OPEN LETTER TO WORMWOOD HIGH
Taken from my book: God's For-BEAR-ance With Bullies
Read for free on my site
Wormwood High (You’re bitter like wormwood, as in Amos 5:7 and Rev. 8:10-11)
666 Lucifer Lane (Bullies are anti-love and anti-Christ)
Hometown, U.S.A. 00000 (Wimpy, worthless schools everywhere add up to a big zero!)
Wormwood High (You are NOT dear to me!!!):
Forty-odd years ago I was too scared and downtrodden to whimper a protest, but I’m not gonna leave this earth till I speak my piece. So here goes: “I’m hacked off at you!”
You profess to be a fully accredited high school, teaching students a well-rounded curriculum. How about adding Common Courtesy 101? Maybe you can’t, because of severe underfunding. For all I know, you might be bankrupt financially as well as morally.
True to my expectation, you issued me no apology in response to my letter. I’d thought that after nearly half a century, you’d 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 “wasn’t their problem” because it occurred “off school grounds”. Well, I wouldn’t have been on that blasted bus to begin with if I hadn’t had to go to YOUR school! There was not one iota of compassion or human empathy shown by that spineless wormy excuse for a human being!
The worst of the (physical) bullying happened on the bus, but the weapon used was made at YOUR school!!! Butch made his club in YOUR woodworking class, a class funded by the government, like all the other cl(*****) at your nitwit school. I should have SUED the pants off Wormwood High 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, that’s 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 couldn’t see past the end of his pointy nose and thought Butch was inventing a new type of bowling pin.
This was your school’s comprehensive anti-bullying policy: Just ignore the weak whimpers made by that whiny victim of bullying and maybe she’ll just slink away and quit demanding justice! Don’t try to change the foul atmosphere here, because, as Darwin said, it’s the survival of the fittest and the rejects at the bottom of the heap can just go to hell! Just pass the buck and don’t 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 principal’s 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 I’d 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 didn’t even know HOW to complain!
Well, now I DO know how to complain! It’s spelled S-C-R-E-A-M! Soft-spoken, 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 make all the noise they can! I have dedicated the rest of my life to waging war against the works of satan, and that includes bullying!
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 didn’t keep order in schools (and on buses) when I was going to school! In Biology class the only seat available faced the 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 I’d been sitting down, or if it had gone into my body? Think about it. Not to mention all the tacks those two dimwits put into my chair.
You’re too cowardly to email or write me back. Maybe the head honchos who ran Wormwood High in 1968 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 hould have been made to me.. My theory is logical enough: You’re scared witless that if I hear from you we’ll sue. But what could I gain by suing you? 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 Wormwood High is repugnant to me. I wouldn’t pay two cents for one of your dummy diplomas. To put it delicately, I wouldn’t 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 don’t 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, four decades later, you’re still as spineless as ever. 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. 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 Wormwood High again!
Schools never do learn, do they? Bullying ain’t kid stuff! It’s 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.
I’ll close on a word of wisdom: 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. Armed guards patrol the corridors of America’s public schools, thanks to the yawning indifference of school administrators and legal catch-22’s 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 couldn’t care less!
One angry old Bear