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To give you a little background, my father took off in the Spring of 1962 a couple of months before my 7th birthday. I was in the hospital at the time having just had my tonsils taken out. No great shakes normally, but my sister and I were severe bleeders. When my sister had hers out around 1950, she damn near bled to death. The only reason I didn't was because my parents warned the doctors.
While I was in the hospital, my father told my mother that he was going on a retreat, flew down to Alabama for a quickie divorce, flew out to LA and was married to my step-mother before my mother even knew that she was divorced. Given the terms of his Alabama divorce, my father was technically a bigamist and my mom could have put his ass in jail whenever she pleased. Since this was the early 60s, a "deadbeat dad" was called an "up & coming take no prisoners young business executive".
In 1962, Irish Catholics DID NOT get divorces. Any divorced woman was automatically considered to be a "hot to trot hoochie mama".
I tell you this to set up what happened to me. When I was in Catholic schools, nuns would occasionally make the snide remarks that for the longest time I didn't understand. From about 4th grade I was called names (including some hateful homophobic terms that we all know and that I won't repeat). I had some verbal fights and arguments because I would always talk back. The worst offender was an asshole in my 5th grade class named "clint" (fictional name, changed to protect the shit head that I haven't seen since 1970).
"clint" liked to constantly needle and nag me about my "dead father" & "slut mother". At recesses and lunch and on the way to and from school, he and his cronies were on me constantly! There were only a few sporadic physical scuffles, but I was always being verbally badgered and tortured. I had a level of hatred in my heart that no child should have ever had.
The blow up came during this awful tradition that Catholic schools had at the time called the May Procession. We were all lined up by size and side by side. As we were walking the route to the church, "clint" was behind me over my right shoulder. The SOB wouldn't stop badgering me about, you guessed it, my "dead father" & "slut mother". My mother's boyfriend took a photo as we were walking by. The look on my face was a look that I can only get when I am far and away beyond rage. My mother later told me that she almost crossed over to take me out of line then and there because she knew I was close to blowing.
Now I don't claim to be a particularly unique person, but what happened next is probably something very rare in the unstoried lore of the May Procession. I finally exploded going up the center aisle of the church. While there were 2000+ school children singing "Ave Maria", I turned around, jumped on "clint" and started to beat the living shit out of him. While the nuns were running toward be like a troop of black robed rambos, I was punching "clint's" face and banging his empty of anything but shit head against the side of the pew while calling him a "M***er F***er" at the top of my lungs.
The nuns, I'm sure with good reason, wanted to throw my ass out of the school. In their view, "clint" was a poor innocent victim who was going to get a totally free pass.
They didn't count on my mother. Believe me, you would never have wanted to have my ass after she got through with it that day, but she threatened to sue the school, the parish and the archdiocese if I was expelled and poor little "clint" got a pass after tormenting me for almost 2 school years. There was a meeting with the mother superior, the pastor, my mother and "clint's" parents. According to her, they were trying to browbeat and intimidate my mother into backing down. Eventually there was a compromise reached where it was agreed that we wouldn't be in the same class again and we were both under pain of expulsion if we associated at all for the rest of the time we were in school. For me, there was no loss in that. I always considered "clint" to be an asshole. I didn't care what his opinion of me was. My mother frequently told me, almost until the day she died, that I have a way of ignoring people that will make them feel as if they're being physically assaulted. I first learned how to do that as I completely ignored his very existence and drove him crazy.
I am not advocating violence here. I have respected my wife's wishes, even though I don't always agree with them, that I not teach our son to defend himself. It is a fact however, that once the bullies in my school knew that I was willing to knock their f***ing teeth in, they found a way to live with my the reality of my single parent family.
I wonder if some of the gay bashing bully assholes would have badgered some of these poor young gay people into suicide if even some of those children had broken the noses of their tormentors.
I do know this. When I see romney's phoniness about his conduct in high school, I see the same detestable type of human being as good ol' "clint". This is a man who seriously NEVER needs to be in any position of power.
If he was able to terrorize a weaker person with a pair of scissors and a posse of thugs, what the hell would he be capable of with the power to give the order to drop the bomb and the armed forces under his command?
I shudder.
"The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them" Maya Angelou.
I say again, you've shown me what you are, Mr. romney.
I say again, I believe you.
I say again, no thank you.
PEACE!
