OPEN LETTER TO WORMWOOD HIGH
Included in my current project:
God's For-BEAR-ance With Bullies
(Spiritual name assigned to school reflects the universality of this satanic scourge on society)
Wormwood High (You are NOT dear to me!!!):
Forty years ago I was too scared and downtrodden to whimper a protest, but now it’s high time I made my voice to be heard loud and clear!
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 could 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 40 years, 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 powderpuff school principal a good, scorching sermon about the importance of protecting the basic human rights of ALL students. I wish I’d had the clout to sue the bus company that took no action against the monster who hit me with a club and threatened me with other weapons. But back then, I was just a kid, broken in spirit, who barely had the guts to make a formal complaint. But as God is my witness, I have sworn I will stand up and be counted in this war on bullying!
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, and would otherwise have found school a pleasure, but I was forced to quit because my ravaged 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 diplomas. To put it delicately, I wouldn’t even wipe my nose on it. If one were to arrive in the mail from you tomorrow, I would just toss it in the trash!
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 wimpy, politically correct principal too chicken to get tough with those punks who came to school just to stir up trouble.
Even now, four decades later, you’re still as cowardly 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. Your campus is a blight on the landscape of my home town, an abomination to a God of Love. I hope never to set eyes on it ever again!
Schools never do learn, do they? Bullying isn’t kid stuff! It’s a HATE CRIME and a VIOLATION OF BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS AND CIVIL LIBERTIES!! The bully robs his victim of the right to learn and work in peace. The bully robs his victim of the pursuit of happiness, by destroying his ability to even be happy. The bully destroys his victim’s health and snuffs out the vitality of his victim’s soul, slowly but surely. 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.
I’ll close on a word of wisdom: America, along with many other countries, is reaping a bitter harvest in its public schools for decades of failure 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.
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!