Who’s Tougher: You or the Bad Hombre?
by Mark Hatmaker
Let’s
talk “Scarface” Al Capone, Gangs of New York, dirty tactics, boxing and
wrestling, and the focused “training of the bad element” that is, people
who have a vested interest in training harder than much of the dabbling
some of us allow to pass for mock hardness.
First,
a bit of info passed along to me by more than one friend in the law
enforcement profession. [Names of officers and contemporary gangs will
be excised from this tale. But, all 100% Bonafide true stories.]
Beginning,
oh, a decade or two ago friends on this side of right have related to
me that upon raiding various and sundry biker hang-outs, gangbanger
residences and like abodes that in addition to what is considered
contraband they often find fight training material. [At a Boot Camp
sometime, ask me about a couple of curious encounters I had with certain
elements who wanted to schedule something a little less…just ask me,
but do it in person.]
I
was told these stories by Law Enforcement Pros because some of my DVD
titles were there. I always inquired who else, and the laundry list of
squared away cadre always included a stable of straight-talking sorts
with an eye on reality.
What was not included: Anything sportive, traditional, flashy, showy or that reeked of choreography.
Now
myself, and these other gents whose titles found their way to these
dens/clubhouses/Halls of “Learning,” we offer our ministrations in aid
of self-defense on the right side of the line, self-edification, and, in
my case, a bit of historical recreational fun.
I
mention all this not to say, “Yay! Biker Endorsement!” But for what
philosopher Nassim Taleb would call “The Graveyard of Invisible
Evidence.”
I asked what other titles were included not for ego props but to see what the enemy has an eye on.
It is never in-depth kata material, internal kung fu, systema, and seldom is it sport oriented beyond an MMA title or two.
Almost invariably the consumption is rough-around-the-edges street-ready material.
This
telling bit of Intel lets us know that those in the trenches of
perpetrating mayhem have little to no use for theory and or bounded
domains [sport applications.]
If [If] we proclaim ourselves street/reality focused, we would be well advised to take heed of our enemies’ tastes.
I now draw your attention to the fact that this phenomenon is nothing new.
Gangs,
gangsters, motorcycle clubs on the fringes, and all of the other
pockets of borderline behavioral association value hardmen, able
scufflers, or as one Scottish lawman told me, “They value bonny fechters.” [Good fighters.]
Possession or Use
Now mere possession of a training implement does not make one adept. We all know that.
We
all have YouTube tutorials available on every possible subject in our
pockets and yet I see no corresponding rise in actual ability. Mere
possession of information is nada.
Let’s
look to the waters we law-abiding training ones swim in. There are
faaaaaaaar more consumers of the aforementioned YouTube fight tutorials
than folks who ever swing a fist at a bag.
There
are copious members/commentors of the “Squared Away, Fight All the
Way!” league tapping away at keys on social media forums for more seated
rounds than ever pound bags, hit the mat, or swing a cudgel.
How many of these do you think put ass on mat? Hand in glove? If any time at all, how often? How long is that training session?
You
get my drift, and if you’ve been alive and awake in these waters you
are cognizant that on the right side of the justice line there are more
in the theory-laden and sportive end of the pool than in the deep waters
of “OK, this is real” and even fewer who test that reality off of
high-dive platforms.
Use and Utility Over Mere Exposure or Possession of Information
The key info to know when eyeing an enemy is what armament do they possess?
In today’s lesson we are discussing the unarmed armament.
Question #2…
How adept are they at using that armament?
With
adept we must never forget the fact that often mere use of said
armament, any use at all, is often way more than the defender has ever
had.
Gun shy, trigger-wincing, “How will this go in the mix?” never goes away, but it is diminished by exposure.
With
that said, who do you think has been in tougher spots more often, the
law-abiding reality-combat student, or the on-the fringe-biker gang
member?
Who
do you think has experienced more confrontations, the person who has
read numerous essays on the OODA Loop or the ambitious kid from South
Central?
To Know Wicked Tactics, Look to the Wicked
I
have discussed the remarkable overlap between kosher tacticians and
outlaw players of the seemingly same game but with violently different
adjustments many times. In mob parlance, some of the able adjusters were
called Street Dentists.
