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Robbing Granny

 

 

 

Here in the Surin neighborhood or village as they say, there is a local boy of about fifteen I?d say who I have been warned about. Sis has told me about this kid, and told me he is ?mafia?. While the shop was being built one day a kid came by on a bicycle a bit to small for him, gliding slowly down the soi, eyes taking in everything in the area, bricks, bags of cement, corrugated tin, wood, steel, tools, etc. He rode by very slowly. I?d never noticed the kid before myself. Sis was standing near me and grabbed my arm, stating, ?That boy I tell you before. Mafia boy. He steal everything in village. Boy my dee (no good).

 

?Who?? I muttered back in an undertone, as she was muttering quietly herself to me, ?That little scrawny runt on the bike??

 

?Yes, he. He mafia. Take yaa bah (methamphetamine). Have gang. Break insigh (inside) house in soi all the time. Steal anything he can take.?

 

?Well, thanks for pointing him out Sis. I?ll keep an eye out for the little thieving bugger. Tell him if I ever catch him stealing from me I?ll break his arms, or pay someone to do it for me if I need to.? I grinned conspiratorially to her.

 

Knowing this sort of local information helps one be prepared. I make sure our properties are secure and well lighted just for this sort of shit. I hate thieves, and I hate being stolen from. I have a five hundred dollar Trek bicycle I brought over from the states I?d hate to lose, so it is securely stashed away and locked up. Also it keeps Sis and look sow (daughter) from using it as well. It?s my bike, and I have stated so firmly. No one else is allowed to use it. Once while I was away a niece staying with us took it out for a ride to see her friends, and fucked up the gearing royally. It took me two hours to unfreeze the chain and gears and realign everything to perfection once more. It now has a combination lock on it, and only I know the combination to it. I was pissed and livid. Little bitch takes a 20,000 baht US made bicycle without permission, fucks it up, and then puts it back without saying a word to anyone, for me to find when next I want to go for a ride about town. She caught serious hell from me for that one, and no longer is staying with us. I don?t go for that Thai stuff of, ?what?s yours is mine?. I instill the thought of ?private property? into my Thai family. There are things they know are mine, and they cannot use, whether I am there or not. Not many things, but I have my own stuff, and if anyone is going to break it or fuck it up or drinking it it will be me doing so, and they know that as I?ve drilled it into their heads. This includes drinking from my liquor stash of things I cannot buy in Thailand, like my good John Powers Irish whiskey, which they?d probably be giving/offering to the fucking Buddha statues in the house if I wasn?t there and they already didn?t know that if they touch my good booze there will be dire consequences to be experienced; that includes my Sambuca, my Amaretto, and my good Italian Chianti, as well as a couple other bottles of liquors I have stashed away. (A twelve year old bottle nice smooth Tequila and some other wines and liqueurs, as well as a good Vodka.) This also includes my laptop, my digital camera, my bass guitar and amplifier, my English language DVD?s and CD?s, my tools and weed-whacker, and my fucking toothbrush as well! Sharing with family is good and proper, but we all have our personal stuff that is OURS. They consider this a farang eccentricity, but have seen me extremely pissed off before, and truly do not want to see this more than once. It?s not a pretty sight, but when deserved I will let my anger show in no uncertain terms, and fuck Thai face and jai yen yen (cool heart). I am NOT Thai, woman. I?ll respect your culture; you?ll respect my privacy and personal things, which is part and parcel of my own goddamned culture. This culture shit goes both ways darling. End of story honey.

 

I?ve set limits on this Thai idea of sharing everything though with the family, close family or extended, especially extended. If I didn?t my good booze would be drunk up at some family gathering over chilies and sticky rice and I?d return from far away to an empty booze locker, a broken 20,000 baht bicycle that was a true pain in the ass to get over here, an un-tuned, nicked and dinged bass guitar, which also was a pain to get over here, and probably blown speakers in my amp as well, and likely a toothbrush that would look like someone used it to clean the fucking toilet or something equally gross. Why the hell anyone would use another person's toothbrush is truly beyond me.