Yo_Mama_Been_Loggin
(107,839 posts)I was bullied in grade school as well. Like you I learned how to fight back. What I do know is many other kids are not so lucky or physically strong enough to do likewise.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)Another DUer posted the stories of SO MANY young men who were badgered into suicide by asshole bullies. I was almost crying at the end because, like with Treyvon Martin, I se my son's face in every one of those stories.
I hope and pray that if he is ever bullied he comes to my wife and I IMMEDIATELY!
PEACE!
ScreamingMeemie
(68,918 posts)When I moved to this neighborhood (suburbs of Houston) as a widow, two of the members of the HOA referred to me as the neighborhood "slut". How that hurt after what we had gone through. They "know better" now. When there are issues at school, eyebrows are raised and mention is made of my son coming from a "single parent" household. As if the first nine years of his life mattered not at all. I watched a neighbor go through this is up in MI, before everything happened, and, I confess, I found it hard to believe. But she was right. I know it is slightly off topic, but also serves to teach us that we have not come as far as we like to think we have society-wise.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)...please accept my condolances on the loss of your husband and your son's father.
Unfortunately, I didn't know that. My son has never been bullied because of his race or for any other reason. He has been blessed in that way.
Do these womwn think that you're a slut if you go out to dinner with a gentleman occasionally (if you do that)? If you are a mom doing the best you can, these people need to lay the hell off!
Once again, my best wishes to your son and to you.
PEACE!
ScreamingMeemie
(68,918 posts)I was 22 (I'm 41 now). They just assumed.
My son is a great kid but he gets into his scrapes at school (has a hard time with talking) and, at that level, they are so quick to make assumptions about his home life.
Your mother sounds like she was a tough cookie.
Thank you MarianJack
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)My boy is 12, so I know what kids can be like. You always love them but you frequently want to kick their arses.
As someone who's been a man for almost 57 years, we men can be real asses at times, in fact, quite frequently! Most of those men probably got their views of women from the back rooms of the video store.
My mom, as most women of their time, thought that she had a long life as a housewife before her and that my father would take care of everything. She learned to be, as you said, one tough cookie. NOBODY messed with her or they didn't do it more than once. Many people were further shocked by her toughness since she was a very petite woman. SHE, along with 4 fabulous uncles, taught me more about being a man than my bastard of a father ever did.
Again, thank you for sharing.
PEACE!
hfojvt
(37,573 posts)Something is not adding up. Typos? Even 32 and 41 do not work.
Just curious.
ScreamingMeemie
(68,918 posts)We were married at 26. My husband died when we were 37. I haven't been on a date because my husband took my heart with him. http://www.memorialsolutions.com/sitemaker/sites/KaulFu1/obit.cgi?user=661_LHarper3902
hfojvt
(37,573 posts)not connecting the title to the main body. It sounded like you moved to Texas when you were 22, and I knew that could not be right.
Although I don't see how he could have taken your heart if he never took you on any dates when you were 36 or 33 or 30. Or are they not called dates when your date is a spouse?
It's hard for me to believe it has only been 4 years since Mr. G died. It seems longer. My Mitzi has now been dead over five yars and Blake for over six. Now on that side, it is hard for me to believe it has been that long.
Blake was only a dog too, and I've still got a long, long way to go
ScreamingMeemie
(68,918 posts)Sometimes it seems like yesterday, and other times it seems he has been gone forever. It is a long way to go.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)...what a handsome man he was.
Again, ScreamingMeemie, please accept our best wishes for both your son and you.
BTW, Happy Mother's Day!
PEACE!
Manifestor_of_Light
(21,046 posts)I am not big enough to fight back. I was hassled by great big six foot tall girls who hit me in the head with basketballs when I was turned away from them. Besides, I didn't want to get hurt.
I refused to catch a softball because I didn't want to jam a finger or break a finger, because that would have finished off my musical studies. Orchestra was the most important thing in my life. P.E. was hell. I sat down in left field one day in 95 degree heat. The little witch who was team captain came up to me and shrieked, "I'm gonna throw you out. You can't play anymore." I said, "GOOD!!"
I was called "queer" about twenty times a day.
This was before the word "gay" was in wide use.
I didn't "fit in" and didn't want to.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)I was never particularly fond of the idea of being in the "in crowd" either.
BTW, my wife's best friend plays the flute in an orchestra. What do you play?