Men who were able boxers, able wrestlers, able scufflers, but something a bit more than that.
From the early days of rough and tumble to now, boxing+, all-in scuffling, boombattle, etc. are valued knowledge, valued skills.
Concerted Deliberate Practice
We
would be on somewhat level playing fields if our gangbangers who
possessed instructional material approached it in the same manner than
many fight GIF swappers approach their own training but…
My selfsame law enforcement insiders tell me that the possession of the material is not the end. It is utilized. It is honed.
To
keep current names out of the game, let us look at a few historical
examples of outlaws honing illegal tactics in a most decidedly organized
manner as one would expect from organized crime.
Let’s talk Al “Scarface” Capone.
The
short version of the story is Capone came up brawling in the Five
Points Gangs of New York. He was noted for slinging hands, busting heads
and his “boxer’s feet.”
This
abridged version of the tale leads us to believe that natural ability
and simply engaging in street-scufflin’ is all one needs for improving a
skill-set.
Let’s dig a little deeper.
Capone did indeed engage in numerous street scuffles as a member of the early rough and rowdy gangs of New York.
His
actual gang was a smaller outfit called the James Street Gang. This
gang was headed by a young Johnny Torrio, also of later mob notoriety.
If
you’ve seen Martin Scorsese’s film Gangs of New York you are likely
familiar with the largely Irish gangs—the Dead Rabbits, the Plug Uglies,
and the Whyos.
Another large and powerful gang was the Five Pointers which was predominantly Italian.
It was headed by one dapper individual named Paul Kelly.
Not exactly an Italian name there. Kelly’s actual name was Paolo Antonini Vaccarelli.
Kelly/Vaccarelli
was an experienced and successful bantamweight prizefighter. He used
his winnings to bootstrap and bolster his criminal enterprises.
Kelly was also idolized by many young hoods, Johnny Torrio and Capone among them.
Kelly
offered tips and tactics of the legitimate fight game in which he was
well skilled—a Bridgeport Herald newspaper article of 1897 refers to him
as one of the "fastest and cleanest little boxers in the business."
He could fight clean but…
Kelly
also made additions that made the game street-ready for the “thrash in
the street” that was commonplace to the gig of being in a gang. The
Five-Pointers were noted for their eye-gouging in the clinch tactics.
[Keep
in mind, the story I am telling is not isolated. The history of boxers,
wrestlers, rough ‘n’ tumblers evolving and expanding the game in
methodical ways to aid and abet the less than savory are numerous. We
are telling merely one tale in timeline today.]
Capone was part of this eager-to-learn cadre of young hoods, he avidly participated in these lessons.
Capone
would go on to perfect his game working as a doorman, bouncer, security
enforcer and labor slugger. [There are many tales to tell here
but…another day.]
Flash
forward to Capone becoming the biggest gangster in Chicago. Capone no
longer had a need to get his hands dirty, but he still did on
occasion—the infamous Indian club incident comes to mind. [The story has
been altered to say Capone wielded a baseball bat, as we see in the
film The Untouchables. Those in the know say, “Nah, it was an Indian
club.”
A piece of exercise gear. Why was that on hand?
Capone,
like his idol Paul Kelly, well, according to crime journalist Fred
Pasley, at Capone’s headquarters at the Metropole Hotel in Chicago,
there were two rooms equipped with punching bags, horizontal bars,
trapezes, rowing machines and other such devices that his staff was
expected to get a regular work out within.
“They followed a schedule of training as methodical as that of college football athletes...”
He goes on to say…
“Experience
had taught him [Capone] that their professional value, based on that
quality commonly described as nerve, was in direct ratio to their
physical fitness. It might be only the imperceptible tremor of a
trigger-finger, or the slightest moment in any of a score of unforeseen
emergencies; yet the cost of the lapse would have to be reckoned in
lives and money.” Al Capone: The Biography of a Self-Made Man [1930]
There
is a contingent within the less than savory side of life that takes
mayhem seriously. Both the training and the education of this mayhem.
To
confuse this version of boxing, wrestling, and scuffling with the
version we law-abiding squares often mistake for “fighting dirty” is a
grave error indeed.