Know what makes me mad? The fact that children are coming to a point where they feel that it is better to be dead than to be who they are. These kids are being tortured. Every day. All the time. And they are dying. We have to stop this.
I am angry at the people bullying, obviously. It goes deeper than that, though. I am angry at their parents, for allowing their children to use words like gay, or faggot, or queer as an insult. Maybe they don’t know their kids are doing this, okay, my question then is why? Why don’t they know? They need to know. We have to stop this.
I am angry at the teachers, and faculty in the schools. My mother is a teacher. I know teachers hear what goes on in the hallways. I believe that it is their responsibility, their job, to stop it. I was teased in school. It was truly horrible. These days though? Twenty times worse. Now, we have the internet, this wonderful thing that I love so much. For some of these children, it is just another vehicle of torture. So now there is no safe place. There is no shutting the door at the end of the school day. Bullying is now a 24/7 business. We have to stop this.
I am angry at all of the bystanders, the people who hear the names, see the fights, read the posts, and do…..nothing. I understand that they might be afraid, I do. I know they don’t want to lose their friends. I know that they don’t want the bullying to be turned on them. Silence, in this case, is deadly. We have to stop this.
So how do we stop it? I wish I knew. I wish that I had a magic answer that would keep even one more person from suffering, but I don’t. I can teach my children, and I do. I tell them that making fun of a person for being gay makes as much sense as making fun of a person for having blond hair, or green eyes. I tell them if they hear it, to stop it. I try to make them understand that gay is just who some people are, like some people are straight. No better, no worse. Most of all, I tell them that loving someone is and never will be wrong. Because, people, we have to stop this.