Read it in people magazine. Did a google search. Two eleven year old boys, in two different towns/states both hung themselves within ten days. Both due to bullying, both because the bullys precived them as /gay/.
Because people who like to dance are /gay/.
People who like to draw flowers are /gay/.
People who ask their freinds if they wanted to see a movie are /gay/.
Jaheem Herrera and Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover. I can't find a good newsites on it, since its mostly just blogs. I'm sure someone with better googlefu skills then me will post one.
I hate bullies. Alot. I was bullied. I won't get over it. I will never get over it. It does give me a bit of a hero complex, since no-one would save me then. I make it a point to do it now. Two of the worst cases when I got the living shit beat out of me in class, and the teacher claimed she didn't see it. Despite all the kids cheering on the kid beating my face in. The other time was just a physical threat against some bullies gang memebers in high school, who then proceeded to mention they will piss on my corpse. The teacher just shrugged. I was the one transfered to a different class, rather then, you know, expelling the fuckers.
But this is bullshit. Had a slight flashback. I understood before, but I didn't at the time. I started experencing bullying in 1st grade. At the time I thought it was a game. Kids were on the jungle gym, yelling gaylord, gaylord against some kid who was attempting to pull off kids and hug them. I thought it was just a game. I joined in. Kid pulled me off, and hug me. I thought I was it. I tried to pull one off, and got grabbed by the head and slammed into the steel bars. Nothing broke, but the kid climbed way, as my mind scrambled and I could say was that he was it too now. He said he would never be a faggot.
I learned that day from my mom never to say that word. I also learn my sister was gay that day along a bunch of crap I didn't understand for the longest time. I didn't understand what adult males hugged or not had to do with the point the kid was tagged.
But this isn't about me. This about two kids who didn't deserve any of this shit.
Because people who like to dance are /gay/.
People who like to draw flowers are /gay/.
People who ask their freinds if they wanted to see a movie are /gay/.
Jaheem Herrera and Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover. I can't find a good newsites on it, since its mostly just blogs. I'm sure someone with better googlefu skills then me will post one.
I hate bullies. Alot. I was bullied. I won't get over it. I will never get over it. It does give me a bit of a hero complex, since no-one would save me then. I make it a point to do it now. Two of the worst cases when I got the living shit beat out of me in class, and the teacher claimed she didn't see it. Despite all the kids cheering on the kid beating my face in. The other time was just a physical threat against some bullies gang memebers in high school, who then proceeded to mention they will piss on my corpse. The teacher just shrugged. I was the one transfered to a different class, rather then, you know, expelling the fuckers.
But this is bullshit. Had a slight flashback. I understood before, but I didn't at the time. I started experencing bullying in 1st grade. At the time I thought it was a game. Kids were on the jungle gym, yelling gaylord, gaylord against some kid who was attempting to pull off kids and hug them. I thought it was just a game. I joined in. Kid pulled me off, and hug me. I thought I was it. I tried to pull one off, and got grabbed by the head and slammed into the steel bars. Nothing broke, but the kid climbed way, as my mind scrambled and I could say was that he was it too now. He said he would never be a faggot.
I learned that day from my mom never to say that word. I also learn my sister was gay that day along a bunch of crap I didn't understand for the longest time. I didn't understand what adult males hugged or not had to do with the point the kid was tagged.
But this isn't about me. This about two kids who didn't deserve any of this shit.




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