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Do you think that Elon Musk looks like the lead singer from Tears for Fears? Are they random dopplegangers?

This morning (the first hour is the wildest), Sergei was in the gym, screaming the N word, antagonising staff assigned to encourage him into his classroom, and posturing, pushing, and personally insulting people Calling staff fat, lots of N word, bitch, pussy, lots of posturing (boy, you’re 100 pounds, max, anyone could take you down, and eventually they did).

I was starting our day in our classroom, and trying to manage the aural atmosphere. If a kid is screaming obscene words outside the door, and throwing objects like shoes or basketballs at our door, and all my students are getting upset, trying to go out there to get into the crisis reenactment, I put on louder video or music.

This morning I opted for one of my students’ #FAVORITE #songs Shout… Shout… LET IT ALL OUT These are the things we can do without! Come on! I’m talking to you! Come on!

We all sang that song loudly which overcame the sound of the kid screaming and crying, after finally getting the restraint he’d been begging for since he woke up

In a restraint, 4-5 adults hold you down, and wait for you to calm down. If you don’t calm your body (stop struggling against the restraint), within 10 minutes, they/we release you. If you walk away, sit, or stand calmly, we start entering “talk about the feelings and incident” phase. Let’s walk and talk. Then back to class, if possible.

The 80’s #music culture we’ve cultivated has helped us- our classroom surf the noise of despair right outside out door, let’s go 1984, rise up.

I will add that if anyone inside the room is showing aggression, we encourage them to leave. It’s a desperate situation. If the communication stays open between adults and kids, people can learn.

The Weakling Fooled us, GD it! I should resign

He/she/they foooled ALL OF US AT THE SCHOOL Knowing that’s their mfkn modus operandi! I KNOW Patrick I know how he set his parents up, accusing them of abuse calling the police on them. They had to install cameras to prove he was lying. He openly admits he does it to get something he wants If people say no, he’ll threaten with reporting them And regularly reports tons of incidents that he makes up

I still fell for it. I said, Am I a racist piece of shit!? I asked all the adults involved, they said no, Patrick fooled ALL of us. Their therapist said the reason is the accusation resembled behaviors the accused has shown before: of being sexually inappropriate with classmates, and attempting to engage on social media in fucked up ways That classmates do not like, and report to their parents, who finally Have to decide if they want to sacrifice their entire family and life to this psychotic child that’s using terrorism to control them Or send the child to experts, people who are prepared to physically intervene to preserve safety, and who show up to work with kids like them. In between, some evaluations, but overall, it’s because both home and school have said: this child is way to dangerous for us to deal with. And also they’re ruining everything for everyone else. So they are sent away, to us, to me, and yesterday I was bragging.

I said this is why we make the big bucks (sarcasm/exaggeration, but true relative to average “basic” teacher salaries. SPED teachers get a little more.

But should I even collect my paycheck, given I believed a child-con-artist accusing a roommate of sexual comments, gestures, and also kicking, attacking him. Pat said he was terrified, I freakin’ GAVE HIM A HUG. I HELPED GET HIM INTO ANOTHER UNIT AND CLASSROOM.

Yo, do you remember that movie with a priest, and a lawyer- Richard Gere- the accused is Edward Norton. Edward was abused by a priest, the priest raped him when he was young. So later he returns and cut the priest up, throws his blood everywhere, makes it nasty. Then when he gets arrested, Richard Gere defends him on an insanity plea But at the VERY END, after everyone’s convinced Norton doesn’t remember killing the priest (he fakes an alternative personality, or performs it consistently enough in the court for the jury to get a not guilty verdict. But of course at the very end he reveals to his lawyer who’s feeling great about his success as a genius lawyer, that he was lying the whole time, and happy with killing the priest. He pretends the fake accent that he used in court, and laughs at Richard Gere.

So that’s what Patrick did to us. Why? Maybe because he is attracted to Leontae. They’re both probably gay. Pat is a girl, wears a rainbow unicorn onsie every day, and female mannerisms. Leontae is tall, dark black, with dignified mannerisms and obvious, constant emotional distress, broken up by happy moments walking high on toes striding around, looking off into imaginary lang, and grinning (Autism love to do their thang).

Patrick is probably scared of Leontae. But we watched all the video footage of them together on the unit and everywhere in the building and there was no evidence of Pat’s accusations. on video it actually looked like Pat is following Leontae around.

