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When my son was in high school – and this was at the turn of the century, so while it may seem like ancient history to anyone who is in school now, it’s still fairly relevant. (Hey, at least it’s not my own high school experience, which really is ancient history.)
My son was being “casually bullied” in hallways. He was a smaller kid at the time, and not very assertive, so I can understand how that kind of thing happens, has always happened, and probably always will happen. I told him that – without having to name any names – he and I were going to see the principal together. No one wants to be labeled a snitch, and I get that, too, especially in that age group.
So we three had a chat with the door to the principal’s office closed.
I told the principal that this was happening, that it was continuous and it was affecting my son’s school experience very negatively, and was slowly escalating. I told him that I hadn’t asked my son for any names, and that I wouldn’t, and that I didn’t want him to name any names to the principal at this time, either.
But I told him, also, that I was advising my son “right here and right now, and in front of you” that if it happens again he has to hit back if “asking nicely” (or whatever version of “quit that!” he used orally continued to fail). He absolutely had to; he could not just continue to “take it” and wait for it to stop – or escalate even more. And not only that, but he had to hit back harder and make the other kid/s realize that this kid is no longer a soft target.
I told my son – again, in plain language front of the principal, so that there was no misunderstanding, no mishearing and no uncertainty – that he might have to bloody someone’s nose or blacken an eye or two if it continued. I also let him know that he might also get a bloody nose or a black eye, because not all bullies cave in with the first punch, real life not quite imitating movies just yet. But he had to know, as the principal and I both knew, that it’s pretty unusual for lasting or permanent damage to arise from bare-hands punches, but being slammed into lockers, being hit and knocked over from behind and being sucker-punched could actually lead to permanent damage, so that stuff had to stop. So I told my son, “Hit them, and hit them harder than you get hit and don’t stop hitting until the abuse stops. Have I left anything out?” I asked the principal. I also told my son that if his actions caused him to be suspended, that there would be zero repercussion for him at home, and that we would, in fact, celebrate the event. (My son was not and is not “a fighter”. I knew with absolute certainty that he wasn’t going to pick a fight to get on my good side, and he knew that he didn’t have to – that I didn’t “really want” that, after all.)
He never interrupted me at all. “No, I think that about covers it,” he said. “We’ll make sure that it stops.” And it did. (I do not think that punches were ever thrown; my son never mentioned that.)
@Kropotkin is right. “The system” is totally useless with these kinds of issues when no one backs up their “zero tolerance” bullshit policies with zero action. Sometimes kids need a good dose of what they’re dishing – and that’s normal.