And it’s exactly those kind of policies that are wrong. If it’s demonstrably self defense, then why just blindly tell a kid to go along with school policy and do nothing when they’re getting their ass kicked and could stop it, potentially, if they defended themselves?
IMO, this is exactly the wrong attitude to take. If the school policy is crappy, work to change it.
I find it absolutely ridiculous to think that a person has to endure an assault rather than take the necessary steps to stop it. Self defense is not murder, and the only type of homicide that I could see a reasonable force measure of self defense called is justifiable homicide.
Lest you think that I was blameless in this, he and I were both 13 years old and in the eighth grade, and this happened on a public street after school (the bus had dropped us off), and he was up to his usual asshole behavior of name calling and getting in close to taunt. I was returning the shots pretty good verbally, but I decided at some point that he was really bothering me and shoved him. I made first contact, and I was wrong for that.
Verbal should’ve either been kept verbal, or I should’ve ignored him. I didn’t, I pushed him, and he clocked me in the eye. Scuffle broke up on its own, and I went home to tell momsix and dadsix about EvilBoy and they both scolded me for having initiated physical contact.
At school it might’ve been possible, and teachers certainly did try to discourage that behavior and punish the offenders when they saw it, in classes, in the halls, at lunch and at recess. The principal of my middle school ran a very tight ship. On the public street, there was nobody but the group of neighborhood kids that got off at the same bus stop.
It was the last physical fight (aside from the time I was raped) that I was ever in. Beyond that, the knowledge that I would defend myself if someone hit me and my ability (which I had to learn) to turn back insults on someone else seemed to make my life a lot easier. Did it suck that there were kids that made it necessary? Of course it did. Learning to counter them also made me a stronger person, though.
This one lived with his grandmother who believed that her little Good Son could do no wrong, and refused to believe that he was EvilBoy even when he stole from her. Eventually all the neighborhood kids learned that we could exert our own brand of peer pressure - ostracizing him - and neutralize his power as a bully by standing together. He lashed at one of us, no one would speak to him. Unpleasant results for him meant we saw less and less of him and he just stuck around with the theives and eventually disappeared. No one I know from back there has heard from him in at least eight years.