Haven't been on this thread in a while. Been busy doing important stuff.....reading other threads.
Wasn't going to post this, it's different than the norm and will probably get some tsk, tsks, probably won't read well in print, but it worked in real life, year after year. So, anyway...
I never did a self defense seminar for people other than Martial Artists, military and cops. But I did a lot of short self defense courses for Corporate America in the eighties, (that's where the money was, helped support the dojo) in and around the Boston area, a few in Providence Rhode Island. They were four to six week courses, twice a week, an hour and a half each class. They were after work for the employees of the hiring company, once in while they were during their work hours. The company provided the area to teach. It was real good money, and I usually had an assistant or two, a lot of times my wife.
Made lots of cash. But I stopped doing them, used the old "scheduling conflicts" excuse instead of the truth - "you're wasting your money, I don't think they're helping in the way you want them to." I was feeling guilty, irresponsible even.
What they wanted, what everyone wants (I think so, anyway) is to learn to fight off an attacker(s). I just don't think it can be done in six weeks. I felt like it was a disservice. I did start doing some courses in crime prevention, along with cops from different departments, though. I think the information helped more than what I had been doing before. Maybe if I had an idea of what fighting on the ground was about back then, it could have been different, better, more complete. But I had no experience there until the early nineties, so I don't know.
Then I got called and asked to speak to a girls graduating high school that was heading away to college. So I did, didn't accept any cash, did it as a public service. I had been recommended by a former student who had ties to the school. I guess he told them what to expect. (but, surprisingly, they asked me anyway) I ended up doing these frequently.
I'd show up, dressed a certain way, very polite, quiet and smiling. It was usually a large group of young women, two or three graduating senior classes from several schools. Three or four hundred kids. They knew I was in law enforcement and taught self defense. A dozen or so teachers and administrators, from the attending schools, were standing around the walls. I made it a point to introduce myself to all staff before it started, chatting about this and that, trying to make them comfy.
I would address the girls with a quick intro, very straight laced, wishing them well on their way to college, such an important time of their lives blah, blah, blah. By this point they figured I was as boring as their least favorite teacher. I'd usually be on a stage, at a podium, but then I'd start to walk around, making the kids a little uncomfortable. (no microphone)
"As I've stated, I work as a federal law enforcement officer. In my duties we work with people in the Behavioral Sciences. They've taught us a lot. We profile people. We learn warning signs, eye signals, postures - we read "the tells". Then I'd go into a couple minute spiel about "tells".
"What I'd like to share with you today is a one hundred percent, foolproof method of determining if a young man is lying to you. There is a "tell". And this tell is ALWAYS there, and this tell is NEVER wrong." (pause for dramatic effect as my voice rose)
"And, I promise, I'm going to share that information with you. You will all know and remember it before you leave today. But, first, let's talk about something else. Let's talk about men." Giggles, rustling in the seats, a cheer or two, as I turn my back and walk towards the stage again, then turn.
"Every man that has ever met you since you were twelve years old has thought about f-king you. Every single one, even if it's only for a hundredth of a second. It's what they do, it's what they are, it's biologically hard wired."
And, yes, that's the word I always used, pure shock value, pure truth. And if you don't think I have one hundred percent of their attention by now, you don't know young women. And believe it or not, once their surprise and shock wore off, now I had their trust. (I've spoken to many of these young women, years later)
"And now you're going away to a new place, a new school, with new men you don't know. Wouldn't it be a good idea to know that "tell" I mentioned, to KNOW when a young man is lying to you? So, what do you look for, what is that one indicator that the young man is one hundred percent lying to you?
"His LIPS ARE MOVING. If his lips are moving, he is lying his *** off."
There is much laughter at this point, some applause, and the teachers, who looked like they were going to stroke out a minute ago, almost start to relax. Almost.
"So lets talk about crime against women. Preventing crime and fighting against crime. Do you know what a sexual predator looks like?" I walk around pointing at various girls, "Do you know, do you, how about you?"
"He looks like me. He looks like your best friend. He looks like your teacher, your neighbor, your mailman, your favorite cousin, He looks like everyone and anyone you know. He is usually sweet, charming and witty. Sometimes he's really cute, a big shot at school, the kind of guy you want to be around, the kind of guy you want to be seen with."
"I'm sure you've all heard about court case that involve sexual assault. Where the woman said no, and things were supposed to stop. Close proximity is not the place to say stop. If you're already on thin ice in the middle of a river, it's far more difficult to stay safe and warm than if you didn't drive your car onto that ice in the first place. (I'm walking away at this point, then quickly turn and mimic a girl) "But Jenny said it was okay"!" (laughter) We all have friends who said it was (air quotes) "okay", don't we ladies?" (eating out of my hand at this point)
Let's talk about other things you've heard in the news, about sexual assault against unconscious women. There's really only two ways to become unconscious, on your own, or by somebody else.
ON YOUR OWN......do you really want to get so drunk you couldn't save your best friend or little brothers life if all you had to do was pick up a phone? So drunk that you couldn't run out a door if the building caught fire? Really, is that what you want? (then I say, "Don't answer that!")
Let's talk about unconscious by somebody else's hand. Somebody spikes your drink. You get a roofie. This is kind of a new phenomena, ya? Didn't have to deal with it in my day. (I usually walk around with my head down for a few seconds)
Do you know when Phohibition was? (then I usually ask if they know WHAT it was)
Prohibition started in 1920. My father was a bartender since BEFORE prohibition. He warned me about spiked drinks when I was a kid. He was warned about it by older bartenders when
he was a young man. So, new? Not hardly. More prevalent? Probably, or maybe we just hear about it more because there's more media. So when that slick young thing that's making you swoon, asks you, can I get you a drink? what was the tell that made you know he was lying???? Together, now, ladies, his....and they all yell out LIPS ARE MOVING!"
This goes on for about an hour. Talking about drink safety, driving safety, walking safety, room security, knowing your campus, your friends and your frenemies. We talk about "secondary crime scenes". (One of the scariest words in Law Enforcement.) we talk about their summers, dating boys, watching how those young men treat their moms, their sisters their friends, if they're nicer to the cute girls than they are to others - because they're going to treat you in exactly the same two-faced way. And watch their lips, ladies, if they're moving, they're - and I'd point to the group, and they all yell the answer.
We talk about anything and everything, there's questions and answers, and the only way to answer them is with the truth. And by the time the Q and A part of it comes, you've been so open, they'll know if you're lying.
The first class I did was so well received, I was called back the next year. The place was packed, standing room only, people crammed in everywhere. Even some parents. And the local news was there (not in a bad way) but we (principle and administrators and myself) wouldn't let them in until the first part - with unconventional language, was over.
Probably couldn't do it that way today, probably get in trouble, and I don't encourage anyone to use the language I used - you have to know how to do that, there's a certain knack to it. But it's the way I always taught my own female students, and the way I always will.