broaden people's horizons.

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[Stephen van Jaarsveldt]

Yes, I do like the song "86" by Green Day too. ;-)

I suspect that was a butt-reply, but sometimes even a bunch of monkeys randomly hitting keys on their phones can generate the complete works of Shakespeare. There are enough of us now for even something with 1 in 7 billion odds to actually happen.

S.

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