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19
Feb
2017
I don’t know much about bullying. Either by being bullied, or being a bully myself.
I had a boss, for a short while, who was a bully. And when I was a skinny kid with an English accent, the boy next door attempted to bully me, but a bigger kid took me under his wing, and that ended the bullying.
I won’t pretend my high school had no bullying. I didn’t get bullied – at least, not that I can remember. \But I remember one boy who seemed to get constantly picked on – perhaps because he never fought back. One day some of the other kids locked him into a locker, too cramped to move, with no light, for a whole period.
I didn’t stop them. Maybe that makes me an accomplice.
But here’s the thing – not one of those people would have called what they were doing “bullying.”
Bullying is defined by the victim. Never by the bully.
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