I seem to be stepping up on this thing an awful lot as of late. I guess I may just be getting more and more passionate. Yeah, this will be a long one, so settle in with a drink and maybe some popcorn.
Beginning early in my life, grade 1 or maybe earlier, I was picked on. This was not short lived. This happened for nearly my entire school career. I met all kinds of bullies. Ones who used words. Ones who used fists. I dealt with some who were guys, and even some who used the 'never hit a woman' chivalry to protect themselves when they picked on someone and even went as far as kicking a guy in the balls when they knew the person would not fight back. I had many names. I earned some.
I was suspended when I was 'caught' fighting, even though it was clear I was defending myself, and not only did my aggressors never get punished, but they were consoled when I 'beat them up'. I knew early on that fighting back, defending myself in any way would not stop them, as that just showed them nothing would happen to them, and it would get me in trouble. I was labelled a troublemaker for this.
I also learnt that doing nothing would get me nowhere as the more I ignored them, at the encouragement of those who would see me become something to show those bullies that I was not useless, worthless or pathetic, but instead ignoring the aggressors only made the next beating worse. Once I was attacked by a group of 20 or so kids in grade 6 while I was in grade 7, all because one of their classmates, who I found out a week later lived down the street from me, told the school I had attacked her.
I did not fight back simply because I could foresee the trouble it would cause me. I looked at this from the logic that the shame of allowing kids 2 years younger then myself assault me was not as bad as being investigated for criminal charges or scholastic expulsions. I tried desperately to get out of school alive. And sane. I dreamt many times over those 12 years of school that I would obtain weapons and show all of those who had beaten me, picked on me and treated me like the school punching bag.
Often the first targets in my dream were the administrators who treated me like the aggressor. This was my goal, to show those who had made my life hell. made my cry, made me walk for an hour to get home in the middle of the day without shoes in the middle of winter because the bullies has taken the ski's we were using in gym class that day.
April 20, 1999. Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. My first thoughts when I heard about that was, to be honest, finally. Finally those who attack, humiliate and abuse the lesser and more honorable 'loner' who will not fight back. finally the loners fought back. They fulfilled all my dreams when growing up. My next thought was of those losing their lives.
See, Christianity did not completely eliminate those dreams of murder and revenge, but it did show them there was another way to get my revenge. Excellence. Greatness. Infamy. I felt I could show them that I was better and tell them where to shove their bull shit and their superior attitudes. Instead of firing bullet's I could fire greatness and prestige. I could become something great.
To this day I still love to see one of those who looked down on me and remark how much they have changed, how they got fat and lazy, how they now work in low class pathetic jobs. I know I will become something great. I know I am destined for greatness. I know many of them will achieve no better then grease monkey or worse. I know I will one day see people like Pat Wallace, Chris Gaudette, and people from even further back in my history and I will happily tell them how great I have become, and I will know how little they are, how pathetic their lives have become.
I know last time I saw Pat he was a druggie, alcoholic who rapes and beats women for kicks. I know last I heard about Chris he has been divorced after his wife, Tracy, left him because he was an ass who spent more time drinking with Pat then he did at home with her or their kid(s).I am happy in my knowledge I am one hell of a better person then he is. I would never do have the shit they have done, and I am damned proud of this.
Skip forward once again, to the present. Rachel Sa of the Winnipeg Sun did an editorial on an Ontario brother and sister who are suing a variety of people, the school board, the aggressors and a number of others who played a part in their high school life being made a complete hell, including maintaining a web site for more then a year professing the belief that the brother was of homosexual tendencies, and claimed repeatedly that the brother was not only gay, but enjoyed the company of children.
I foresee that this will not be the last suit of this kind. This is the only solution to avoid another event like Columbine. Until school principals and school boards take claims of harassment seriously and act on them in the proper fashion it is not safe to go to school, neither for the aggressors nor for the attacked. We are in a time when any threat, any credible threat(no, not a 5 year old in kindergarten who points a finger like a gun) needs to be taken seriously be it from a bully or from a bullied. the bullied should not be treated like a criminal, and just because a dozen people tell the exact same story, that does not mean that they are all telling the truth.
A conspiracy of lies is just as easily upheld up be twelve people as the truth is by another twelve. As someone who has been there, done that and has the nightmares, something has to be done. If it weren't for my decision to win by excellence, I would consider suing all those who were responsible, from Neil Campbell to Lorette. Fortunately for them, I have no interest in suing them other then for the satisfaction it would give me and the fact that it might finally put to rest the frequent nightmares of my childhood.