A Little Story..

Something really occurred to me today at work, and I think it is something I have known for a very long time, if not as long as I have been capable of thought. I hate bullies.

 

These types of people come in all shapes, sizes, races, creeds, genders, and age. In fact just today my 4 year old son told me about a bully in his pre-kindergarten class, she is 4 as well. She has pushed him off the slide and taken toys from him during playtime. My son is a very friendly kid, and really has not yet learned how to deal with this type of confrontation. As a kid, I never had to deal with bullies, as I was always able to make people laugh which I believe saved me from it, so I am sure my son in time will learn ways of dealing with it.

 

I work with bullies. People who instead of using good social skills to get what they want, just take it, or scare people into giving it to them. These people are idiots, but for some reason seem to excel in their jobs. Possibly because, even their boss is afraid not to give them what they want. What a sad way to get through life.

 

But perhaps the worst kind of bully is the one who picks on people unable and incapable of standing up for themselves. Case in point:

 

As many of you know, I work in a prison. In fact it is an adult male medium security facility. This means we have a lot of bad people in our walls. Some of these people do very bad things to other people. Of course, I generally don’t give two shakes about inmates, but even I draw the line. Recently 2 new arrivals (skinners) arrived at our facility. Both suffered pretty severe developmental disabilities. Both have the cognitive ability of 4 or 5 year old children. Basically these are 4 or 5 year olds in 20 year old bodies put into an environment of rape and other various forms of violence. These 2 can not stand up for themselves. Needles to say they were both immediately preyed upon by older more violent inmates (bullies), who claimed them as their property.  Essentially, they are owned much like you or I would own a dog. Only difference, we would not treat our dogs the way these 2 have been treated by their “owners”. They were forced to do “housework” for their owner. Cleaning cells, clothes, shoes, laundry, and other various odd house keeping jobs. They were also forced into various sexual acts, yes they were raped, and brutally. Then these 2 human beings, essentially children, were then forced to fight each other, while their “owner” took bets from the onlookers. A pretty sweet deal for him. That is until I found out about it. I am somewhat known as a staff member that inmates can come to when they want certain information handled with care, such as this type of situation. Other inmates want it to stop, but just can’t, so they will in private come to me. Needless to say, they are safe for now, but I am sure as long as they are in prison, they will have to deal with bullies. And our prison is known to be a softer easier place to do time. If an inmate is able to defend himself, he is on his own, but this was the saddest thing I have ever seen in my life. Moral: Stay out of prison!

 

 

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