Open Letter to My Old Stinky Garbage

Dump of a School: Hog Pen High

Hogpen High (You are NOT dear to me!!!):

Nearly half a century ago I was too scared and downtrodden to
whimper a protest, but Im not gonna leave this earth till I speak my
piece. So here goes: Im hacked off at you!
So mad at you I laugh at what you call yourselves: the home of the..
(cant reveal identity of the guilty). But any wild animal would be
ashamed to be your mascot! Yeah, right, youve got PLENTY to be
proud of! I remember the big flashing marquis sign near the entrance
of the school bragging about your ball game victories. How bout THIS
cheer, based on the compliment paid me by one of your stupidest
students: Andy Idiott? (name fictitious, character real).
SOO-EY! SOO-EY!
Were the champion Slimeball Team!
Suck on mud and throw spitballs!
Give em hell, you grimy Hogs!
Grunt! Grunt! Strut your stuff!
Trample girls, youre tough enough!
Oink Oink! Score more points!
Youre the Hog Pen Bully Boys!

You profess to be a fully accredited high school, teaching students a

well-rounded curriculum. How about adding Common Courtesy 101?
Maybe you cant, because of severe underfunding. You must be
bankrupt financially as well as morally.
True to my expectation, you issued me no apology in response to my
letter. Id thought that after nearly half a century, youd be surprised
to get a long-overdue complaint about the apathy you demonstrated
toward all the abuse I received at YOUR School of Hard knocks!
I wish I could travel back in time and preach that wimpy school
principal a good, scorching sermon about his CRIMINAL NEGLECT in
failing to curb bullying at his school. He said the violence I suffered on
the bus wasnt their problem because it occurred off school
grounds. Well, I wouldnt have been on that blasted bus to begin with
if I hadnt had to go to YOUR school! There was not one iota of
compassion or human empathy shown by that spineless worm!
Trashy, ill-bred kids bent on raising hell could act just like they wanted
and get away with it.
I didnt get an education at your scummy school, just a sh** show of
subhuman psychopaths firing filthy insults at me each and every day.
And you didnt give a damn. Maybe you even thought it was hilarious.
Think my language is raw and crude? Not near as crude as what I
suffered! Fighting a war turns naive kids into battle-hardened warriors
who spend a lifetime trying to cope with what the enemy did to them.
To be fair, a FEW of the kids at your school were okay. A very few
expressed sympathy for me, but they couldnt do much else to help.
Cockroach bullies called the shots at Hog Pen High. That school must

have had at least one born-again Christian in every class. Theyd

swear up and down they loved Jesus. Yeah, right! When Pigs fly!
Sure, they swore they loved Jesus, so long as no popular kid found
out about it! Not one of those sweet little angels ever had the guts to
shout their love for Jesus from the rooftops and do as HE would have
done: defend the defenseless and take a bold stand against evil. Back
in the 60s, there were anti-war campaigns, woment rights
campaigns, save the rain forest campaigns and campaigns for ethnic
rights.
But NOT one of those respectable kids ever waged a
campaign against school bullying (thank God it wasnt them, eh?).
VIOLENT bullies might be in the minority, but it takes only a few bad
apples to spoil school and turn it into a hog pen of abuse. Those
demented dirtbags heaped their filthy hatred and nastiness on me
everyday knowing I couldnt escape. Venomous snakes whispered vile
insults into the ear of dominant bully pals they hoped to impress.
Shes got maggots, shes dumb, tee hee hee. Ever so softly, knowing I
was nearby and could JUST hear them, but Teacher couldnt. And if I
said anything, it would be my word against theirs.
Yellow dog
COWARDS! If they hated my guts so much why not holler it loud
enough for the teacher to hear? Because like all rats, all they want to
do is cover their own tails and look out for Number One. What kind of
pig sty dump of a school refuses to teach basic decency and manners
to its students?
Where was the adult supervision when I sat in the cafeteria that first
awful day? I had said NOTHING to anybody, just sat quietly minded
my own business, waiting to get started with the school year. Then
out of the clear blue a bunch of grotesque jackasses swooped through
the doors, yelling out my last name (twisted into an insult), jumping
up and down, pointing and laughing at me and trying to get the whole
cafeteria to persecute me. Maybe Id ACCIDENTALLY told some stray
soul my last name, which wasnt the same as everybody elses Dont
EVER tell a living, breathing soul your last name unless its Smith or
Jones. Especially not in the Deep South, which once was very racist
and xenophobic. You can be white as buttermilk but if you dont have
a WASP (White Anglo Saxon Prostestant) last name and straight, silky
WASP hair, the wasps and the bees will sting you.
So I learned the hard way that from the very outset troublemakers
send undercover talent scouts will circulate at the beginning of the first
school day to choose the unlucky soul who will be THE social outcast
and eternal target of their abuse. So its best to just walk away if
some smiling clone asks what your last name is. Theyre sizing you up

