Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Scarlet "B"

South Hadley Holds Meeting About Teen's Suicide
The small town of South Hadley is wrestling with a very big problem. A problem blamed for the suicide death of a teenaged girl. "Our lives have changed," said resident Carol Constant. "As we know it, South Hadley is a different community."

A large crowd turnout out for the regularly scheduled selectmen's meeting, but they didn't want to talk about budget concerns. "I saw the sun come up this morning, Phoebe didn't," said Joe Marois.

It's a tragic story, no question about it. A young girl, tormented by others for being "different", finally succumbs to the pressure and takes what she thinks is the only way out. A family is devastated, a young life extinguished for no good reason, a tortured soul driven to extremes by uncaring peers. It plays out across America in small towns and big cities alike; the well-to-do every bit at risk as the middle and lower class. Any time it's viewed as acceptable to ridicule those different than us - and Rahm Emmanuel proved recently that even the so-called tolerant left isn't immune from this temptation - someone will push it too far, and someone else will suffer.

I take odds with this idea, though:
"These are the individuals that need to wear a yellow smock that says bully on it and be escorted from class to class," he said.

First off, the sheer manpower needed to escort anyone accused of bullying is staggering. Secondly, I was bullied in grammar school. Most of the kids who did the bullying would have worn the yellow smock as a badge of honor akin to gang colors. Hell, most of the group would have fallen over themselves pushing younger kids into mud puddles just to get the smock and thus be seen as the "tough kids" that people should fear. Identifying the bullies in a public manner gives them the power they so desperately seek.

Offering this idea as a solution shows the true problem - a profound lack of understanding of bullying in general and bullies in specific. Kids aren't going to stop bullying other kids because they're afraid of public notice; quite the opposite. Typically kids bully out of their own low self esteem and a burning desire to pull the other guy down to make themselves look better by comparison - hence why the geeks/nerds/band members etc. are frequent targets. Giving the bullies the notoriety of a special class - which is what a yellow jersey and a special escort amounts to - is exactly what they want most in life.

There's also a striking lack of ideas on what to do *outside* the classroom - while keeping a constant watch on the offenders during school hours might prevent bullying during school hours, the kids are only in school for ~ 7 hours of the day. There's after school activities, online events, and social situations - both school sanctioned and not - where bullying can occur. The school may be able to punish bullies for actions on school grounds or at school events, but try punishing a kid for something they wrote at home and posted to Facebook on their own time. The ACLU would rightly have a field day.

What can we do about it then? Sadly, there's little we can do to stop the bullies. In my own case, it took achieving a height of 6', a weight of 220 pounds, and a daily regimen of lifting weights before the torment stopped. For others, the self-confidence brought on by following the martial arts is frequently enough to deter a bully - they look for the weak and the timid, and a brown belt with the knowledge and confidence to block, par, and return blows is likely to be left alone. The bullies themselves tend to be a self-correcting problem, as even in this day and age random acts of violence are rarely tolerated outside of school halls.

Rest in Peace, Phoebe. My heart breaks for the senseless loss of your life, for your family who have to soldier on in your absence, for all those who suffer at the hands of the bullies. We can't all be the beautiful people. We can't all be rich and afforded all of life's advantages. Sadly, there are still those who place an inordinate amount of worth on what one owns or what kind of power one has rather than what someone is like inside. I doubt we'll ever see that time as long as human beings are, well, human.

The biggest lesson I take from this is that I need to make sure I remain as involved as I possibly can in my kids' lives.

That is all.

13 comments:

aughtSix said...

Inter-school sports in middle school was what stopped it for me. Suddenly, I went from the nerdy fat kid to the big offensive lineman (who could remember his blocking assignments) who kept the other schools' fat kids away from them. Not that it made me cool, but I became useful.

Don said...

Most of the bullies are also the ones being bullied. They get pushed around, the other kids either cheer, join in, or ignore what's happening, and eventually they decide they'd rather be the biggest bully than end the bullying.

I'm trying to unravel this knot with my own boys at the moment.

Jay G said...

Me too, Don.

TheBoy has a nasty tendency to make fun of people. I am very quick to point out that teasing is a form of bullying, and that I will *NOT* stand for a bully in my house.

Of course, the object of his teasing is most often his sister, which causes my mom no end of hilarity as she recalls how I used to tease *my* sister...

SpeakerTweaker said...

Despite the fact that I was the biggest kid in my grade school class, I was relentlessly bullied throughout grade school - by a kid half my size, no less - until the fifth grade when I learned that violence really does solve problems.

That carried me through junior high where, in a new school surrounded by new bullies, the torment resumed by groups of kids, many larger than myself, and each one subsequently avoiding me after a boiling point was reached and one of them was pummeled.

Kids will bully other kids, and I say the best defense is a good offense.

My $0.02. Keep the change.



tweaker

Anonymous said...

Part of the problem these days is the PC "feminization" of our kids.

As Kevin puts it, there is no differentiation between predatory violence and protective violence.

A kid who defends him or herself against a bully these days gets just as severe a punishment (moreso if the defense is effective) than the bully himself.

When the kids do as they are instructed and report the bullying to teachers, those teachers are either unable to do anything due to the failure to enforce any kind of effective discipline in school, or are unwilling to make the effort to try. Most incidents that could be construed as bullying are very minor and never lead to anything serious...how is a teacher supposed to filter the "he said/she said" effectively enough to figure out which incidents are significant and which are just minor tiffs?

The kids are left in a quandary. They aren't allowed to defend themselves, but the authority figures can't or won't defend them.

Bullying has happened from time immemorial. It cannot be eliminated any more than drunk driving, crime or domestic violence will ever be eliminated.

