I decided to confront the bully (and his mother) at Vidroid’s bus stop this morning after learning the bullying has been going on for some weeks and now escalated to the point where my son is being choked up against a wall. It turned into an ambush, something Vid and I have done before. We pulled up at the bus stop and waiting patiently. As soon as Vid said, “That’s them,” we were out of our car making a beeline.
I guess I am not someone you want to see headed towards you at 7 in the morning, with my black gym clothes and wild hair because I could see the fear in the kid’s eyes when he saw us coming and knew the game had changed. The mother glanced at him but had no time to react.
“You probably don’t know your son has been picking on mine but he has,” I said, speaking low and slow like John Wayne. On the driver’s side of the car, I stared the bully down. “Yep, he’s been doing all kinds of things and yesterday your kid had mine up against a wall and he was choking him,” I said addressing the mother but staring daggers across her at the kid. “You keep your hands off my son. Don’t you touch him,” I said to the kid.
I let go the eye contact and addressed the mother directly looking her right in the eye. “I would appreciate it if you could encourage your son to keep his hands off my son,” I said.
“Thank you. I have contacted the dean so I am sure you’ll be hearing from him today and you,” I said, staring at the very flustered kid… “You keep your hands off my kid, this is no joke.”
On that, I touched the mother’s shoulder, “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” she said, flustered.
“Have a good day, Vid,” I said.
“You too. Bye Mom.”
I got in my car without looking back and drove away. An hour later the dean called after getting my voice mail.
“I don’t care what you do,” I said. “It’s just got to be effective because we… my family is not going to put up with this kid beating on Vid and that is just all there is to it.”