That's my dad.

Fist fights were a regular occurrence in my childhood home. One time, my brother had me by my shirt collar, repeatedly punching me in the face. He was a lot bigger than me, and I couldn't get away. Our father walked into the kitchen, saw James punching me in the face (my face was already bloody), and said, "What are you doing?? Put up your hands! Block him!"

He didn't stop my brother from hitting me, but he did yell at me for not protecting myself.