PEACE!
Manifestor_of_Light
(21,046 posts)Went to summer music camps and all that fun stuff. Played under a few famous conductors in high school music camps and college orchestra.
Later took singing lessons for two years.
I was smart and smart girls didn't have dates when I was in school. So I was convinced I must look like a frog, since the boys wouldn't ask me out.
My mom told me to tell the bullies to go to hell, so I did. Several times a day.
They wanted to cheat off me during tests, and constantly bugged me. So I gave them the wrong answers!!!
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)I wouldn't be surprised if the bullies were too damn stupid to know that you were deliberately giving them the wrong answers.
PEACE!
MotorCityMan
(1,203 posts)I have been thrilled with all the attention that bullying has been getting, because something needs to be done about it. To read about pre-adolescents killing themselves over bullying breaks my heart.
I'm a gay man, but I wasn't really obvious acting through school. In other words, I didn't act like a stereotype. My best friend and other friends were a bit more obvious, though, so I was guilty by association. I actually went to my 5 year high school reunion (the only one I have gone or will go to), got shit-faced drunk, and told a few former classmates that had harassed me "You know? You were right! I am a fag!" Actually, the 1st time I was called a "fag" in seventh grade I didn't even know what it meant and had to ask my mother (THAT was awkward).
Anyways, that was only a small part of the bullying. The thing I caught the most hell for all those years was being SMART, from being DIFFERENT and giving a shit about the grades I got. I've had rocks thrown at me, raw eggs, and endless taunts because I gave a shit about my grades and doing assignments. I've had classmates I didn't even like tell me that they hated me. I've been ridiculed, harassed, embarrassed and a few times physically assaulted because of it. The few fights I got into I had my tenor saxophone case (I was a "band fag" also), which helped me do damage to the attackers.
Junior high was the worst, total hell on earth. I was so happy to graduate in '82, I could have cried.
People need to share these stories. This shit has to stop. Kids are killing themselves over being treated like this, whether they are gay, straight, or just different. We don't all have to march in lock step and be exactly alike. Some of us hear our "different drummer" and want to march to that. That is NOT a bad thing.
bluestateguy
(44,173 posts)and I get annoyed when pacifists try to dismiss the concept.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)When pro war assholes tried to intimidate me in the late 60s & early 70s, they were surprised that this peacenik was willing to punch them in the mouth.
When I was 15, I had a very interesting conversation with a Rabbi at a party/BBQ thrown by my Father's neighbors. We were discussing the Holocaust and he expressed his opinion that if even 10 to 15% of the Jewish people in Europe had met the first SS man through their door with a knife or bullet in the chest or a table leg across the face, the nazis may well have found a way to live with the Jews. Interesting point. He may have been right or those nazi bastards might have milked it to death for propaganda.
I want to teach my son how to defend himself (not to fight). I do have to respect my wife's wishes however.
PEACE!
Snarkoleptic
(5,997 posts)In my German class, the ass-clown sitting behind me heated up a metal pen cap with a lighter and pressed it against the back of my arm.
Hurt like hell and took me completely by surprise. He said he wanted to see if fat people had nerve endings that were more spread out, resulting is less pain.
Yep, he was a rich kid who was frequently in trouble with the school admin and seemed to have very little parental supervision.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)Some of the rich kids can be such shitheads.
One of them wants to be able to drop the bomb, too.
PEACE!
Snarkoleptic
(5,997 posts)They're sociopaths with little/no concern for the human condition.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)BTW, LOVE the kitty!
PEACE!
Zoeisright
(8,339 posts)And I can definitely see the bully in Romney. He's obviously a pampered little jerk who was born on third base and thought he hit a triple.
But you do sometimes have to fight back. My husband was bullied in high school too, until he finally got fed up and fought back. One of the brats threw a Sunday paper at his head, and it hurt. He threw one kid across a couple of desks and punched another in the face. The teacher, who knew what had been going on, didn't punish him at all. But those bullies backed off.
My husband is now a teacher and he's pounding it into these kids' heads that bullies are cowards, ugly, and worthless. He flunks bullies, and lets them know why they flunked. He sits right down in the middle of the popular kid's lunch table and there is NO bullying in the lunch room. But still, he says there are so many ways to bully that teachers can't possible stop it all. It's really up to society.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)When my wife and I taught, we gave bukkies a very hard road to go.