So there I was— helping shuttle Patty away from Leontae who wanted to really hit or hurt Pat for telling people he was saying sexually inappropriate things, and asking things about sex, I protected Pat, who had made the whole thing up.

So this morning Leontae was out there, waiting for Patty near his (new) classroom door. My point was, fine, let him get him. You can’t lie about people the way Patrick does. It is actual terrorism. All to get something you want. And he got it. He got a roommate, unit, and classroom change. And I helped him do it :(

I apologized to Leontae today. My teammate said don’t apologize to kids because they’ll use it against you, but I said, no I think we need to model how to make an appropriate healthy apology, like taking responsbility without making excuses, renewing the argument, or asking the injured party to make the injuring party feel better about hurting them

Taking responsibility is always good. Kids learn the lesson or they don’t.

When we saw Patty in the cafeteria during change of 1st-2nd lunch I said to them, I know you lied to us, now. And I said, You wouldn’t have to be afraid of Leontae right now (he was trying to hide behind staff when we came in- and we were protecting him!), if you HAD NOT LIED ABOUT HIM.

Like Leontae said, he lied on my name. facts. so I said, if Leontae goes for him again, let Patrick catch a few licks. That will stick better, as a lesson, than us rescuing him.

Leontae is a gentle, poetic person. And he’s gay. He doesn’t want to beat Patrick up. He wants to hug. I’m so mad I kicked him away from us yesterday, “rescuing” Patrick. In retrospect, the whole thing is trifling af. What a long week! Still grateful for it.

No One Cares About (your coffee)

After school, we help take the kids up to their units in the orphanage My most difficult student based on high intelligence (smart evil kids are way harder) was refusing to transition up. He used to spend transition time in another class, but they won’t transition with him anymore based on his insane asylum behavior (attacking, screaming, etc. usually over candy or a reward he didn’t earn)

So he was by himself in the gym and I decided to hang out, from a distance til somebody else can take him on His vocal chords are five stars He would excel as a cheerleader and in theater, and as a heavy metal singer I wanted to just wait and watch him but since he’s addicted to attention he started harassing me. After I didn’t respond to being called a dumb bitch, he knocked the coffee out of my hand It fell and spilled. I still didn’t respond, I just hustled my coffee into a locked room and returned. He started yelling how nobody cares about me Busted out of the gym, and broke down like a baby in the outer stairwell, crying in big, heaving sobs

That was my last moment with him, yesterday today’s a new day.

The Airforce and Navy Seals of Teachers

Alternate Title: we all protect the weakling

9:00 AM Martinez came in angry. He goes in and out of the classroom, despite being instructed to stay in with us, given the chaos in the gym.

In the gym, at least 3 kids are screaming at the top of their lungs, trying to break stuff, pounding on doors, yelling curses included worst ones than you might have ever heard.

Last week Martinez accidentally broke my teammates thumb during an angry mood. Today he tried to hurl a chair and other things His IQ is around 60. He’s autistic, “low functioning,” but “verbal.”

80% of the time, I can be a “Martinez whisperer,” and flip his mood to happy. He immediately reacts poorly to a stern voice. Today he called me a whore, told my teammate he hates her and will never be her friend again. he told all of us that he’ll shoot us all, and attacked our weakest member, Patrick, intermittently Violating other students personal space, taking their stuff, sitting at their desks, mad that we have school.

Andrew is also 100% mad that we have school, because it means there will be expectations. He’ll have to follow our schedule, (I barely even challenge him academically, academics come second to safety and physical emotional regulation).

He’s convinced himself that: He cannot tolerate not having scotch tape to create his art He has a right to make paper figure art 12/24 hours a day without interruption. Otherwise, it’s our fault that he starts yelling and threatening rampage and destruction. If we would just put on a movie and stop bothering him, he wouldn’t have to call us names and scream about it.

At the end of the day he was furious at me because we witheld his daily potential reward. He didn’t get the scotch tape and sissors and he didn’t get to print pictures from the classroom computer.

When he’s mad, he mutters to himself, rocks in his desk, shakes, grimaces, points at people, balls his fist at people, makes verbal threats, and cries. None of that really bothers me. I felt great about witholding the reward. He lost it because he complained dramatically about being asked to do simple tasks (our academic schedule), and kept engaging in back-and-forth argument with Sheldon, who spends all his time at school trying to instigate conflict with anyone and everyone. He cannot tolerate not getting his way, either.

