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A Bully Took My Lunch Money: I remember a kid in elementary school. He was bigger than me in size, and I was not a small kid. He kept stealing my milk ticket every morning. It was a constant incoming assault on my provision, health and my families finances. I recall running out of milk tickets in 1/2 the time I should have because I had to replace it every time it was stolen. After a few vocal confrontations, the assaults seemed to escalate. He now wanted my lunch ticket. This was for my food. A few days of further assaults got physical. He pushed me one day as I refused to give my lunch ticket up. I was a patient and respectful student. I knew the consequences of violence in school, I had some experience there. So I restrained myself for a week or so. All my classmates saw this attack daily and did nothing to intervene. Perhaps they were scarred or thought, this has nothing to do with me. Anyway, I didnt expect them to handle my problems. For whatever reason, perhaps even justified by my antagonist, he persisted daily. I recall the day he told me to give up my tickets. I refused and he shoved me again. I said nothing to justify my actions, I simply knocked the crap out of him. One upper-cut. A few jabs and a solid kick to the solar-plexes as he went down, left him breathless, bloody (a bit) and on his back. Now, every student and teacher wanted to put themselves in the middle of this dispute that had been going on for weeks (long long time for a fourth grader). Teachers seemed to fly in from every corner of the school. One student is bloody and barley breathing. The other is standing with tickets in his hand and a little grin of gratification, knowing that 4th grade justice had been extended. I was quickly contained, sequestered (boycotted) and taken to the authorities (the principal). I was punished for defending my borders after weeks of assaults. From the perspective of the teachers, I was at fault. From my fellow students who knew, they privately agreed with my actions and publicly disdained them. From my fathers perspective, the one that really matters, he asked, What happened? A true inquiry. I explained the whole situation to my father. He said, you should have knock him out weeks ago, but Im proud of you for your restraint. The only force my classmate understood, was violence. He wouldnt reason, negotiate, understand or even discuss it. He felt that what was in my possession was his and he was going to take it by assault or any means necessary. He succeeded for a while, which justified his actions to continue. Even though all knew what he was doing was wrong they stood by idle. I mean, it wasnt their lunch he was taking. I was never bothered again by that boy. I do believe that those who stood by where the newest victims of their passivity. He seemed to go down the pecking order and steered clear of me all the way through highschool. We see the blood and the aftermath of an assault and have to understand whats going on. Are you the teacher, the passive student, the bully, me or the principal in regard to the #Israel and #Palestinian situation? Just a question. Think. PS. If you are the passive student, just remember, the bully-group will eventually come for your lunch. Who will help you then?
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 13:49:19 +0000

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