One of the biggest pleasures I had was seeing the look of terror on a bully's face as he realized that he might just get bitch slapped by a GIRL! It didn't happen but I loved the look.
PEACE!
caveat_imperator
(193 posts)rmoney will be more of the same.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)...the LAST thing we need is more of the same.
PEACE!
hfojvt
(37,573 posts)I don't know if I would call it bullying. When I was in the 5th grade there was a 6th grader from another school who used to make snide comments to me/about me. We played in an all grade school band, and she played clarinet. Her name was Sherry Lusch. There was another guy, who sorta went to my church too, who got mad at me because I wouldn't let him copy my science paper in the 9th grade. So he picked on me for a while. His name was Scott Rink. Then Alvin Haugen decided he would take Scott's side and for a while in industrial arts class, he would hit me and ask "Do you want pain?" and would keep that up until I told him "no". Given that it was industrial arts, I am still not sure why I didn't just go get a hammer and ask him to please repeat the question?
Then for a while there Wayne Salmen was hassling me, even pushing at me while I walked home from school. Finally, when he turned away from me, I gave him a shove and then took off running. He chased me for about half a block. I was about a block ahead and saw him walking. Oddly enough, he never bothered me after that. We used to be in the same cub scouts group and he thought I had insulted him when I made some stupid joke (a stupid joke not even aimed at him). To some extent, I still feel like I owe HIM an apology for that misunderstanding.
There was anothrer kid, Dougie Mills who was a bit of a thorn in my side, but he was like five years younger than me. I coulda destroyed Dougie in a fight. In fact once, I was delivering papers and this little kid comes running out of the woods and bumps into me. I just sorta shrugged him off with a "watch where you are going kid" and kept walking. Then I heard him yelling after me - it was Dougie, who had tried to ambush me. I had to take his crap, because his older brother would stomp me if I defended myself. His older brother was two years older than me. I watched that older brother and Steve Miller throwing rocks at some people over a dispute about a bike Dougie supposedly broke. I understand Steve Miller became a cop. Dougie died in a car accident, my brother thinks he may have committed suicide as he pulled out in front of a speeding truck.
Drew Herrick, who now works for NSA (or somehing in homeland security according to the face), and his buddies used to throw snowballs at me while I deliviered papers. Heck, Lyle Bonebrake once threw a golf ball at me. That incident was kinda funny though because I accelerated on my bike as he did his wind up and the ball sailed harmlessly about twenty feet behind me to their cries of amazement. Doug Hirtzel nailed me in the head with a snowball while I delivered papers. Not a huge incident maybe, but it really hurt. I woulda kicked his a$$ too, or tried (he was small, but so was his big brother, who I found in a game of playground football to be pretty tough when my assignment was to block him - he knocked me on my a$$), but he was with Jim Blue.
I could probably name dozens of other incidents and accidents, and I used real names to show they were real events. Those names do not deserve protection from the truth of their actions. But I don't think of any of those people as particularly evil. Maybe not super nice, but not super evil either. I could also remember incidents where I was the bad guy - mostly to my little brother and sisters, but sometimes also to classmates or neighbors. Drew, for example, used to be friends with me. We lived next door. We stopped being friends though, because I was a jerk to him. I didn't beat him up or cut his hair or anything, but it was not my finest moment. So if he googles his name and reads this, once again, Drew, I apologize, I was a jerk.
Further, that wasn't the only time, and it probably won't be the last time.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)There were times that I acted like a jerk, too. I NEVER bulied, however.
PEACE!
pansypoo53219
(20,968 posts)except in metals class(only girl t pass the class) a jock type sort of picked n me cause i was using the tool + die and i guess he wanted it, another big guy said to wait is turn. cool. quiet, but not mousy i guess helps.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)PEACE!
a la izquierda
(11,791 posts)With girls who had been my friends. My parents just divorced, and the girls saw an easy target.
For awhile, I was an easy target. By high school I was bullied for having certain friends, whom I defended. I was bullied because my mom is gay, and because I was not fashionable or a bombshell. My satisfaction was to wait. And waiting made me whom I am, a defender of the little guy, a staunch leftist, and and ardent supporter of the LGBTQ community.
I always got by knowing I was better than them.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)Bullies are so lame. you ARE better than they!
PEACE!