for the kill. Breathe one word and before you know it, youre an instant
celebrity just because youve got a strange last name or your hair isnt
like everybody elses.
Rumors and gossip spread like wild fire because garbage mouths cant
mind their own business and cant be happy unless they sh** on
somebody else. Stupid, ignorant racist bigots will give you hell if you
have a unique last name all your own, or if your hair aint fine as corn
silk.
On several occasions some skinny scumbag darted across the school
courtyard and verbally assaulted me while I was peacefully and quietly
making my way to the next class.
Mike Crapp was a gangly
coathanger, about six-foot six and couldnt have weighed much more
than a hundred pounds. Mike Crapp (name altered) was a garden hose
that sprayed verbal sewage.

Like every other creep on campus, Mike knew MY name, but Id never
even had the pleasure of meeting him. I talked to some girl in the

bathroom who helped Mikes Math teacher grade papers. She told me
his name. She complained to Mikes teacher about his abuse. The
teacher warned Mike to lay off, but his warning had no teeth in it so
Mean Mike had nothing to lose by hurting me again. He only threw the
teachers warning back in my face. Bullies arent satisfied with hurting
you once. Theyve gotta come back to rip your wounds back open
time and time and time again. Like ugly vultures bullies return to
scavenge off the dead souls theyve killed. No wonder they deserve
eternal hell! They show no mercy, so they deserve none!
Mike Crapp, Esq. was one of your star math students, a hateful
horses ass that probably couldnt even count both of his two warped
brain cells. I have more respect for dog poop on the street than I had
for him, because at least you can fertilize crops with it. Mike was a
total waste of space, a moral retard who has reserved the penthouse
suite in hell for himself.

I didnt know that sack of sin from Adam, but he called me foul names
making fun of my full figure and naturally curly hair. I stood there
scratching my Anti-Establishment wig trying to figure out an
appropriate insult to come back at Mike Crapp with. Mike vanished like
a flying fart before I could adequately express my appreciation for his
verbal gas attack. The Viet Cong couldnt have been meaner, but thats
the kind of foul human vermin YOUR pigpen school churned out!
Mike must have thought he was as cute as a movie star, but his Coke
bottle granny glasses must have been way out of focus. (I think the
REAL Brad Pitt can afford contact lenses, Mike!) Any girl would have
died to get Mike Crapps tapeworm figure and shoe-brush hairdo. But
Spider Mikes face would have cracked a mirror (Ill spare you the
disgusting description). I hope that snotty snake ended up with a pot
belly the size of the State of Texas and a bad case of piles to keep him
from running away from his other bullying victims so fast. That would
serve him right. Pity any woman who married that creepy crawlie and
reproduced his kind to spread more spiritual disease on Planet Earth.
Partly thanks to this lovely gentleman, I developed a mild eating
disorder in my late teens and got to where I was terrified of food
(though youd never guess it now, since people brag on my cookin).
But who gives a flying fig what lowlife worms think of you or your
looks. Mike was nothing but hot air and bones, but hell be WORM
FOOD in hell because satans worms love to feed off foul gas. Since

