ah yes, John-san, the issue is being arrested or shot at by New York's finest, not to mention its weight -- which I was told emulated the real Lewis gun. I think I'll just post some photos...it's safer for all of us.
Jean-Marc,
Wise move. I had NYPD point their guns at me twice in my life. It is no fun almost getting ventilated. Once was in a case of mistaken identity. It is true that Asians do look a like. LOL. The time was in the early 70's. Just like in the song "Heartbreaker" by the Rolling Stones I could of ran because of fear when NYPD almost ran me down with their squad car late one night. Fight or flee: it is just instinct.
These cops wanted revenge. The only thing I can figure is that another Asian from the neighboring town like Kung-Fued a cop. These cops were really scare of me, they warned me not to move too fast or they would shoot, and it was a really deadly situation. BTW back in the early 70's there were not many Asians in the U.S. and NYC like there is now. Back then I kinda was like E.T.: from another planet because I really stood out so much.
Another time in the mid 70's again the NYPD had their guns trained on me. It was in a McDonalds that was getting robbed and one of the perps was standing directly behind me. It was kinda surreal because it was not like on TV when the cops come in to break up a robbery with their guns drawn and yell freeze. Back then in the seventies overall it was kinda a free for all: this was the culture: laws were kinda just guidelines. So when the police yell freeze everyone hits the floor because in the next moment bullets are going to fly. The only exceptions to the above sentence is if the cops are pointing their guns at you.
Luckily the perp did not have the pistol in his hand (it was on top of the pile of money emptied from the safe in a cardboard box) or otherwise I would of likely been either a hostage or "collateral damage."
In the robbery there was a shot fired before the police arrived and one of the managers got pistol whipped bady because he would not open the safe.
Later I saw this manager get revenge. He jumped the stainless steel counter and threw down the handcuffed robber that had beaten him. A cop stood there watching as Hector repeatedly kicked the man laying on the floor, but eventually, again in a rather surreal manner, told Hector in a very gentle manner in a soft voice while just so easily barely touching his shoulder said, "That's enough."
The way it was spoken though had very mixed meanings because it was as if the cop was giving Hector permission to kick the robber one more time, almost like an encouragement, like really saying make this last kick count. I laugh now because it was very much like an unarmed British cop saying, "Stop now or I'll raise my voice and shout louder."
Cal
