It's is quite sad and yet interesting to see and feel the reality of "Mugging" The narrator of the story was just simply trying to get from point a to point be soaking up his surroundings as he walked along. Never did he expect, that what he saw as innocent men were his worst nightmare for the evening.
" Walked past a taxicab controlling the bottle strewn cub-/
past the young fellows with their umbrella handles & canes
leaning against the ravaged Buick-/and as I looked at the crowd
of kids on the stoop-a boy stepped up, put his arm round my neck/
tenderly as I thought for a moment, squeezed harder, his umbrella
handle against my skull,/and his friends took my arm, and a young
Puerto Rican companion tripped his foot 'gainst my ankle-" (Line 11-15)
Fear of course is what came to the narrator's mind but not fear of being hurt as much as loosing the prized poems he had in his brown bag. It's funny to think that of all things that should be running through a person's head during a time like this should be the fear of loosing their life. It is said to him if he's quite and just gives them all the money he has they'll leave him alone to which he replied "Om Ah Hum there isn't any"' (Line 28) Yet at the end of the poem as the disappointed robbers leave the narrator stands up to see the damage that has been left not physically but emotionally. He looks down to the brown bag that the robbers did not make off with with relief in his soul for inside the bag were his most prized possessions. Inside were his poems which were deemed to be worth the 10.000 dollars that was in there but what to him ment so much more. So again I say it is quite sad to thing that one cannot step outside in their neighborhood for fear of being mugged but quite interesting to see that in this case the reality was he had the money but his strength to not reveal or give in to the fear of loosing his life saved and preserved his great work that will now live on even after he's gone.
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