thats Mikes destiny (if he dies without Christ) his opinion doesnt
carry much weight with me.
The worst of the (physical) bullying happened on the bus, but the
weapon used was made at YOUR school!!! Butch (name fictitious)
was so mean you could see the hatred and fierceness of satan in his
eyes. He made his club in YOUR woodworking class, a class funded by
the government, like all the other cl(*****) at your nitwit school. All
year long Butch abused me with soggy spitballs, threatened me with a
knife, rubber bands, the rawest insults. One day he hit me on the back
of the head with his big club. One girl, who had the face of a pit bull,
yelled hit her again! I was so frozen with fear I couldnt move, even
to defend myself. By the way, that snotty, disgusting bitch insulted me
every day with allegations I had lice. If Butch HAD hit me a second
time, most likely Id either be in a wheelchair or dead and I wouldnt
be writing this now. May the LORD reward that psychopath according
to her works (Matt.16:27).
Rev.2:23: And I (Jesus) will kill her children with death; and all the
churches shall know that I am he which searcheth the reins and
hearts: and I will give unto every one of you according to your works.
Who ARE the children of the wicked? Those who take pride in their
evil parents works and copy them in their own lives. In Matt.23:3033 Christ lambastes some Pharisees who say they wouldnt have
committed murder like their forefathers. Instead of denouncing what
their ancestors did, these wicked men clung to their evil ways. They
plotted Jesus crucifixion and later martyred His followers. Christ calls
them a brood of snakes and plainly said they were the children of
satan, not Gods children (John 8:44). In Revelation, Jesus promises
that the children of satan will inherit eternal death as their ultimate
reward, not life.
Butchs assault with the club was the very last straw. Now Im an
extremely soft-spoken and patient individual, far more than I should
be sometimes. I always look for the best in people, but sometimes it
just aint there. Some individuals are so hardened in evil heres no
hope for them. I went to the police, and Butch and his dad ended up
coming over to our house. Butchs dad asked me if I wanted him to
beat him in front of my family. I actually felt sorry for that cockroach
and said no, even though God and I werent on speaking terms at the
time. Butch said sorry and even grinned and tickled my baby sister
under the chin like a nice boy. One or two others on the bus also
apologized. But a couple weeks later, yeah, you guessed it! Bullies

HATE peace (Psalms 120:7) and boredom set in so they started

bothering me again. In desperation, I tried riding the one other school
bus, knowing it would drop me off much further from my house and Id
have to walk in all kinds of weather. Surprisingly, I had no problems
on that bus, but the damage had already been done. My self-esteem
was in the toilet. After all the brainwashing shoved down my throat
and enforced by terror, I surrendered to the Establishment by
admitting that naturally curly hair is one of the two unforgivable sins
and straightened it. Weighing a few pounds more than society
approved of was the other mortal sin. Unless you closely resembled
the school homecoming queen you were garbage. So I starved several
months and lost 30 pounds. But I felt half dead. I slept every
afternoon, too tired to get up and enjoy life. I lost a lot of muscle. I
was too emotionally drained to go back to go the same old Hog Pen
Devils Den even though I looked beautiful by this worlds perverted
standards. I doubt it would have made Butch or Mike Crapp treat me
any better. I could have done a total fast till I turned myself into
Toothpick Barbie, but they would still have used that same obscene
insult fat to make me feel worthless. I found out that even if youre
healthy and attractive, theres always somebody skinnier than you,
and youll be unfavorably compared with them.
Once a victim,
ALWAYS a victim.
Even to this day I resent the fact I was driven out before I could
achieve one of the things Id looked forward to since I was old enough
to go to school: getting my high school diploma. I had to finish high
school in an adult class when I turned 18, still struggling with a mild
eating disorder and obsessed with keeping my hair slick and straight.
Curl Free was my passport to respectability back then, and I had a
phobia of getting my hair damp in the rain. Curly hair represented
rejection and shame. I was afraid to even accept a Life Saver from
anyone, or eat a Popsicle with my best friend, who was much larger. I
was terrified of looking like her, though she had a fun personality. But
starving yourself to stay a size 7 and struggling to keep shiny, limp
hair is lying to yourself about how God made you. Thats as foolish as
a white guy toasting his hide in a tanning booth to convince the whole
wide world hes really a black dude. Contrary to the crap rammed
down our throats by the mass media, we arent ALL meant to look like
Arnold Schwarzenneggar and Kate Moss. I noticed a few fat school
children being interviewed on TV and being asked, What do you think
needs changing about you? Or, What could you do to make your life
better? Why didnt the interviewer just spit out what she MEANT:
Why dont you lose that lard, fatso, so youll deserve respect as a
human being? Yet another generation of kids is being brainwashed to

