No Kings, No Swastikas, No Confederate Flags, No Violence
I remember getting assaulted when I was young. It would happen on the school bus, in the playground, in the hallway, and even in the classroom. Some bully would run up and hit me or push me and then run off laughing.The first few times this happened, I did what I’d been instructed to do. I told a teacher, or a parent, or a relative, or an adult. But it didn’t matter who I talked to, they all responded the same.They’d smirk and give me a skeptical look and say, “Well, I don’t think somebody would run up and hit you for no reason. You must have done something to provoke that behavior. Now, why…
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