See, kids do have “special needs.” But one very special need kids have is learning how to accept “no” and “not right now.” If adults who raised them haven’t been able to hold the line and have given in when annoying, aggressive, and unpleasant behaviors escalate, rather than letting the child take space to be mad, but also shown compassion and regulation that they can copy. Adults have to model the ability to accept disappointment and comfort kids who are disappointed once the rage (if it flares) subsides.

Many adults and parents can’t tolerate the idea of their child being angry at them. They take the fury personally, and are triggered by memories of being young, powerless, and disappointed, and in many cases, children are already MEETING ADULTS EMOTIONAL NEEDS OR TRYING TO, because their parent expects it.

Children are actually people. They have the full range of thoughts, emotions, all of that. They are extremely perceptive, especially about mood and body language. The worst thing adults can do to children is

expect children to meet their needs. needs for intimacy, needs to feel in control, needs to assuage fear needs of practical caretaking, parenting younger siblings because the parents are struggling with homelessness, incarceration, addiction and alcoholism. — in other words the war on poor people Most Children will do what they are asked to do. (the orphans could not) And by asking children to meet adults needs, the children are sacrificed

These students have been savagely sacrificed to adult needs. Which is why I don’t need anything from them, overall and on purpose. Adults should only ask other adults to meet their needs. Otherwise, you have children like my students, and they’re broken.

They cannot tolerate their feelings. They don’t know how to calm down. They haven’t seen adults calm themselves down. They’ve seen rage and racism. They’ve been targeted and neglected. They will be incarcerated, hospitalized, or ideally, in a functional group home when they graduate. They graduate according to individual goals, And they graduate no matter what. 21 is the oldest school can go for them.

At my job, there’s a lot of work looking for new homes for these kids. They were so consistently unmanageable that they’re sent to the cuckoo school It’s hard to convince another school or foster parents to want a child who’s aggressive on a daily basis, and may burn your house down, who has emotionally disturbed feces/urination behaviors, who abuses younger children, who may stab somebody with a fork (use plastic sporks) who can’t be left alone with pets, who should never be left alone at all. Don’t take your damn eyes off them or you’ll be sorry. This is a burden that has to be spread out, it can break an individual adult.

Last month, one of our housekeeping staff got fired because she slapped a student who came up to her, demanded a hug, and then spit on her (his modus operandi). I was on her side. She shouldn’t be required to deal with the students. She’s cleaning up their literal messes and didn’t train for composure given insane circumstances. I think they hired her back, though, it’s not a fun job, I bet. Lots of soiled linen. She was rude to me more than once, but got nicer over time. I’m on her side.

Patrick is a weakling that we conspire to protect (and dammit we fail). He’s a “girl.” I think he really is a girl or female, and wants to be, but has no power to do much about it. He jokes about being called girl names. He wears a onsie every day, with a tail, over his clothes. He stands with his hands at his nape like a little squirrel. He has big sad eyes, or mischievous, a dirty mullet for hair, and missing, gray teeth. He’s hard to understand, his voice doesn’t carry. He told me on Monday, when I asked “What’s new?” about the weekend Patrick: I’m pregnant with a unicorn Kid loves unicorns and Christmas lights, draws 100’s of the lights, I’d die trying to protect him! Thankfully I didn’t have to, yet

At the beginning of the day, he reported that Leontae had kicked him again, and threatened him not to tell, and being sexually inappropriate, pulling his pants down So as a team, we reported that stuff and set the process in motion.
Then Leontae’s therapist came down, and took him out, and told him off. He came back pissed off thinking snitches get stitches and tried to attack Patrick 3 times. I blocked for him twice and had to hustle Patrick to another classroom Leontae punched him in the head over my head, with his long arms.

Leontae is twice Patrick’s size. That triggers our desire to protect him as a basic decency.

I was sad Leo’s arm/fist reached Pat’s head because only last week, Sheist hit Patrick over the head, HARD (from behind, of course) with big, plastic, sound-cancelling headphones And it gashed his scalp, beneath the “business in the front” part.

When Leo got him, and I rushed Pat out, taking him to another room, while trying to get the stupid classroom door unlocked, I held up my leg and kicked Leo back. That’s what he gets, ay? I yelled HELP HELP and my new teammate who’s a big, fit sports guy He grabbed Leontae in a one-man hold While I jiggled the key to room 10 until it opened.

Walked back to my room, another student has crashed out and is being restrained after having the best day he’s ever had.

The school day ended, and I spent the rest of the day following up to make sure that Leo or Pat was moved to a new unit, and the roomateship would be no more. And this occurred.