feel ugly and inadequate because theyve got a bit of flesh on their
bones! If you aint built like a starving boy you dont deserve decent
treatment or happiness, and there must be something wrong with you
if you dont have a body phobia like all other normal girls and
women!
Why isnt society just as obsessed about changing whats on the inside
of people?
How about a world where people are kinder, more
considerate and loving? Not one word about that. That kid should
have eaten a chocolate bar in front of that obnoxious news lady as a
sheer act of defiance against todays warped Fashion, Diet and Beauty
Industries. How reassuring to know youll always have plenty of
friends so long as your hair is straight and you look like a shriveled
skeleton. What kind of friendship is that when no one loves the real
you, just the phony, plastic imitation you?
Normally I think its downright impolite and conceited to brag on
yourself, but at this moment its an antidote of sorts for all the pig swill
that was rammed down my throat at Hogpen High. I went to Junior
College and actually made the ONLY A in English 101. How many of
my numbskull enemies could have done that? How many of those
vicious vultures can draw and paint like I do? Bullies cant create
anything beautiful or useful. All they do is destroy the beauty all
around them and crap on everything thats pure and lovely. How
many of my former foes know how to write a book, or even a short
article? How many of them know how to preach a scorching sermon
against sin? Fact is, I did pretty good without your damned dummy
diploma!
If he hadnt gone back to his old ways, I would have closed the book
on Butchs horrible sins, just like God does for us when we SINCERELY
repent. But Butch and his buddies REPENTED OF THEIR REPENTANCE.
Theres a lot of sanctimonious horse spit about Christians needing to
pass out automatic forgiveness like popcorn to every criminal who
takes a dump on them, even if that criminal refuses to be sorry for
what he/shes done. Now look at it this way: if you ask God to forgive
you for bedding somebody elses wife and a few days later go out and
whoop it up in a whorehouse, how do you think God feels toward you
then? Should the guys wife continue to turn the other cheek and
forgive or just walk out? What if that cheating rat said, Nyah! Nyah!
God! I didnt REALLY mean my repentance and theres not a damn
thing you can do about it!!! Are we greater than God, that we should
forgive such lowlifes who will NEVER, ever, in a million years, be sorry

for what theyve done? The thing to do in such a case is not to wreak
our own vengeance, but to count on God to do it (Rom.12:19).
Still, theres a measure of earthly justice some seek. When you cant
get some kind of justice in a criminal court, theres always the
possibility of a civil lawsuit. Fact is, I should have SUED Hogpen Highs
ass for the teachers failure to ask why a mean-looking roughneck kid
was carving a big club under his instruction, and on school grounds. In
principle, thats no different from allowing kids to build homemade
guns to threaten other kids with. Butch probably got an A for that
project because the teacher couldnt see past the end of his pointy,
numbskull nose and thought Butch was inventing a new type of
bowling pin.
This was your schools comprehensive anti-bullying policy: Just ignore
the weak whimpers made by that whiny victim of bullying and maybe
shell just slink away and quit demanding justice! Just bury your head
in the sand to pretend nothing is wrong, cause we gotta keep things
nicey-nice! Dont try to change the foul atmosphere here, because, as
Darwin said, its the survival of the fittest and the rejects at the
bottom of the heap can just go to hell! Just pass the buck and dont
make waves! I was given absolutely NO counseling on how to get
legal help to fight the bullies on the bus. No skin off the principals
nose that my basic human rights were DAILY being violated and my
spirit crushed by beasts on the school bus and cruel bullies AT school!
I wish Id had the know-how and the clout to sue the bus company
that took no action against the monster who hit me with that club and
threatened me with other weapons. But back then, I was just a kid,
broken in spirit, who didnt even know HOW to complain!
Well, now I DO know how to complain! Its spelled S-C-R-E-A-M! Softspoken, gentle people get nowhere in this shark pool of a world!
Victims gain nothing but more pain by turning the other cheek to
soggy spitballs over and over and over again. Those whose human
rights have been trampled upon must raise up a sh**storm of protest!
I have dedicated the rest of my life to waging war against the works of
satan, and that includes bullying! Some people dont believe in satan,
but Ive seen him in the face of bullies who went to your school. May
God repay them for ALL the evil they did to me (2 Tim.4:14;
Rev.20:12-13).
I just found out that American schools are getting tougher with
bullying. When serious fights erupt or kids are threatened with
violence, the cops are called. That just shows that you can only hide a

