This photo was taken in July, 1963. It was my last summer–for many years–of believing that I was lovable outside of my family. Just around the corner, a bully awaited me, surrounded by her followers, who were all afraid of what the bully’s revenge would look like if they didn’t follow her orders. Bullying is not an event; it is an evil seed. If the one being bullied has no antidote (in the form of parental support, or religious/cultural re-interpretation... Read more