If our students have repeated sexually inappropriate behaviors, we refer them to a brother program that specializes in that treatment Our program is more for severe Autism, IDD, and less consciously deviant students. Our student are slower. That doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt, even just accidentally, like tripping during a big commotion. My teammate broke her ankle like that, last year. I have multiple teammates and it changes. I’m the teacher. They have other positions that support me and the students.

At one point, even I was running away from Martinez in the gym He tore his hat off and threw it down. He can’t catch me, jogging. I’m really never mad at him. But I’m worried about him.

All the students act out the most against the weakest members. Sheist has punched 3 students in the back, people who won’t hit back. We try to talk to them about self-defense too, but some kids just won’t. Some kids really depend on adults to keep them safe. To get the predator away from them. I tried to talk to Patrick about kicking as a possible self-defense move. Could you think about kicking? the next time?

One of my kids used to bite another kid in the arm, he did it like 10-20 times. Every single time, the bitten kid would look up Confusedly, pointing to the boy hanging off his forearm, and not even be able to form the words. I would knock the arm out with an imprompru karate chop Not too hard, just to separate them, but we could not get the bitten party to do anything but freeze. The bitten party would even giggle- a bit of fawn. That’s sad!

I really get animated protecting victims from bullies but the most impossible thing – or the goal- would be for them to feel safe enough, to pick a self defense strategy. It can be sneaky. You can use a weapon. You can do it later, delayed. But you’re worth it, kiddo.

Andrew is a fighter. He wanted to attack both Martinez and Leontae, but was convinced to let it go. He tried everything to convince us not to hold him accountable for earlier behavior. Ranting, evil eye, crying, acting like he truly would not survive.

It feels good to be the calm one. Show em how to do it. Setting boundaries, not taking things personally. Following through with consequences, not falling apart when he shakes and tells me how mean I am, haha!

Today was a lot. And I’ve written a lot. Driving home, I thought how drivers deserve to crash, and so does the U.S.

Minneapolis in summer was worth its own time and date stamp

Here it goes: i love you mom

i love you, city— i loved being what we were then

and what we are now, too, that’s the gift from all of you,

It’s a poll about candy, and a memory

for girls and, for us

holding onto mom’s skirts, from the van in the hot parking lot

into the cool, department store: SEARS, things were in our budget

Pick out dresses for Easter Sunday, and sets to wear

for school graduation, the limit you’ll spend is 100 each

Generous, a week of work, at least

Are swedish fish a bright memory for other 80’s kids?

vote yes or no, below.

For us, yes, because my mom bought them at SEARS

in south Minneapolis

My true, true, true, truest home

Somehow (impossibly? fictionally? coincidentally?

HOW?!!!)

Racking my brain: IT CAN’T BE RANDOM

HOW MY HOME is the war site

THE WAR FOLLOWed us Stalking our black and brown friends

STINKY CLAWS, THE OLD, white ENTRAILS

WHITE DEVILS FOLLOWed us, seeking witches to burn

Overview: #Minneapolis in 2026 makes me personally proud— I’m yelling,

“GO, HOMETOWN! KEEP #VIOLATING #DHS #ICE #illegal #OCCUPATION!”

Minneapolis isn’t perfect, has a bloody history, not

easy for any black or “othered” people there, or anywhere

The #resistance has been unbelievable in response

How they been fighting back, how they been clever

#clown them with nonviolent #pranks and #traps like throwing #snowballs and #homealone movie type shit- your creativity for peace deserves a nobel prize!

(And they gave you one)

THAT keeps our #spiritsup #kopfhoch —this means keep your head up

in German. German is not an evil language,

Of course there is a white devil there, born as Jesus died

But Americans who judge Germans

are ignorant of their own history.

The Nazis and the Stasi came AFTER American slavery

and Jim Crow Apartheid.

Not all German people are bad.

European boundaries are not the real boundaries.

OK, swedish fish hold the motherish memories, the city, the summer,

Chicago Ave. and Lake Street, our neighborhood.

My mom, our mother so clearly wanted to get what we wanted

to please me, shopping, she and I would would go on and on,

store to store, she’d increase the amount of of money she’d spend on an outfit

for ME, just so I’d feel quality cute, in something that looked great on me.

Our parents wanted to give us what we dreamed of, even

fancy college, fancy degrees, time spent on adventures

Of course, they started with each other, making silly dreams come true

Taught us the laughter of survival, insanity when the wind blows you back.

