When my family moved back to the US, from Germany, I was almost 8 years old.
The difference between the schools in Germany, and the American South were vast.
The older black kids had this thing, where they’d turn the lights off in the bathroom and gang individual white kids.
I was literally peeing when the lights went out, and then I got hot multiple times in the face.
They were so much older/bigger, better than me. I fought back, but mainly just got my little ass kicked.
I didn’t even know those kids. They were all like 12–13 years old and like I said, I was 7.
They broke my nose, and I had a LOT of blood that soaked my whole front of my shirt.
The other kids, were not hurt by my pathetic defense.
The principal spoke with my attackers, then paddled them. It was fairly violent. Then the kids left, and I was brought in. The principal explained that fighting was not tolerated, and I was to be paddled.
There was a small painting of a duck pond, on the principal’s desk. He told me “bend over, and look at the ducks.” And then he beat my ass with a fucking big wooden paddle.
As I starred at the ducks, I was getting my ass beat, while my nose bled on his desk.
My mother couldn’t get out of work, to get me. So I had to take the bus. Friends of the kids who attacked me beat me up again on the bus.
I was late getting home, as a result. I was in trouble for being late, and “fighting.”
My nose healed. But I still got beat up, or bullied almost every day the rest of that year.
The teachers witnessed all sorts of violence. Some were scared to get involved, but most were complicit.
Thanks public school.
Thanks America.