He rushed in this morning, his eye swollen and his knuckles bleeding. He drops off his stuff, makes a big commotion, and asks for his work because he's going home early.
I take him in the hallways, and hear his story. Apparently a couple of kids jumped him on the way to school today. That's not that unusual; there are beefs between the schools and sometimes kids who go to our school are singled out and beat up because of it. But this one was unusual. My student got into some little ruckus with a boy at the busstop. The boy goes home, gets his dad, and the dad - with two other brothers in tow - follows the bus that my student got on. As soon as the bus let him off, the dad pulls over his car, lets his three boys out of the car, and leans against it. He watches, and the three boys beat the crap out of my student. In the middle of the street, with my student's notebook spilling all over. Finally, the traffic makes them scatter, and my student gets to school.
This is one of those moments when my image of people being fundamentally good gets a chink in the armor. A father driving his three kids to beat up a 14-year old boy? How on earth does that happen? It just makes me sick.
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