You are a good Dad. I rode school buses like this; or walked home and we endured endless abuse. And that was 40 years ago. My parents refused to believe it, and we just had to endure.
Thanks; I’m a mess, but I’d never tolerate that. I never understood trailer parks until I was old enough to realize that the alternative for many would be living in a city (with all that implies).
When I was younger Hispanics were just appearing, and they were a quiet lot. Now they’ve over-run the place, but for the most part are quiet, peaceful people. The youngest ones, raised in the wider culture, are different but still preferable to the alternative.
I can relate. My post #29 chronicles some of my bus adventures.
When I tell my story to people, they often ask “why didn’t you tell your parents?”
I don’t know. Its hard to explain...but it never even crossed my mind. It was a different era, and even at 6 years old, I felt ashamed that I couldn’t defend myself on the bus. The last thing I would have considered was bring my parents into the situation. One day my brother and I really got roughed up getting off the bus. We were near the back and had to walk a gauntlet of much older kids to get off. They started thumping us and pulling at our clothes and spitting at us. My shirt got torn...and this was a shirt that my grandmother had just given me after a vacation...so it had some tourist destination painted on it. It was clearly recognizable as the brand new shirt from my grandmother...and it was torn. My parents were furious that I had ruined it. I remember they pressed me as to what had happened, and I just felt ashamed about the entire incident...and never did tell them what really happened.