One evening during the kindergarten Christmas play, the proud parents crowded around the small raised wooden platform that stood in the front of the classroom. Cameras flashed as the cute kindergarten kids sang Christmas carols while they waited in line to climb up the two steps to the stage. They were so adorable dressed up like angels, shepherds, and wise men (Remember, this was before the ACLU and Madeline O'Hare ruined it).
Suddenly my eye caught something that made my stomach tighten up. Bully Bobby was in line behind my daughter and I saw him push her hard from behind. Yikes! She was pointing her finger in Bobby's face giving him the admonition. I waved my arms frantically to get my daughter's attention. As the children spread out to take their places on stage, I watched in horror when bully Bobby punched my daughter in the arm. She wound up and smacked him hard on the nose! Boom! Bobby's little bully feet were pointing at the ceiling lights when he hit the wooden stage flat on his back. He began to cry.
Teachers, parents, and children were yelling at my daughter when I scooped her off the stage. I backed them off telling them, "If you can't protect her, she will protect herself."
Mary was never a gang member. However, she learned too well the lesson of bully Bobby and the politically correct school authorities. To this day nobody, male or female, messes with my daughter.
This is the kind of incident that occurs every day to demonstrate to kids that our system can't be relied on to protect them and that when the going gets tough you can only count on your friends and your fists.