I studied judo for four years in Japan at a time when choke holds and torsion techniques were still taught. In, I think it was 1960, at the world judo tournament at the Kodokan in Tokyo, world judo headquarters, Anton Geesink, an over six foot tall, over 200 pound giant won the world judo championship and stunned the Judo world. It was the first time a non-Japanese had ever even come close to winning the world judo championship. Arguments raged in the judo world. The purists (the old guys) maintained if your technique was pure it didn’t matter how big your opponent was, you would prevail. Those were the same guys who thought Yamato Damashii (Japanese fighting spirit) would overcome machine guns and heavy artillery. We all know how well that worked out.
The younger guys who were actually on the floor competing retorted that it didn’t matter how pure your spirit was, size mattered. At that time there were no weight categories. The judoka faced all comers from 100 pound junior high school kids to 5’8" 200 pound fireplugs.
Today, we recognize that size and weight do matter and judo is divided into weight classes. Facing all comers was okay when most of the comers were the same nationality and most of them were all about the same size. With giant Dutchmen and equally giant Russians, Mongolians and other nationalities known for being oversized, it only makes sense to have weight categories.
Not only does size matter, but age and physical capability matter even more. At my age 80+ and with my bad knees, I don’t care how good my technique is and how pure my spirit is, I am a target victim. Any criminal seeing me hobbling along with my cane figures I am a soft target. So I have alternative means. I have a cane. Not a light weight easy to carry cane, but a cane made from a heavy African tree that is 3/4 of an inch in diameter. Everyone who picks it up comments on how heavy it is. That’s immediately at hand. I also carry the Kimber pepper spray gun. It is good to 20 feet according to the Kimber folks. I have other less than instantly lethal implements to enhance the cane and the pepper spray. And finally, I have Mr. Colt’s device which really made all men equal.
At my age and with my physical disabilities, I am not about to go mano a mano with some 25 year old punk who is over six feet and over 200 pounds. And with my physical disabilities there is the disparity of force that comes into play. I am going to do my level best to avoid any kind of confrontation, but sometimes it can’t be avoided. Recently a woman was knocked down and her purse stolen in the shopping center that I frequent. I don’t know her physical condition but reportedly she is forty years younger than I. Even if she can’t fight, I am quite positive that lacking any physical disabilities, she more than likely can run twice as fast as I at a minimum. I am about as fast and steady on my feet as a four year old. So if it is a four year old mugger, I may be able to outrun him. Any older and not chance.
If the pepper spray doesn’t deter a potential mugger, multiple 9mm 124 grain hollow points just might do the trick.
Just displaying a firearm doesn’t always deter. Ask any patrol cop how many times this week someone has offered to insert the officer’s firearm in a body cavity of the officer. If it hasn’t happened at least once, he must be patrolling Mayberry.
There are a great many folk who need a force multiplier and they are better off working on their force multiplier technique than spending time in the gym trying to learn how to beat Anton Geesink. By the way, he never competed in the world judo tournament again. I guess it was, “Okay, been there, done that. I’m done.”