When I was growing up, a good butt whipping or two from ostensible targets would often be enough to cause a bully to reconsider their behavior. Today, they rarely get the benefit of this educational experience because the defenders are conditioned not to try to fight back or are punished when they do.

And it's causing untold damage to the emotional maturity and development of our kids.

Jay G said...

One thing I've been very clear about with my kids is that I will back them to hell and back if they are defending themselves.

If they start something and get in trouble for it, they're on their own, though...

Robert McDonald said...

"Hitting others is wrong. Don't hit back. Tell a teacher."

There is one of the biggest problems in schools today.

"Violence never solves anything."

Another problem in our schools.

I got made fun of a lot in school. Mainly because of my last name. 'McDonald' isn't a fun one to grow up with, at least it wasn't for me.

There came a point when I decided asking people to stop and telling the teacher wasn't doing me any good. I started throwing punches (warning given first, of course). I won a few fights, I lost a few, and spent a hell of lot of time in the principal's office. But you know what? I haven't had anyone make fun of my name in a long damned time.

That said, as sad as the suicide thing is, it's far from average and the kid who kills his or herself is off their rocker.

AngryPatriot said...

Its even worse when it starts with the teacher singling out one specific kid...

Happened almost 2 years ago. May 2008. I wrote about it here...

http://www.theangrypatriot.com/?p=21

Copy/paste it, and read yet another version of bullying...this time, by a yteacher against a 5 year old....

Patriot

Jay G said...

I've mentioned before that I skipped a grade in elementary school. This had two immediate and intertwined results:

1. I was the smallest boy in the class until I hit high school; and
2. Not only was I "the new kid", but I was instantly pegged as "the smart kid" - talk about a double whammy of negativity.

I was never able to throw a punch.

It would manifest itself later on in life as a safety mechanism - I have two positions: "Off" and "Kill/Destroy/Mutilate". When the switch gets thrown, it's on full bore until the other guy ain't moving any more.

It's a good reflex to have for surviving violent encounters; however when it comes to schoolyard taunts, it's not the best thing in the world to have...

So it took a LOT to get me to throw a punch when I was a kid. It frustrated the hell out of my macho cop father - when I refused to punch the other guy in the nose, I was met with "then don't come crying to me".

Even as a young kid, I recognized that I possessed a fair amount of strength that, used unwisely, could result in very unpleasant things happening to the object of my ire. When he pushed my little sister down, I laid my older, larger cousin out with a single punch. I hit him so hard I broke his nose and several bones in his face.

I was seven. He was 12.

Flash forward a few years to me as a young teen. I had a small motorbike that I'd been working on (with, I believe I've mentioned, my less-than-stellar mechanical "aptitude"). After pushing it home in frustration for the third or fourth time, I walked in the house, and out of frustration punched one of the solid pine interior doors.

Knocking a dinner plate sized whole clean through it...

However we're put together, there was (is) a safety valve built into my skull that won't let me release the beast unless absolutely necessary. This does not translate well to dealing with bullies - getting teased in the lunchroom does not warrant a full-blown beating.

Generally, the advise is sound, though. For the vast majority of folks, simply standing up to the bully and being ready to flatten him is sufficient to make them look elsewhere for victims. I hate recounting these stories because I hate sounding like I'm trying to be an internet tough guy...

The other interesting thing, though, is that a childhood full of getting my ass kicked changed once I achieved my full-grown size. I went from being the runt in the class to one of if not the biggest guy in the room - which, in college and after, sometimes led to me falling victim to guys with Napoleonic complexes trying to prove their toughness by tangling with the big guy. Having grown up as a small guy, I learned enough verbal defense mechanisms that 99% of the time I was able to defuse the situation without even touching the other guy (served me well working as a bouncer).

The other 1%?

Well, let's just say that grabbing a guy by the front of his shirt and his belt and hoisting him over your head in one fluid motion tends to take the fight right out of someone...

Keith said...

I'm with you Jay, the pick up high and drop manuever takes a lot of vigor out of somebody. I'm also familiar with the two stage "Off" and "Maximum Destruction" modes.

I got made fun of a lot as a kid, I had a speech impediment and leg braces. I had hell ever catching a bully, but when I finally did he really wished I hadn't. Then the problem was that all the other kids completely stayed away and ignored me. That sort of community cold shoulder was even worse than the teasing. Plus I felt a little bad about hurting the guy, he wasn't the worst bully, just the one dumb enough to get caught. So from then on it was put up with it as long as humanly possible.

I hated school, but eventually my toes pointed straight and I managed to talk normal.

Keith said...

I'm also familiar with the Napoleonic complex guys. I'm a little over six foot and weigh 225 or so, and have spent most of my life carrying feed sacks or welding rod boxes. That puts me in in the category of big enough to look inviting to somebody who wants to look tough, but also small enough to be inviting to somebody who wants to look tough. So yeah, your somment is spot on.

Mike W. said...

One thing I've been very clear about with my kids is that I will back them to hell and back if they are defending themselves

Absolutely! This whole "punish both no matter what the circumstances" approach is complete bullshit. It teaches kids not to defend themselves and emboldens bullies. It also doesn't allow kids to figure things out themselves and learn basic conflict resolution skills.

I had kids tease me in school constantly. Having to wear leg braces (and occasionally casts & a wheelchair) will do that.

I only had one serious bully and the normal avenues weren't stopping the behavior. One swift punch to the jaw and a bloodied lip put a permanent stop to it.

The guy was easily twice my size, but just knowing someone would fight back made him back down.

sauerkraut said...

Situation with Phoebe Prince had more to do with the school not paying attention to what was going on in its own hallways. Had they paid more attention or not practiced a laisse faire attitude towards the interpersonal relations, the volume of what Phoebe faced would have been cut drastically.

And then there's the issue of things being thrown at her in the cafeteria. Or on the street. Poor kid.