 

There have been break-ins in the neighborhood. This young mafia boy is always the suspected culprit. Jeans and other clothing disappear from the occasional clothes line. Someone once stole one of my Lovebirds; the cages are now all locked. I am surprised they didn?t steal Booboo, my Myna bird, but he?d probably make such a racket he?d wake the entire neighborhood from a sound sleep, plus his bite, or peck, is a bit painful really. My home and the shop are well secured though, so there is little chance of a break-in really, and we let our friends and neighbors we trust know when we?ll be away so they can watch our property, and they do the same with us. It's sort of a neighborhood watch thing.

 

Mafia Boy stays in a shack of a house with his Granny down the soi and around the corner from us. A friend lives next door to them. Whenever there?s a break-in (some Thais still don?t understand the concept of home security I think, trusting in Buddha and other things to protect them from harm) Mafia Boy will take off for a week, or a few weeks, until the furor dies down, then he slides back into Granny?s house again after the money he got for the goods he stole is all spent on dope and riotous living with his gang of thieves brothers. He?s been sent to juvenile hall for a couple stays when he?s been caught red-handed, otherwise the cops can do little. I doubt they fingerprint the crime scenes anyway, although I do hope they?ve fingerprinted this little thief at least, for when he murders someone who comes home and catches him in the act at least. He likely carries a blade on him of some sort. He?s a piece of work, but Granny always takes him back. She?s his only family. Blood is thick in these here parts and she likely makes excuses for him and his mafia ways. Granny also runs a tiny shop from her shack of a house, nothing much, but some chips and snack foods, odds and ends really, and Lao Khao rice whiskey of course.

 

Recently the friend of mine who lives next door to Granny and Mafia Boy came and told us that Mafia Boy had waited the other night for his Granny to fall asleep, and while she slept he cleaned her out of all the stock she had in her shop, probably selling it to some fence who buys this sort of shit cheaply for his own shop and using the money for some cheap thrills the yaa bah (crazy drug, speed) gives him. We all agreed this was some low down nasty stuff the kid did. Imagine stealing from your own old sickly Granny? Disgusting behavior. He must have had accomplices, probably some of his gang friends with motocykes parked nearby. These drugs, this speed pill these kids smoke like crack, is some nasty stuff; extremely habit forming. But even that, stealing from your Granny! Our friend said if he saw the kid again he was going to talk with him about doing such a nasty thing to his own grandmother, who has taken him in and cared for him and fed and clothed him and kept him off the streets and living like a bum more than likely. (And there are many of these homeless bums to be seen in Thailand, usually drunks and drug users.)

 

A few weeks later Mafia Boy had run out of money, sensed the coast was clear and came back to stay once again with Granny, who for some reason forgave him and let him stay. (I doubt Granny called the cops on him. Rather she just whined to the neighbors and monks of her plight and some helped her out with some money to restock and survive.) My friend living next door saw him sitting out front of Granny?s place and went over and sat down and gave him a good Buddhist talking to. Telling him what a nasty little shit he was to have robbed his own grandmother like that and gave him hell.

 

We heard about this a couple of days later, when the friend was tearing his hair out and telling the neighborhood his house had been broken into and all his stuff stolen; TV, DVD player, some money, some jewelry, etc. They just took a crowbar to his back door, which is surrounded by some greenery and trees along the wall, and snapped his lock and carried it all off on motocykes. He was fucking livid! He knew it was Mafia Boy, getting him back for having the gall and the nerve to chastise him for stealing from his own grandmother. It was payback; a slap in the face, a fuck you asshole mind your own business show of bravado from Mafia Boy, the big tough gangbanger riding around the neighborhood scoping out something to steal on a child's bicycle, which was probably stolen.

 

One thing Mafia Boy might not know though is my friend has a few friends on the local police force, good friends, whom he was out drinking with the night his home was burglarized. They asked him what he wanted them to do once they found Mafia Boy. Arrest him? Throw him in Jail? Beat the living shit out of him, and then put him in jail?

 

My friend?s answer to them?

 

?No. I want him dead.? he told his friends the police. The loss of face for him is too much to bear.

 

I don?t doubt Mafia Boy will be in for a big surprise next time he shows his face around the neighborhood and Granny?s shop-house. I doubt he?ll live to see sixteen. Mafia Boy better party his ass off with the proceeds from this latest crime. He?s a dead man walking. These guys are dead serious, and I think one day soon we?ll hear that Mafia Boy is seriously dead. Likely from resisting arrest; or pointing a throw-away gun at some cops, or just found in some wooded weed overgrown field beaten and kicked to a pulp and left for dead.

