I watched a video this week that I think was very powerful. I would really like you to take the 7 minutes 37 seconds of your life to watch it, and then let us have an intimate little chat, shall we?
Let me start by saying, I am one of either the lucky ones or the strong ones. Take your pick. Either way, I have been through my share, and I do not need anyone’s pity or even sympathy. At this point, I will give at least as good as I get, and I don’t necessarily say that with any pride. I simply state it as fact. To be honest, I recognize that sometimes, I can go overboard and tend to escalate the situation, because I simply refuse to back down. As my father said, I didn’t learn to duck, even when I should.
So, yeah, that’s me now. It wasn’t always so. In elementary school and all the way up until about half way through the 8th grade even, I was the target of the neighborhood bullies. Yep. I was beaten and verbally abused. I was the nerd. And, I took it. I did; I did. Something happened one day out on the track field, and I am only vaguely aware of the specifics of the events. It isn’t the haze of time. I wasn’t entirely certain what happened even on that day. I remember leaning on the fence out at the track field, and the little shit, neighborhood bully, Marcel, came up behind me. He grabbed me in a “full Nelson”, locking his arms through mine and behind my head. From there, I am not sure how, but I got out and the next thing I know, I have him down on the track. I’m using the asphalt as a grater for his face. A few moments later, after some screaming from the crowd, the coaches were separating us. I’m not sure who was more shocked – Marcel or I. I went over and sat under a tree. And, that, was the end of that shit.
A lot of other kids haven’t found it in themselves to do the same. That certainly isn’t to say that I haven’t dealt with other situations. Other people who thought they were going to bully or intimidate me, or others, into control of a situation. It is only to say, that was the last time that was going to have any effect on me.
Do you grok?
Als die Nazis die Kommunisten holten, First they came for
habe ich geschwiegen, the communists,
ich war ja kein Kommunist. and I didn’t speak out
. because I wasn’t a
Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten, Then they came for the
habe ich geschwiegen, socialists,
ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat. and I didn’t speak out
. because I wasn’t a
Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten, Then they came for the
habe ich geschwiegen, trade unionists,
ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter. and I didn’t speak out
. because I wasn’t a trade
Als sie mich holten, Then they came for me,
gab es keinen mehr, and there was no one left
der protestieren konnte. to speak for me.
Are you picking up what I’m putting down?
When I was 12 in 1984, a full 20 years after the voting rights act that the SCOTUS so injudiciously recently gutted, I was playing in my yard with my brother who was 11. We lived in a predominately black neighborhood, and we were the minority. A black family had just moved in next door, with a young daughter. She was maybe 9 or so. She came up to the fence tentatively. Almost fearfully, and asked, “Are you allowed to play with black children?” Did you read that?! It brings tears to my eyes as I type it now 28 years later. “Are you allowed to play with black children?” That child should never have had that thought much less have had to ask it, and yet, she already knew that in some places, that would have caused problems. Problems not only for her, but for her family.
How deep does the rabbit hole go?
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