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I think the thing that bothers me most about all my old bullies trying to get back in touch with me is how they like to pretend that nothing happened.
Like out of the dozens and dozens of children who treated me cruelly, with the exception of 4 of them (none of whom have had he audacity to try to facebook message me. Considering one of them caused a literally crippling permanent injury to me, I’d hope to never hear from him), I would forgive all of them. All they’d have to do is admit they were mean to me and hurt me and apologize and I would honestly forgive them and move on.
But none of them do. Out of all the people who were awful to me in school, only one girl apologized. She was in tears. She explained how she hated herself and cried every night for treating me terribly, and prayed to GOD to forgive her for it. But she was just terrified of what would happen if she stopped and her friends turned on her. I understood. I forgave her. We were friends up till we both left for college.
The rest just like to pretend nothing happened. Like we were buddies. Like they never called me names. Like they didn’t steal my toys or break so many of my lunch boxes that my parents started letting me eat school lunch even though the school couldn’t guarantee against my food allergies. Like none of them beat the absolute shit out of me. Like they didn’t invent a game where they’d swing normally till I walked behind and then see who could kick me in the head the hardest.
Why the fuck do they think I don’t remember? Or was I such an unimportant little bug to them that they forgot? Or did they think it was funny and think for some fucked up reason I would too?
The best part is that only one teacher ever stood up for me, and she got fired from the school for “overreacting” all the time, a few years after I left. Overreacting. To fucking child abuse.
And people wonder why I think the system is broken.
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So heartbreaking
Horrifying, though I certainly reject the characterization as verbal abuse against fat people being in any way singular. Fat hate unquestionably enjoys a great deal of entitlement, but its just as unquestionable that so do many other forms of vicious bigotry.
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On January 12, 2010, one day after his 18th birthday, CAPA High School honors student Jordan Trent Miles was ambushed by three plain clothes Pittsburgh police officers, who failed to identify themselves and approached him aggressively. The officers did not say “Stop! Police!”, they jumped out of an unmarked vehicle, one of them yelling “Where’s your money? Where’s the drugs? Where’s the gun?” Miles, never before in trouble with the police and thinking he was being robbed, began to run, and slipped on the icy sidewalk. The officers overtook Miles and administered a brutal beating that left him unrecognizable, ripping dreadlocks out of his head, and continuing to beat him as he lay on the ground after their initial assault, stammering the Lord’s Prayer. There can be no explaining away or excusing what was done to Miles.
The police officers lied about what happened, claiming there was a bulge in his pocket they assumed was a gun but “turned out to be a Mountain Dew bottle”. No bottle was ever entered into evidence, and Jordan and his friends will tell you he doesn’t even drink the soda. The officers also attempted to claim a neighbor reported him as a prowler and attempted to bring assault charges against Miles, which were tossed out of court when the neighbor said she did no such thing. Despite all this, the City of Pittsburgh went on to reward these violent officers with a commendation and, during their suspension, paid them more than they earned while working. Meanwhile, the Pittsburgh DA has not brought charges and the Justice Department announced on May 4th, 2011 that it would not prosecute the three officers. The mayor and police chief announced on May 5th that the three officers would be returning to work.
“I feel that my son was racially profiled,” Terez Miles said. “It’s a rough neighborhood; it was after dark. … They assumed he was up to no good because he’s black. My son, he knows nothing about the streets at all. He’s had a very sheltered life, he’s very quiet, he doesn’t know police officers sit in cars and stalk people like that.”
Yo, FUCK these guys.
…with spiked bats!
Anyone familiar with the case in Miami in which the police assaulted a young man who suffers from down syndrome will recognize the almost identical language used by the police in both these cases with respect to what drew them to the individual in question - a bulge in the pocket.
When last I checked pockets were meant to be used to store things, cell phone, bottles of water, additional clothing, etc…. Pockets by definition do not retain a flat shape once they are the recepticle for such items, hence they bulge.
I have personally been subjected to the ready made “someone reported suspicious behaviour in the neighborhood” response by police. Fortunately for me I haven’t yet had my head bashed in by police. I guess I should be thankful….
This made my heart stop. This is scary and shameful.
Okay… breaking my rule.
Remember when this happened?
I remember this
I do, too. I can’t…………..
I remember this as well :(
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