posted on Mar, 4 2013 @ 11:19 AM
I was bullied a lot growing up. I'm not the type of person that says "Oh, I dealed with it and you're good enough to deal with it too!" But the thing
is, there's such a thing as unintended consequences. So lets say we start locking up bullies and forcefully medicating them or throwing them into
therapy sessions or prosecuting their parents for gross negligence and removing their privilege to be parents and hence putting the bully into foster
care. Who knows what they'd do. What I'm afraid of are all the unknown variables. A lot of times we can look forward to a change in society and yet at
the same time there can be unknowns that hurt just as much as those other things helped. And sometimes these things stick and so society forever
changes and can't be reversed.
There were some bullies that were just the type that ganged up and used verbal assault. Then there were the kinds that were physical. They were the
tougher kids. Just their presence would send shivers down your spine because they were the real shiz. Like WMD. Your mind screams SOS. If I was a kid
at that school, I'd be tormented by fears of that bully if he's not taught how his actions were wrong. It could be that this punch leading to a death
was purely accidental. I doubt that his punch is any more dangerous than anybody else. But.... I recall getting punched in the nose in grade school. I
didn't die. I had basketballs thrown at my head several times in school. I never died. I recall seeing a couple fist fights. None of them lasted long
because we had aides that were watching and/or teachers that could stop it. I even recall a couple fights being stopped by the students themselves. In
fact, I tried to stop a fight between two older kids when I was in preschool. (One of my better memories is when I was being teased and one of the
bigger kids (who was also teased because he had mild down syndrome) came over to stop it. I'll always remember his courage and yet I painfully
remember a few years later in high school while waiting for the buses some of the bully-types would tease him. I wasn't brave enough to stop it
because these were bigger guys and it was in full view of other students because we were waiting for the buses after school ended. Thankfully, some
10-15+ years later, even though he has mild down syndrome, he has managed to hold a few jobs. I've seen him a couple times. I hope he's still doing
Nobody died from a fight in all the years I was attending school. Kids would be suspended. Some of them probably got a serious come down
from their parents. Some probably had some scarred memories of it. And others, like me, come away with a bittersweet memory of school that has some
good and bad moments.
If they prosecute this kid and all he did was throw a normal but astronomically rare punch that just happened to kill the other kid by mistake, it
could have more damaging consequences than if they were to go into with more caution. If it were me, I'd be careful about coming down too hard on the
bully. Because how're we going to stop ALL fist fights? Sounds wrong to me. I don't want to live in a world where kids are so controlled that fights
never break out. That creeps me out. I'm a liberal, not a conservative. People should control their impulses. But things will NEVER be perfect. If
perfect then is that not creepy to you? It scares me. It's not human.
To all my tormenters in school, I forgive you. I realize we were just kids. In fact, I saw how many of you grew up and surpassed me in most ways. Some
of you even have families now. Don't regret your actions. I know that this world ain't perfect. And for that matter, I was really weird and maybe
sometimes I deserved it. However, if you can find a place in your mind to say sorry, please do.
edit on 4-3-2013 by jonnywhite because: (no