Thanks for starting this thread, neutron star. I was thinking of doing so myself when I saw it.
I was next to the bottom of the pecking order in my school until 11th grade (age 15), and bottom of the pecking order for the last two years. The girl who was below me was my best friend. I’ll call her S for this thread. As I’ve said elsewhere, she had mild handicaps, including a speech impediment, and she had to wear a back brace. I met her in kindergarten; she’d been held back a year because she was too weak to get on the school bus. Now, 11 years of sticking up for my friend left me a pretty tough cookie. S wasn’t as fortunate. We both worked out early on that crying only made it worse, but she couldn’t help it. She had a nervous breakdown the summer between 10th and 11th grade.
Sorry, chula, I cannot agree with the idea that she deserved what she got. She was a genuinely nice person who is less capable of cruelty than any human being I’ve ever met. That very inability to retaliate made her even more of a target. She also didn’t have the physical strength to fight off bullying, and neither of us had the skills to fight off the backbiting, gossip, and “Today you’re my friend; tomorrow you’re not” that some girls do. S was pulled out of that school that summer, and she didn’t return. She would have been able to attend graduation with the rest of our class. She didn’t because she was afraid she’d be put down, and I’m certain she would have.
As for your humble CJ’ (pronounced “Seige” in this case), I had 11 years of protecting my best friend from bullies. I thought I failed. I attempted suicide the autumn after S’s breakdown, and, in a desparate attempt to get help, to get things to stop, I confessed to that attempt later that year in a Social Studies class. The bullying got worse. Before that happened, I ate lunch standing up because no one would let me sit next to them; I rode the bus standing up for the same reason. When S and I were on the same bus (not every year), I’d take advantage of being quick and fairly athletic and get seats for both of us. I usually succeeded. I could not walk down a hallway without being insulted. For me to smile at someone was considered an insult; if a fellow had had the courage to date me, he would also have become a target of ridicule. As a matter of principle, I would have turned him down. After my confession, in my nice, safe suburban town, back around 1980, a kid pulled a knife on me. I didn’t see who. I just saw the knife. I was also too beaten down to report it. Why should I? Experience told me nothing would have been done.
Twenty years later, I like the fact that I have a tendency to mount my white chargere and go tilting at windmills, and that I will give anyone a chance. As I’ve said innumerable times, I’m in therapy for clinical depression. One of the things I’ve been slowly realizing is I’m not the unlikable, unlovable, worthless, stupid, ugly person I believed I was when I graduated from high school. That self image is slowly fading. Still, I’m always pleasantly surprised when I read that one of you wonderful people like me. I will not regret defending S, but I do admit it scarred me horribly.
So, getting back to the OP at long last, I’ll admit that a certain amount of teasing and establishing the pecking order is natural. I think, however, that schools have an obligation to see when it’s getting out of hand. Just as a hint, a kid confessing suicide, or eating lunch on top of the radiator when there are a lot of empty seats should be a pretty good indication that things are going too far.
Oh yes, one reason I do, it feels like constantly, argue for homosexuals is there was a fellow who has been my friend since 5th grade, and who stood by me in public during those last two awful years. About 5 years ago, he rather hesitantly told me he was gay. With all due respect to those who don’t share my views, nothing on this earth will be able to convince me that this man who took a risk to be my friend is any less “morally straight” than the people who made my life a living hell.
Excuse me. This has been long and more emotional than usual for me, but this is a subject I feel particularly strongly about. I was lucky to survive my experience of being bullied, and I would give all I have to prevent someone else from going through what my best friend and I did.
CJ