rotting problem under a rug for so long before its putrid stench drives
you to do something to solve it. Too bad the cops didnt keep order in
schools (and on buses) when I was going to YOUR school! In Biology
class the only seat available was at the very front, with two enemies
directly behind me. One day, after I set my books down and before I
was seated, they fired a pointed projectile into a thick book so hard
that it tore through it with great force. What if Id been sitting down,
or if it had gone into my body? Think about it. Not to mention all the
tacks those two turds put into my chair.
I wished Id been strong enough to JUST WALK OUT!!! Legally, I could
have quit school at 16, but my parents wouldnt have liked that much.
What happens to teenagers who quit school? The end up at some
burger joint, or worse! But if the bullying had gotten much worse, it
wouldnt have just been emotionally damaging, it would have been
life-threatening to stay there.
What would I have done, had I been a stronger individual with the
God-given dignity and proper self-esteem I possess today, later in life?
Perhaps the script could have been written this way, had I been brave
enough to make a stand for my own right to be treated with human
dignity:
1. I walk toward my seat in Biology (the only kid with a private table
in a classroom of two-seater tables).
2. Just before I sit down a pencil rams through a thick textbook Id
just set down on the table (imagine the sheer force this took from
whatever was used to fire it!!!).
3. As usual, Im both shaken and furious, disgusted by a warped
world where evildoers KNOW they can get away with it. I could
tell the teacher, but no, it wouldnt do a damn bit of good and the
smirking boys sitting behind me know it.
4. Instead of sitting down and fuming, I make my stand. Biting my
tongue, I calmly and wordlessly pick the book up with the pencil
still rammed in it. This time I JUST WALK OUT, for the very last
time. Thatll be the last cheap laugh anybody at Hogpen High will
EVER get out of me!
5. I stand up straight, head held up high and march straight to the
principals office, knowing Im over 16 and the law cant force me
to stay in that torture chamber any longer. I ruminate over those
sad years when I was younger and COULDNT run away, how the
teachers blamed the victim instead of the perpetrator, and they
would have beaten the crap out of me if Id dared to defend myself
as a younger adolescent.

6. Knowing I wont be breaking any law by walking out in protest, I

go up to that principal (or assistant principal) and SHOW him the
book with the fat pencil still rammed in it. I tell him that could
have been my back (or even my eye) punctured by the high-speed
missile instead of the book. Remembering the hear no evil, see
no evil sleepy indifference of those pathetic characters, the
conversation would most likely have gone like this:
Mr. Taylor (name fictitious, as usual), I need to have a word with
youNOW!
Hey, girl, you show some respect. Dont you dare approach me with
that tone of voice. The bell hasnt even rung yet. Who gave you
permission to leave class? Do you have a permission slip?
Dont need it no more, Im leaving! Wanna know why? (I show him
the book).
Mr. Taylor squinches his eyes and looks closer at the book, but doesnt
seem bent out of shape about it. Hey, who did this?
Andy Idiot and Rick La Burp! Theyve been hassling me ever since
school started. Biology class has two-seater work tables instead of
desks, but it has an odd number of students, so Im the one stuck at
the front of the room sitting with MY back to those scum bags, getting
tacks in my seat and tiny paperwads thrown at me every single day.
Those yellow dog cowards are so chicken they attack me behind my
back. And theyre way too chicken to throw bigger paper wads at me
when the teachers there.
Mr. Taylor slowly shakes his head. Well, I dont know if we can do
much about it. Its your word against theirs.
Now you see here, Mr. Taylor, God didnt create me to be treated like
a sack of garbage day in and day out! How would YOU like it if you got
treated like that by teachers and staff when you came to work every
day? What if the janitor called you a pus bucket?
Id complain to the school board and disciplinary action would be
taken against them, but hey, thats none of your business.
When somebody shoots missiles at me from behind my back and puts
tacks in my chair, it IS my business! And why should YOU be

protected from being treated like garbage if its okay for other people
to torture ME?
Because youre just a student and Im an adult, thats why. And just
for acting so disrespectful toward school authority, Im going to
suspend you for two weeks.
Go right ahead, suit yourself. Im history. Any kid who goes to Hog
Pen High takes their life in their own hands, both on school grounds
and on the bus going home. Did you know my house is three miles
away, and theres no sidewalks to walk home on, Mr. Taylor?
Sometimes its way too cold and rainy to walk home that far. Im too
scared to ride that stinking bus anymore. Lately Butch has been
threatening me with a knife.
He yawns and flips through a pile of papers on the counter. Sorry, but
that bus isnt on school grounds so its not our problem.
Same old sorry story, Mr. Taylor. Pass the buck! I wouldnt even be
riding that stinking bus if I didnt have to go to Hog Pen High.
Well, cant you ride a bike here?
On what?
Theres no sidewalks between here and there, for
goodness sake. What if a big semi truck ran over me in the rain?
Youre not supposed to be riding on the walk anyway.
And if
somebody runs their truck into you out on that busy road, thats THEIR
problem, not ours.
Im really getting steamed by now. Mr. Taylor, do you go to church?
Sure I do. Doesnt every respectable Southerner go to church each
and every Sunday? But what does that have to do with the price of
tea in China?
Most, if not all, of the kids who tortured me were CHURCHGOERS, Mr.
Taylor. But they were no more Gods children than a dead skunk on
the road. Do you think Jesus would turn a blind eye to bullying in this
school?
Sure He would. Turn the other cheek. Pray for those who persecute
you.

