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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera
One day I was walking along right in front of the administration building were the staff and the principal had their offices behind a large glass window. They had a clear view of a large Samoan boy just sucker punch me in the face. He was aiming for my nose, but I had just enough time to lower my head so he smacked me in the forehead. He laid me out flat on my back, and I saw stars. He would have crushed my nose. My forehead hurt his hand so he gave me a kick for hurting his hand. Not one teacher, or any of the administration came to check on me, or ask if I was OK. Lots of students walked past laughing at me.
I laid there for probably 20 seconds trying to fugue out what the heck just happened. I was dazed for sure.
All I had seen was a fist coming at my face, and after many years of fighting with my older brother, I knew how to duck. I was late to class as I went to the wrong classroom first, and the teacher wrote me a tardy note.
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You have told this story many times on this forum, is it supposed to have some larger meaning? How exactly does it relate to the topic of the tread?
Being bullied as a child sucks...obviously they perceived you as weak and vulnerable, plus unprotected, (your older brother didn't stick up for you). I've heard that native Hawaiians are not crazy about certain white people, it's a thing. It's regrettable that happened to you and no one stuck up for you.
My problem with the repetitive telling of this particular story, in one isolated place on earth, is that it seems like you might be trying to advance some BS theory that it's actually white people who are the true victims of discrimination in this world. It's a popular refrain among a certain subset of people. Your story is only the story of one unfortunate kid being bullied for being an outsider, it happens 1M times a day in the world and it sucks every time.
I went to an inner city grade school for one year with my younger brother and sister. It was about 50% minority and 50% white. It was a tough school in a tough neighborhood. Call it luck but I never had any bad interactions that I remember with any black kids, maybe one huge female who was a bully. We did have a major bully problem at the school, however, it was a white family of brothers named Melina. There was a set of identical twins in my 6th grade named Ronny and Donny, they were not too bad but their younger brother, Kenny, was a sadistic psychopath and very large and strong for his age. I had not yet had my growth spurt and was small and weak.
You want to trade bully stories? Kenny Melina broke my arm so badly with a blind-side forearm smash to my shoulders from behind on the playground, (I put out my arm instinctively to break my fall on my face), that it needed 2 operations over the winter ad knocked me out of competitive hockey for a crucial year that I could never make up. It ended my hopes of playing hockey for a school and it was painful beyond belief. The same kid stabbed my little brother in the hand with a compass, (for absolutely no reason), the next year when I was gone. God only knows what damage he did to others, my sample size is my family.
It's too bad that you got socked in the forehead by some jerk but put it in perspective, maybe?