Aug. 4th, 2005

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As a person who has never really fit in, I have too many memories of people trying to push me around, particularly as a kid. I was too smart, too chubby, looked too different, was too quiet, too nice, whatever. I couldn't bring myself to accept that others had a right to push me around. I wasn't a big or particularly strong kid, and I didn't have a big gang of friends. Sometimes you can reduce a bully to tears if you are quick with your tongue, and I did that more than once. But that doesn't always work. To deal with the rest of the cases, I compensated by making myself dangerous. I used my mind to learn things I wasn't supposed to know, and I carried a weapon to school almost every day. I made sure that either by deterrent or revenge, people left me alone.

People find this distasteful. Hell, I find it distasteful that I should have to. And today, we have an entire society that if I was the same kid in these times, they would lock me up, thanks to Harrison and Klebold. But I didn't ask to be treated that way. I was getting straight A's, and I was nice to everybody. When you get picked on incessantly, if you have any pride in yourself, if you want to have any self-worth, you have to do something. You start reaching a point where you'd rather die than let people put you down anymore. When I started reaching that point, I fought back. It generally worked... the right people became afraid, and left me alone. Occasionally someone had to be reminded, but whatever. I'm glad nobody ever pushed the issue though, as I was prepared to give up my life rather than live like that. I guess I'm still like that in some ways, but luckily adulthood lets you choose your venues such that you can minimize contact with the idiots. Anyway... the point is, I'm strongly against intolerance, because I've experienced it.

Unfortunately, not everybody is a fighter, for whatever reason. So when I read the following letter, I found it incredibly sad. I identify with the bullying problems this kid was facing, and I have some idea what it must have been like. Thing is, he wasn't a fighter. When he reached the same point I did, he became suicidal. This letter is written by a mother, striking back at the bigotry of her fellow Vermonters against her homosexual son.

" As the mother of a gay son, I've seen firsthand how cruel and misguided people can be.

Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I've taken enough from you good people.

I'm tired of your foolish rhetoric about the "homosexual agenda" and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny."


There's more... click to the read the whole thing:
http://www.vermontcivilunion.com/advice/0600.html

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