Now, at the risk of boring you, Mr. Taylor, Im going to ask you again:
What would you do if the janitor called you a big bag of pus or said
you had maggots?
Id see to it that he was fired so he couldnt ever bother me again.
Lets take this one step further, Mr. Taylor. What if you had a teenage
daughter going to school here, and bullies treated her the same way
they treat me?
Id expel those rotten students, no questions asked.
So why is it MY cheek youre trying to turn, Mr. Taylor, and not your
own? Why do you think Jesus loves YOUR family, but to hell with
everybody elses kids?
He stands there, tongue-tied. Exasperated, I say: When I get to be
about 60, Mr. Taylor, Im going to make as much hell for bullies as they
made for me. Day and night Ill pray for God to pay back those creeps
who tortured me and never repented of it. And if you dont change
your attitude toward me, a daughter of God, youll fry in hell someday,
Mr. Taylor, you and every other adult who turned a blind eye while
others hurt me.
He looks mad. Im going to call your parents, young lady.
Go right ahead, Mr. Taylor. Ive walked into a worse lions den every
single day, just by coming here and being treated like dog dirt. You
can call me a quitter, but Im proud that I lasted as long as I did in
your hog pen of a school. And I dont know of any adult whod put up
with the same crap Ive had to take for so many months and years, do
you? Ill just get my GED later on.
Youll never get very far in life, he sniffs.
Oh, yes I will. You see if I dont. Someday theyll pass human rights
legislation and laws against hate crimes. And when that glorious day
comes, Ill urge every parent of every bullied kid in the nation to use
such laws to protect their own kids, and even to sue the pants off
schools for allowing their kids to be hurt at schools like Hog Pen High.
Im sure theres loads of money-hungry lawyers whod love to sue
some school system for tolerating flagrant civil rights violations and for
loco parentis negligence.

Mr. Taylor scratches his head. Whats a locust parent anyway?

Loco parentis means in place of the parent. While kids are at school,
those who teach and supervise them act as substitute parents
responsible for the health and safety of the student, not just their
education. If any childs health or safety is jeopardized by failure of
school officials to provide a safe learning environment, that school is
wide open to being sued.
Well, we dont do things that way, he says dully. Hey, are you sure
youre only a 16-year-old kid? You didnt roll over and shut up when
the other kids picked on you.
And I never will, Mr. Taylor. Not ever again. As long as I live, Im
gonna raise a big stink about bullying in schools. Just the other day I
got hit with a club on the bus, and you said it was none of your
concern. Now sometimes all you can do is grit your teeth and let the
insults fly your way. But if any kid suffers threats of physical violence,
nobody on the face of Gods green earth has got the right to force that
poor kid to hang around and take it. NO ONEs got the right to destroy
someone elses Rainbow of Peace. Most civilized nations have LAWS
against torture, or at least they will in the future. Any factory or office
worker would sue, go on strike or protest if their boss turned a blind
eye to verbal or physical assaults happening everyday on HIS
premises. Why should innocent kids be given less protection than
adults at work? Why should so many bullying victims be driven to
suicide by bullies who are handed a blank check to do what they want
by apathetic school officials? Whenever bullying ends in tragedy, the
best way to cover your tail is to say lessons will be learned from this
(they never are) and its time to move on. Yes, Mr. Taylor, kids at
YOUR school drove me to suicidal depression. Such creeps would not
be tolerated in any decent workplace.
When abuse becomes
unbearable its time to protest with your feet and

