The Guests Were Enjoying French Wine and Cheese on a Capitol Hill Patio. When a Gunman Burst In, the Would-Be Robbery Took an Unusual Turn. By Allison Klein1 Washington Post Staff Writer Friday, July 13, 2007 A grand feast of marinated steaks and jumbo shrimp was winding down, and a group of friends was sitting …
Category: Nonviolent Interventions
Stories of Stranger, Peregrine, and other individuals as they react to violence in their lives with the ways of Jesus
Riot night
The crowd pulsed, a hundred people behind my arms, 20-30 of them trying to push forward with sticks and other weapons. Opposite us another 15-20 men advanced on the mob, some of them wielding weapons of their own. Belt blows from the front rained down on my arms and shoulders, and someone’s elbow or fist …
Defining nonviolence
Let's enter this topic by way of a story. I'm sitting at my friend's shop eating a snack when we hear a fight break out. I turn to see a young teenager being held back by a crowd. He is trying to get into trouble with an adult man who I can't quite see. The …
Getting in other people’s business
Most of the stories I have written here happened years ago. This one was yesterday. I was walking through one neighborhood where I teach when I heard the thump of blows. I paused, discerned sobbing. Peered around the window of the home it was coming from, but could see nothing. The blows continued. Someone was …
Like Los Angeles all over again
Peregrine and I were walking home when we saw a motorcycle almost collide with a guy on a bicycle cart/rickshaw. No one was hurt, though the motorcycle guy had to hit the brakes hard to avoid a collision. He mouthed off to the bicycle guy (who was obviously poorer than him and much smaller than …
Peace versus love
My good friend Rachel (who has sadly since passed) used to run a ministry that built bridges between impoverished inner-city Los Angeles and the surrounding suburbia.1 She desired to help students learn and experience more about the city and its people who lived right next door to them. I occasionally brought Sunday school groups to …
Not always what you think
It was summer 2004, during my first trip overseas. Two friends1 and I were taking a shortcut through a park. Some distance away we saw a man knock a woman to the ground. The man then proceeded to kick the woman, hard, as she cried out. The three of us were pretty "activist", so we ran into …
Peregrine gets in the way
A post by Peregrine As I was walking on a city street I saw a fight in progress. One man grabbed a long stick and chased another man to beat him. A third came in and also took a stick and started to beat the victim. My first thought was “Stranger uses his size to …
Stepping in for the first time
I was twenty years old, a young Christian, waiting to meet my friends in a Portland mall. Four women rushing up to a fellow teenager didn’t trigger “fight!” in my head, even in a spot known for occasional gang violence. "Maybe they’re running up to greet someone?" passed through my mind... When the punching started …
Hit it if it hurts you
I fell in love during our homestay. Alicia was three years old, spunky, outspoken, and loved dressing up in ridiculous outfits. She had a gorgeous smile that she broke out whenever she saw me (or most anyone else, for that matter). And she hit anything that upset her. This last trait could be comical at …
Stranger in a Slum 