Naked Guy Causing Chaos Downtown—But Somehow I’m the Villain?

This afternoon on 3rd and Davis, I saw a naked man lying in the middle of the street jerking off. Then he got up, walked over to a silver pickup truck, blocked it, and started kicking and punching it. The driver, an older woman, was trapped and terrified.

I ran over and pepper-sprayed him to get him away from her truck, but instead of backing down, he climbed onto the hood and then lay on top of the pickup like it was his bed. The police arrived soon after, and an ambulance came to take him away.

But what really got to me were the people across the street filming the whole thing, yelling at me for stepping in and at the cops for doing their job. The guy wasn’t arrested—just restrained and taken to get help.

I’m struggling to understand how stopping a guy from harassing someone makes me the bad guy. At what point does "documenting for justice" just become performative BS?