On bringing a knife to a gun fight

3 05 2011

I mentioned in an earlier post my wife’s great-grandfather, Rene Broussard. From the looks of it, he was half-white and half-Creole (mixed blood), and was, as already mentioned, quite wealthy for his time. He also taught himself to read English (most people were still speaking French in that part of Louisiana at that point). He also like to dabble in the “black arts”.

According to family lore, one day, Mr. Broussard got into an argument with another man when that man pulled a gun on him and fired five times at point blank range. Mr. Broussard had drawn his knife and came at him, and not one of the bullets hit him. He then gutted that man in the stomach with his blade, killing him instantly.

Now why did none of the bullets hit Mr. Broussard? Well, you see, Mr. Broussard had cut out pages of the magical diagrams from the Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses and pinned them to his body under his clothes for protection. He came out of the fight unscathed.

The moral of the story: sometimes you can bring a knife to a gun fight, depending on what else you happen to be packing.

Kids, don’t try this at home.