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My Son Was Bullied
墨書 Inktalez
I saw the news on TV about the poor child Handan who was killed by three little demons in an extremely cruel way and buried in a vegetable shed. The child's aunt said: "The child's body and head were covered in wounds, his face was unrecognizable, all were terrible wounds, his eyeballs were exposed and covered in mud!" The child's father said: "I accompanied my son throughout the four-hour process (of the autopsy), the process was even more cruel than I had imagined, but I was not afraid, only heartbroken and angry!" I clenched my fists tightly.
My son is the same age as the victim, just started junior high school. I can't imagine if my son were to suffer such bullying and harm, whether I would be heartbroken or go crazy!
"Honey, come quick!" My wife called me from the guest room, her voice not loud, but filled with endless terror.
I rubbed my eyes and went to my son's room, the scene before me almost made me think I was dreaming. My son was lying on his small bed, deeply asleep, his shirt half taken off by my wife, his bare back and arms covered in scars!
The arms are covered with dense blood spots, some of which have formed black scabs the size of rice grains, and some are oozing red and yellow fluid. The back is covered with almond-sized scars, scabs, and peanut-sized blisters, some of which are oozing pus! I took off my son's pants, and his legs are covered with bruises, like a series of sinister centipedes crawling. These bruises intersect with each other. My son's legs have swollen a whole circle! When I lightly touched them, his legs spasmed involuntarily, and he murmured in his sleep, "I have no money left, I've given you all my pocket money!" My wife covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and my mouth tasted salty, from biting my lips.
We don't know what our child has experienced at School, but we can imagine what he has been through!
All night long, my wife and I stayed by our son's bedside, as if he might disappear like the little Guang from Handan if we left for even a moment!
From the time he started babbling, my wife and I taught our son "Respect teachers and friends, learn etiquette," "At four, learn to share," "Be a friend to your brother, be respectful to your younger siblings," "Respect the elders, be a friend to your peers."
From a young age, our son may not be the best student, but he is not bad either. We hope that our child will not only work hard, but also become a knowledgeable and courteous gentleman. However, we have forgotten to teach our child that they not only need to be a good person themselves, but also need to learn to adapt to society and deal with people from all walks of life, especially the wicked and the bad!
We send our son to a private middle school, School, located in the outskirts. He comes home every five days and returns to school on Sunday afternoons. In recent months, my wife and I have been relieved to see that our son no longer lets us pick him up. When he comes home, he even washes his own clothes. I used to help him scrub his back during baths, but now he won't even let me into the bathroom when he's showering.
It dawned on me later that it's not that he's grown up, but rather that he's afraid we'll discover something, like the injuries on his body. A thirteen-year-old child facing all of this on his own, how helpless he must feel!
I gritted my teeth and repeatedly pondered how to seek justice for my son: using violence to counter violence, breaking the legs of those little hooligans! This idea had been prevailing, but in the end, reason prevailed. It might relieve my anger momentarily, but I would definitely have to pay the price, and my wife and son would also be affected.
In the end, we decided: first take the child to the hospital for treatment and examination, then personally take him to school and report to the school!
In the morning, my son woke up. Seeing his mother and me sitting on either side of the bed, his clothes also removed, he cried out "Wow".
There are four boys in my son's class who call themselves "Chase," "Iron Hand," "Merciless," and "Cold Blood" from "The Four Famous Constables." These kids aren't all big and tall, but they have a strong sense of unity. They buy game skins and memberships, first forcing classmates to pay for them, and later just asking for money! Not only in the class, but also in the school, many kids have been bullied and extorted by them.
"Have you reported to the teacher?" I asked.
"I got scolded. The class teacher said I should stay away from them, and you should also pay attention to uniting with classmates!"
Isn't this nonsense? Which child would willingly provoke them? Is simply avoiding them the solution?
My son said that not only did he tell the teacher, but he also showed the teacher his injuries, and the response he got was, "I understand."
In the end, School not only did nothing, but instead those few children intensified their bullying towards him. My son said that they took all his weekly allowance, so he didn't even have the one yuan for the bus on Fridays, and had to walk 7 kilometers home from School. He said that he had refused to pay "protection fees" and as a result, he was dragged into the bathroom and beaten up after lights out. They blocked him in the toilet and wouldn't let him out, they used a compass to stab him, burned him with a lit cigarette, and beat him with a mop handle...
“Why didn't you fight back? Even if there were too many of them for you to handle, why didn't you catch one and bite him, bite him to death!” I punched the toughened glass tea table into pieces.
At first, my son was scared into silence by my rage, and then he hesitantly said, "Didn't you and mom say not to fight with people..."
I said, "As long as you don't bully others, when you encounter scumbags like that, you fight them to death! At that moment, you don't need to consider the manners and rules that Dad taught you!" I was hysterical.
"What are you doing!" the wife took her son in her arms. "Why didn't you tell mom and dad when such a thing happened and you came home?"
"The fathers of those four kids are either officials or wealthy. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, so I thought it would be better not to let you know..."
What a crappy excuse!
But son, there are some things you can't handle!
Handan Isn't the lesson of the child buried in the vegetable shed painful enough!
I finally understand why the child comes back from School every week looking so tired! A twelve or thirteen year old child, carrying a heavy school bag, dragging swollen legs, walking 7 kilometers... every step of his hurts my heart!
On Sunday, I drove my child to school. Just as we arrived at the school gate, I noticed a look of fear in my son's eyes. Following his gaze, I saw four half-sized boys dressed like characters from a delinquent manga, whistling at the girls. Many boys passing by voluntarily handed over some paper money to them. One child seemed to have given less, and one of the boys grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground. Despite being stronger than the aggressor, the child obediently allowed himself to be kicked and beaten like a little lamb.
Needless to say, these were "The Four Famous Constables."
I recorded a video with my phone.
When I arrived at school, I found the duty principal and handed over my son's injury report and the video I had just taken. The chubby Vice Principal Jia nodded at me repeatedly and said, "We will take this seriously!" As long as those few unruly kids don't bully others again, it's also good to reason with them.
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