Many year later in life I lived in Manhattan, where you could literally have a frail old lady being beat up in front of a crowd of grown men and everyone would either pretend they didn't see anything or at most pull out their phones to record it.
I don't know what my old town is like today, but a few years ago I was on a bus in Latin America far from any large cities and a pickpocket robbed someone, the passengers on the bus seized the guy, beat him up, striped him naked, and the bus driver slowed down and opened the door while they shoved him out onto the curb.