And furthermore, Mr. Taylor, as soon as I turn 18 Im gonna apply for

Legal Aid and get Bubba Blake the famous Peoples Lawyer, to sue to
pants off this school for the physical and emotional abuse I suffered
while you were assistant principal here. When I go to the movies, Mr.
Taylor, I expect to PAY for the entertainment I get. Those bullies got
lots of fun out of me, but this time its gonna cost somebody. I dont
entertain NOBODY for free. Anybody who takes a bite out of my hide
PAYS for it, and Almighty God will see to that.
******
Yep, thats what I shoulda done way back in the late 60s. But Id
been marinated in so much dog doo-doo, I actually wondered if I had
any human rights at all. I sent your lousy school a letter to try to pry
an apology out of you, but youre way too cowardly to email or write
me back. Maybe the head honchos who ran Hog Pen High in 19671968 have retired or gone to that big teachers lounge in the sky, but
an old wrong has never been righted. I was publicly humiliated and a
public apology should have been made to me. My theory is logical
enough: Youre scared witless that if I hear from you well sue. But
what could I gain by suing you this far down the road? As I said
before, you possess absolutely nothing of value, materially or
spiritually. I know compensation is due me for the unjust suffering I
was subjected to, but I might as well squeeze blood out of the
proverbial turnip!
I was a person who enjoyed learning, but I was forced to quit because
my shredded nerves could take no more. The very spirit of Hog Pen
High is repugnant to me. I wouldnt pay two cents for one of your
sheepskins. To put it nicely, I wouldnt even use it for toilet paper. If
one were to arrive in the mail from you tomorrow, I would just toss it
in the trash! Just be glad that I dont name and shame personal
enemies in my writings.
I have to laugh when I remember the pride your school took in its
honors societies. What a sick joke! To me, your school was an
outpost of hell, presided over by a powderpuff principal too chicken to
get tough with those punks who came to school just to stir up trouble.
You condoned criminals by looking the other way.
Even now, nearly half a century later, youre still as spineless as ever. I
posted a friendly blog testifying how God helped me survive bullying I
suffered at your school back in the 60s. But you removed it because
you prefer to just bury your cat crap to let it rot instead of confessing

it! You have made it quite clear that you possess neither honor nor
decency. Jesus calls things what they are, and so do I. Jesus called
evil people swine, snakes, fools and dogs. Bullies are all four of these
things and more. Bullies are skunks too, cause they stink to high
heaven. Any school which tolerates bullying and denies victims their
right to learn in peace is an abomination to a God of Love. I never
want to see Hog Pen High again!
Schools never do learn, do they? Bullying aint kid stuff! Its a HATE
CRIME and a VIOLATION OF BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS AND CIVIL
LIBERTIES!! My civil rights were trampled upon at YOUR school! Talk
about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness! Bullies at YOUR school
robbed me of the right to learn and work in peace. The bully robs his
victim of the ability to reach his or her fullest potential as a human
being. The bully deprives his victim of the liberty to walk the halls or
ride the school bus without fear of molestation. Bullies robbed me of
the pursuit of happiness, by destroying my ability to even BE happy.
DAILY bullies threatened my well-being. They snuffed out the vitality
of my soul, reducing my life to mere existence. Memories of bullying
caused me years of flashbacks and nightmares.
Rest assured, vengeance is NOT in my own hands. Thats not my job.
Someone Else will take care of that for me. God never fails to answer
my prayers if they are in accordance with His will. Romans 12:19
promises that HE will repay those who hurt His children, and when
that transpires, the b.s. will hit the fan. All those rats who ever hurt
me, both known to me and unknown, are known to God, and even
though the number of persecutors I had are enough to fill a football
stadium, God doesnt run a democracy when He decides whos right or
wrong. When He settles accounts with those psychopathic skunks, all
the devils in hell wont be able to protect them from His righteous
wrath.

If you plant bad seeds, they grow, even if you have a change of heart
later. America, along with many other countries, is reaping a bitter
harvest in its public schools for its earlier refusal to enforce minimal
standards of discipline of unruly students. Even your teachers tremble
in fear of actual physical violence from the offspring of those who were
treated leniently (or ignored altogether) when they were young. Kids
sass their teachers and threaten them with violence nowadays, thanks
to the yawning indifference of school administrators and legal catch22s which grant underage hellions immunity from punishment that fits
the crime.
Gone is the day when bullying was done on the sly, and only a few
unfortunate students were ever subjected to it. Now the bullies are
even boldly attacking authority figures, who for many years said by
standing idly by and looking the other way: I couldnt care less!
Signing off,
The Ban the Bully Tiger