Throughout my grade school years, I was always bullied. It started up in the first grade, when I attended a city elementary school. I was the victim of racial violence, being one of three white kids in the room: every day they waited for me in the lunch line and leaving school. The routine went something like this: they saw me in the lunch line, made a beeline (exclaiming/calling, "Whitebread motherf***er") for me, and began the festivities by punching me in the stomach and/or my nose. I usually left with a bloody nose. Then, they pushed me and started tearing my clothes/drawing on my new clothes with a permanent marker. They would continue until the teacher made the yearly appearance, and then left off. Leaving school, they waited at the front entrance, and ambushed me. It became so bad that I stayed in school well until everybody had left, then I would go outside.
The school refused to help.
Finally, we relocated (after all, the only other educational alternative was a Christian school,and my parents wanted me to have a solid education,) and I ended up going to a rural school. Not much of an improvement. On the first day at 'Valley, I was sitting outside reading a book when the twins in my class came up, tore the book in half, pinned me down, and ran off with my shoes. So, if you want to have an idea of what my years in the country were like, there's a film that captures the society of the sticks well: Deliverance. And, I am not exaggerating.
I never did anything to attract attention - I spoke rarely, and never brandished my grades as others did - but, I was an easy target. It was not until high school that I finally lashed back. I was not a weakling, but refused to bring myself down to the level of the heathens. However, during the last week in the city school, I grabbed the ringleader and pinned him against the wall. I looked at him and said,"This ends now."
However, I never found out if it worked, because it was my last day of school there.
At the 'Valley, the moronic evil I battled was a hydra: every bully that ceased was replaced by another one. Generations of inbreeding do terrible, but astonishing things...
