Per Wikipedia - "In colloquial speech, bullying often describes a form of harassment
perpetrated by an abuser who possesses more physical and/or social
power and dominance than the victim. The victim of bullying is
sometimes referred to as a target. The harassment can be verbal,
physical and/or emotional.
... Targets of bullying in school are often pupils who are considered strange or different by their peers to begin with, making the situation harder for them to deal with."
One of our sons has been bullied recently. He seems to grasp what has happened and although hurt and fatigued, he has a surprisingly logical perspective about the situation. The bully-er is not a bad or mean child and is fortunate to have a mother who received the information graciously and will redirect his behavior appropriately. I'm confident of this.
My brother Mallory Joe was severely bullied when he was in the sixth grade. We were raised to be lovers, not fighters. No toy guns in our house, no hitting, no unkindness tolerated... Mother wouldn't even allow us to say the word "weird" because it was derogatory. People aren't weird, she would say, they're... different.
Mallory Joe didn't know how to handle the bullying. I don't think Mom knew how bad it was. She listened to my brother and encouraged him to take the high road, remember sticks and stones may break my bones... all the quasi-hippie, make love, not war encouraging words. Mallory Joe did what Mom said... and continued to get. his. ass. kicked.
One day Mallory Joe came home from school, disheveled, clothing torn and clearly shaken. Mother asked him what had happened. I watched her make-love-not-war-philosophy fly out the window as she listened to the humiliation my brother had endured after school.
She sent Mallory Joe and one of his friends out to find the bully that afternoon. She was calm and firm as she gave the boys specific instructions on how and what to say to the bully.
I'll never forget seeing Mallory Joe and his friend confidently ride away on their bicycles, empowered with the knowledge that amnesty for acts not yet committed awaited them when they returned home. Mother channeled her best pissed-off Miss Piggy voice and yelled after them, "OH... AND MAKE HIM BLEED, HONEY!"
- "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye."
- Miss Piggy