This morning I awoke as usual, and before I had a chance to put my awareness on, it hit me, hard. "It all the same"
The same thing every morning "them getting away with it" All of them, every man, woman and child. Now hold on a minute, "child?" Yup.
BULLYING, not a very pretty world, just look around
It can take just about any form, and I've seen a lot. Here a friend relates their childhood memoirs of it
The Metal, Square Cornered Lunch Box
As a child growing up, I rode a school bus to my elementary school. In the fourth grade there were some boys, same age, but bigger that rode on my route. Even though these boys took the same classes as I did, they bullied me, as they did everyone else. During school hours, when we were in class, our teacher prevented these children from practicing there cruel rage. Then on the ride home they took out their unbridled hatred on anyone that would take it. They particularly enjoyed terrorizing me, as we were assigned seats and I had no choice, but to sit in front of the Bullies.
They would start by pulling hair and ears and climax at stabbing the back of your head with a pen or pencil or sometimes with a penknife. Lots of us kids on that bus had perpetual wounds, inflicted by these monsters.
I learned to deal with this by ducking into the foot well, the place normally reserved for your feet, for the duration of the ride home. This act enraged them, and they soon brought their perfidy into the halls, playground and cafeteria of my school.
Then, one day my Teacher, after witnessing one of their tributes to meanness, offered me her office for lunch and the library for recess. This didn't stop the bullies though, they escalated their violence on me and others on the school bus, where they could get to us.
Day after day of this torture, drove me to find a way to stop it. And stop it I must.
One day, at home, I was looking over some household goods my mother was discarding, one thing stood out amongst them all, my uncles metal lunch box, with "nice" square corners. The more I looked at it, the more it became crystal clear "the solution" So I picked up the lunch box with square corners and went into the kitchen and asked "Mother, I would like my lunch in this", thrusting forth the lunch box. "Why Winnie, you've stopped taking your lunch to school, since those bullies keep taking it from you" I know mother, I said with a sigh, but now I would like my lunch packed in this box of uncle's. Please. "Very well my dear" and so it was.
The next day, on the bus ride to school, the bullies started with their cruelty, then on the ride home, something happened that changed everything.
I got on the bus and took my seat, with the bullies falling in behind me. I placed the lunch box between my legs and graped onto the handle with both hands, waiting for the right moment, all the time calculating my trajectory and timing. At the exact moment the bully reached for my locks on the back of my head, I swung the metal lunch box with square corners, with the full force of my forty two pounds, in a perfect arc, impacting the bully with the left front corner above the right eye, creating a substantial gash that spurted a lot of blood.
As I turned to see the damage I had caused, I was greeted with a look of shock and awe. Shock over the severity of the wound, and awe that little winnie acted. From that day forward, that particular group of bullies left me alone.
From time to time, in my life, I have watched other groups form and bully, but now I pursue them. Winfield Schoolcraft
Mr. Schoolcraft went on to lead a very interesting and full life, despite his encounter with darkness in the fourth grade. He is active in maintaining his alienable rights as well as to help others maintain there's. More on that later.
Each one of us has experienced the bullying, or has been the fornicator of it, or both. Very rare do you encounter an individual, willing to take the necessary action to stop it. Such as elected leaders and public officials, who as of late turn the other cheek. Does anyone feel the slightest bit of discomfort with what is happening to us, our country, our planet, our very lives ? Do the correct.
For quite awhile, Mr. Schoolcraft has been actively pursuing, civil rights, for disadvantage people, I've witnessed this. I heard the other day that he moved, don't know where. It seems all the good people have to keep wheels under them these days.
Schoolcraft, if your out there, reading this, please honor us and show us how to pick up that box, any box of shit will do and Hit 'em Hard!