Incidents like this…

…remind me of why I believe in Just War.

They also remind me of one of my favorite stories about my late mother-in-law, the feisty Pat Humiston, God rest her soul. She was a Brooklyn gal too and knew how to take care of herself in that pre-feminism 1940s Barbara Stanwyck way.

Once, she was riding on a packed subway and suddenly felt a hand going where hands ought not to go. Making a quick calculation as to which foot belonged to that hand, she placed the (very hard) heel of her shoe over the instep of that foot and bore down in it with all her weight.

The hand whipped away and did not return.

Brooklyn women. Gotta love ’em.