I Hate Bullies

I was in 6^th grade and was quietly waiting outside my homeroom for the bell to ring. While waiting I noticed a small group of fellow students congregating in the doorway of the classroom. Among the group was a small boy name Roy who had just moved to town. As they talked and joke around, they failed to notice a pack of larger kids approaching them. I knew most of the boys in this new group, who had now noticed the smaller kids and had now changed there stride and direction to bring them to the where the smaller boys were standing.  Among this larger group of kids was Aaron Foley who I knew well as the school bully and the leader of this school gang. The smaller kids still unaware of the approaching danger continued to laugh and horse around. In the horseplay, Roy was shoved and he inadvertently collided with Aaron. In an instance, Aaron grabbed the smaller Roy by the collar and slammed him against the wall. It was here that my loathing and intolerenace for bullies began.

To this day, I don’t know why I did what I did. I put my books down and walked over to the shouting pack of kids. I pushed way through until I was side by side of Roy and Aaron. I grabbed Aaron and pushed him aside and positioned myself so Roy was in back of me. I looked at Aaron said, “It was an accident, besides he didn’t who you were”. Aaron answered “What is it to you?” “Do you know him?” I answered “No but he is smaller than you.” “Just let it go.” At which point I looked around me and had noticed we had now drawn a large crowd. I could now hear shouts of “Kick his Ass” over the noise around us. It was at this point that Aaron said “You know what maybe I should kick your ass instead?” I looked over to where Roy was now standing and noticed his eyes were watering. So in an act of idiocy I said let go for it and we did. It is suffice to say, the days of Aaron ruling the playground ended that day.

The reason I am making this part of my life known is to clarify and expose the reasons behind my adamant and persistent clash with the likes of crazy larry and his likeminded cohorts. I am completely against illegal immigration and acknowledge that illegal immigration does create problems in our country. However when I read news stories of how a 15 year old Hispanic boy is assaulted and sodomized simply because he kissed a white girl, than I feel the need to stand up and denounce this act and those similar to it. When I see postings of “they breed like rabbits, “all Hispanics are all deviants, thieves and welfare cheats” than I have to stand up and post my objections to these clearly Xenophobic and racist remarks. And to those that say I am only defending the rights of Mexican illegal immigrants, I say “If crazy larry said the same derogatory, disrespectful and hateful statements against blacks, Asians or Canadians than I would stand up for them with the same vigor I do for Hispanic Americans, Mexicans and all other people of Latin decent.

When I was a junior in the High School Band there was a kid name Mike Cox in the percussion section. The kid was from a poor family and he was always dressed in second hand clothes and for some reason the poor kid always smelled of sweat. It seemed that a bunch of seniors decided Mike was going to be the target of their frustrations and idiocy. Again for some reason I ended up defending this weaker human being, simply because I hate bullies and their need to humiliate and hurt others. I have always had a theory and Dr Phil backed it up the other day. Bullies, haters and racist all have one thing in common, self-loathing and self-hatred.