Though it was not literally true, I went through my youth being called, mass-ass. To this day, it irks to think about this. That particular nickname was just for starters, for there were many more. I spent my grade school years being bullied by two girls in particular. On a daily basis, there was always something they said or did to make me feel hated and worthless. During the sixth grade, these girls spread a rumor that I was pregnant. There was no way that was possible, but the rumor took off, and I spent that year having my belly stared at as though at any minute, I'd magically produce a baby. I hated school and I hated being ganged up on. Because of that, I have an overdeveloped sense of what defines injustice. I don't join others when they maliciously gossip and I think I've taught my kids to be the same.
When I heard the news about Phoebe Prince today, the Massachusetts teen who committed suicide because she was bullied by a group of students and just couldn't live like that anymore, I cried. I can only imagine her torment. How bad was this abuse, that she decided her life was not worth living? She was 15. Nine teenagers from her school are facing a variety of felony charges because their malicious behavior led to her suicide.
It's about damned time.
Now, it would do my heart good to see the school administrators (who were aware) and the parents of these kids pay a price as well. They all turned a blind eye to the systematic torture of Phoebe. I can only hope there's a special place in hell for them.