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lunatica
(53,410 posts)Because I loved her I stood up to the assholes and always defended those who were picked on. More than once I actually socked boys bigger than me for bullying smaller kids. I was a tomboy and tough. It's pretty amazing how many times the bullies ended up wanting to be my friends. I guess they understood people who pushed them around when they bullied people. It seems to be a language they 'get' and 'respect'. Bullies are like that.
Once when I was the 6th grade a girl who I had defended against the class bullies took advantage of finally being accepted because of my actions by turning others against me. For a long time they picked on me like a pack ganging up on me. Like Romney did with his helpers. She got so confident that in front of all her new found friends she got into my face trying to insult me and sticking her tongue out at me and taunting me while the other students laughed. I slapped her once, very hard and just stared at her while she sat down hard with a look of total shock. The silence in that classroom was deafening as they all reacted in shock. One lone stupid boy tried to tell me that if I did that again he would... He never finished his sentence as I walked up to him and looked directly into his face. I simply said, what? What would he do? He actually lowered his gaze and sat down in a totally wimpy way.
They stopped bullying me that day. I scared an entire classroom of people who were going along with the bullies by standing up to them and fighting back. Literally fighting back. I had finally had enough of being pushed and humiliated and ganged up on.
I've never forgotten the lessons of that day. I got angry, but it wasn't a loud screaming angry. It was a deep down quiet rage and it showed because they never expected me to take the entire classroom on. Of course 99% of them were just going along with the bullies' agenda. Sometimes I wonder if they didn't secretly feel relief not to have to do that anymore. Human are very complex. Lots of people are just followers and would follow a good person just as easily as following a bad person.
And I did teach my boy and nephew who I brought up to never look for a fight. But I told them that if they had no choice but to fight, then they best fight to win. It worked too.
I'm 63 years old and to this day my 40 year old son tells people I was the person who taught him to fight.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)When my brother was in 11th grade and my sister in 9th something similar happened.
My brother is the type of self-righteous and annoying person who loved the movie "Ghandi" because it was about someone who was almost as holy as he.
When he was a junior, a senior linebacker from the football team was all up in my brother's face and was entertaining his audience by calling my bothr the slurs that gay people are always hearing even though he is straight. My 9th grade sister walked up and knocked the linebacker flat on his ass.
I loved it. After that, nobody messed with either of them, but people would saythat they better leave my brother alone because "his little sister'll knock the shit out of you".
PEACE!
lunatica
(53,410 posts)When pushed all he's ever had to do is punch the other guy once. But he says he does that because I told him to win. LOL!
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)If you're going to have to fight, you may as well win!
In spite of what I was saying earlier, I wasn't really a good fighter. Today I tell people that I used to win my fights by telling the other guy that I'd just keep ramming my face into his fist until his arm got too tired and he gave up.
I always found that the willingness to stand up to a bully was really enough. For the most part they don't have the sand to see if the person standing up to them is able to beat them. A bully is, after all, a coward at heart.
PEACE!
lunatica
(53,410 posts)He would have never done it by himself lest he might get hurt trying.
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)...HIS nice hair may get mussed!
PEACE!
goclark
(30,404 posts)I was an Elementary Administrator for many years.
I thought I had seen it all until about 1998 ~ around that time we noticed more GIRLS being Bullies.
I'm not talking about things like saying , " Your Dress is Ugly."
I'm talking about groups of girls from Middle - Upper Class Families ( not far from Cranbrook-- Romney's Elite School.) getting together to Bully sweet little girls.
School Districts in the area got together and set up training for Administrators/Teachers/Parents on the issue - Boys/Girls.
We talked about it with individual parents of course and the standard response was, " My sweet Susie would never do anything like that-- not my Susie."
Ms. go clark had to have long discussions with parents and their Bully Girls about the issue.
To site just one example: I was visiting classrooms one day and I just stood in the back doorway quietly.... one of the Bully Girls did not see me as she turned to another girl and rolled her eyes. You could see the receiver tense and quietly put her hand down because she was afraid to answer the teacher's question to the class.
We watched carefully and got to the bottom of it. We had a "Gang of Bully Girls" in that 2nd grade classroom!
I often wonder what the "Bully Girls" are doing now. What kind of parents will they be?
MarianJack
(10,237 posts)...we frequently found that the girl bullies were more vicious than the boy bullies.
PEACE!