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There is something in some people that defends the “helpless” no matter the race or age. I swear if they don’t go to heaven, hell will not be their bailiwick. Age is irrelevant, too.

So, when I was in the 4th grade and playing on the play ground during recess or lunch, I saw an 8th grade boy whaling the tar out of a 4th grader. I became infuriated and immediately tried to separate them and, failing at that immediately I began hitting on the 8th grader.

At that point the playground teacher hove into view and immediately tried to separate us all. Finally succeeding, she marched us all to the principal’s office.

The 6th grader and I were battered,bruised and dirty at that point. Finally in the principals office, we miscreants were lectured on the inappropriate nature of hour behavior. I do recall the 8th grader not looking the slightest bit contrite and I, still angry at the aggression of that guy toward a “little kid” was barely listening.

Finally the principal stopped and, staring at me, told me I was especially reprehensible as I was a girl and girls didn’t do what I did and beside all that “Your shoes are a mess, unpolished and muddy! and that means you will never amount to anything! I am calling your parents!” Notice, not “all” your parents, just mine.

That made me even angrier and when my Mom got there to put me into “confinement” I was spitting angry.

That was my introduction to the police state and how unforgiving and prejudiced authoritarian adults are.

I don’t see much difference now some 7o years later.

Maybe we have some work to do on ourselves.