I was the victim of severe, racially motivated “bullying” when I was growing up. I’m well acquainted with the damage systematic humiliation can do to the soul.
Nevertheless, contemporary (and “trendy”) anti-bullying campaigns disgust me with their hypocrisy, for this reason:
They’re not concerned with the incredibly antagonistic racial “bullying” that takes place (unless, of course, it is being perpetuated by white students against a minority; then, holy Hell will be raised. But when it’s against whites? Meh. Them honkies probably deserved it).
Instead, the anti-bullying campaign is motivated by a desire to destroy what’s left of traditional European social mores in the folk-mind of the populace. “You must accept these radical, homosexual lifestyles” we’re told, or “you must accept race-mixing” or “you must accept the boy who wants to wear a red dress to the prom” and God help you if you snub your nose at them, or antagonize them in any way. If you do, a host of politically-correct elite will appear and haul you to some rehabilitation gulag.
(Think that’s hyperbole? Wait 10 years then re-read this post).
I happen to love the old European social mores. I think its heroic when a few brave, high-school jocks take it upon themselves to enforce (and impose) traditional hierarchies onto their peers.
Of course, I’d prefer the jocks didn’t have to do that. It’s really a job for police officers. If society rejected the insanity of rabid-egalitarianism, and embraced rigid social hierarchies (so popular in old Europe – read Jane Austen or Sir Walter Scott, or even Charles Dickens to see life lived in sanity), maybe the poor jocks wouldn’t have to take it upon themselves to uphold social order?
We could nurture their natural feelings of leadership. We’d stop labeling them with pejorative terms like “bully”, and start recognizing them as brave defenders of a Christian social order.
This is what Southern apologist Henry Hughes had in mind when he called Antebellum Dixie a “warrantist” state. Every position warranted the other, and if you acted outside your station, you were hurting all the stations. It was much more harmonious than the social anarchy of today.
At least there, no elite group of millionaires would ignore the death of poor Aaron (because he’s white) while lamenting the fates of homosexuals who are heckled in the locker-room, or fretting over the complaints of offended black parents who happened to attend a basketball game where students were wearing gorilla masks.