 

It?s probably the best thing that could happen for his poor old Granny.

 

 

Cent

(The Central Scrutinizer)

 

 

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Rough Justice!

 

Works two ways, effective if you're on the right end, pretty rough on the other end. I think on the balance, I prefer our 'western style justice'.

 

But, what can you do?

 

Thanks Cent,

 

Good story, even when i know this one isn't a story!

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Here what strikes me in a wider sense, beyond the the obvious quality of this story, also alluded to by the previous poster, is the sometime equanamity and occasional satisfaction expressed on the board toward violent and final resolutions of wrongdoing...

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Romp,

 

Just telling the story. It is true, and it does show that justice in a third world country takes many forms, some not as 'civilized' as our own supposedly superior form of western style "justice". Whether they actually do one day kill this kid, or just give him a severe beating, or whatever, it shows that we are not living in Kansas here Dorothy. I would like to think that this Thai neighborhood friend will cool down and rescind his wish to have his gun-toting buddies slay the little thieving prick, but who knows. Maybe not. Hopefully the kid, who is Thai, and must realize what a loss of face it was what he did to this guy, just might be a bit dangerous, and maybe he'll not return, or maybe he used the money gained to finance a life of crime further away from Surin, with a bus ticket to a larger arena in Bangkok or some other big city where he can prey on the tourists instead, which would be much less dangerous for him, and probably more lucrative.

 

The story is just meant to show that consequences here can be far more dangerous and deadly than in the US, or UK, or Europe. This is Thailand. And yes, I do hope he never returns, for his Granny's sake, more so than for his own.

 

Oh, also, one thing Sis said to me about this that struck a chill down my spine. She said, "Some day I think he kill Grandmama when he is crazy from Yaa bah." She was dead serious when she said this.

 

Cent

 

p.s. One day soon I'll be doing a story on what I have heard about and seen myself how the Thai cops around here work, or don't work really, and what this means for the neighborhoods and people living here. Frontier and mob justice usually only take hold when there is little else one can do to protect their lives and property. When there is no true policing or police presence these things tend to happen more often than not. Isaan is NOT Bangkok or Pattaya, or like the other 'tourist' areas, where one is much better protected and policed. Get away from the farang ghettos and tourist traps and it's a whole different ballgame really.

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Ikkrang,

 

Yes, I prefer, well at times anyway, our western style of 'justice' myself. But then again the LOS isn't the west, and the west has it's own history of frontier justice and vigilante-ism. The LOS is still a third world country, and I believe about 30 to 50 years behind us in certain areas. Just look at the rampant corruption in the police forces. It was the same in the USA back in the thirties, forties, and even the fifties and sixties in a lot of the country. Thailand is still playing catch-up in a lot of areas really.

 

And I'll say one thing here, if you are waiting for the police here to come to your rescue when your life and property are at risk, you'll be dead, injured, or penniless before you ever see them. They are more a clean-up crew than a real police force and protectors of society. Hell, a lot of them are also preying on society themselves, and getting rich doing so themselves. Sometimes it's hard to tell the bad guys from the good guys here! :: :(:)

 

I've a few more stories to tell on these things here. All in good time.

 

Cent

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Romp,

 

Ah, you're commenting on the sometimes "lynch mob" mentality that occasionally rears it's head on the board? Understood. Mostly just an expression of outrage over something or another, and a blowing off of the steam of frustration I feel. Do it myself sometimes, but I doubt many here would be willing to actually cast that first blood drawing stone, or hold the hangman's rope with the offender's body twitching and choking and swaying in the breeze. You think? :) ::

 

Cent

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Josh,

 

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed. Thanks for taking the time to read it and get back to me. I hope you liked it better than the skin cancer posts? :D If you don't mind I'd like to discuss that one some more when I get some time. Just did about three hours of studying and homework and online class for the Tech Writer course. Pooped now. Thanks Josh.

 

Cent

 

BTW, don't ever try to use this board's options for bold and italics in anything lengthy you want to post. It's a true pain in the ass! :(

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