Minneapolis is not perfect, the names name the genocide, as a place

that always belonged to others, Dakota and Lakota

All the names prove their history, may they last and someday flourish.

I swam in Nikomis, at sunset, my baptism, and I miss it, the lake.

I miss the time of candy at SEARS, the terrible journey to air,

Mom crashing out, getting mad, dragging us out of there, then

get us an ice cream cone to cool down, laugh it off-

that was ours, we had something.

5:30: it’s the Hour of the Murderous Crows

The bleak, March sunset, they descend blackly, Across the graveyard, filling up the bare trees Call and response, it’s time for our ritual Hola, hola, I saw a black bird speaking Spanish online And I saw one speak Russian as well, privyet! Crows gather in clouds overhead, soaring, rounding, landing Here to eat everything we’ve left, leave a feather with a spell for you, my dear.

The crow said there is no ethical war to wage Wage the murder of the hour, instead, overcome them War is failure of song and dance War is always for land and oil War is always disgusting, don’t look! Don’t look, The blood on the floor of schools, mosques, the rocket blast victims, close up, don’t look

Say they had bayonettes, which are nasty or trench warfare, busting out, machine guns to heaven or hell, collect my body Say they had swords and shields, on horses Say they had a viral disease to share Say they have poison, nerve gasses, Say they drop the big bombs

We kill the most efficiently the most horrifically, completely We “win,” caw caw
We draw the new boundaries We rule the sky, land, and water We shit in it We write it in history books Our country believes it

but others don’t, caw caw the roots of revenge are deeper than the roots of impulsive greed

A Very Particular Horror the funny glass of time

nostalgia is such a thing that the past is rosier, sweeter, better than it was

and it glosses over how hard it was the grayer side of ages

pain was so much worse than we let it be, looking back but go far enough away or ask people in another culture

what do you think of psychological torture that’s so mild, so insidious, so convincing that you become completely alone among your own kind you can't trust anyone, you are ashamed of your questions your own people treat you harshly, impatiently, try to rid themselves of you?
show them how everything looks pretty but people kill themselves by the dozens and kill each other even more, even faster, and there’s no brotherhood, no sisterhood, no family

there are no walks through a forest, collecting and discerning the most beautiful growth among us, the sun dappled leaves pure water running over the rocks, herds of animals roaming free to exist, buffalo not annhilated for white men’s amusement and sport. tell the people who’s foreign to our specialties, the relentless subjugation of everything female, the body, the spirit all dissected to be applied to the work machine, as parts of the machine working 14 hours a day, feeling despair upon waking each morning feeling grief that can’t be named, can’t even exist unnamed, so powerful so buried, so rooted with the trees of rage, that to be real and safe become incompatible. to survive is to conform and die inside but live out your days following rules, laws, directions, social, racial hierarchies, the merchant and petty-bourgoise class’s relentless disgust notwithstanding not affecting you personally. they hate me, but i must keep working for them or my babies will die. then they show you how they can kill your babies if they want to, for no reason at all, and no excuse afterward we are nothing to them, but we still do our lives, 9-5 and no more if we’re lucky. if we're women, then all of our labor in the home is rejected as meaningful, valuable, or worthy of recompense

then to live the horror but not be allowed to see it, say it, name it to be shunned and bullied when they see you don’t like it you don’t think cruelty is funny, you don’t admire them you pity them, and they’ll kill you for that without hesitation

is that someone anyone with freedom would choose? if they weren’t bound by it, like they didn’t attach that reality to “the reality,” because it’s such a bloody set of lies but the trinkets and bobbles, the benefits to classes higher than straight up poor, the pathetic Amazon delivered bribes, are too attractive to us. convenience is too valuable to America.

all this shit aristocrats invent and shove down our throats to make american lives more convenient and cut off from the reality of genocide and slavery, and we even think 'it’s not my fault, it has nothing to do with me,' then why such misery, fellow shipwrecks?

if ‘it’s not our fault,’ why rush to gorge on addictions, beg for hits, outsiders might say, they’re not living people.
being undead, dead, consumers, consumed isn’t this a viscious sort of experience? learning to hate your own body and view it as something the aristocracy owns to use and dispose, to pretend to agree to that, is the pain so not just the pain itself, but the song and dance for them.

Schizophrenic American Fantasy

days, months, years go by and no one kills the aristocrats

until we execute villains, our nation is kaput, invalid,

no constitution, no viable country it was all we really ever had

we gotta do this like the french and english,

like king charles how when they went to arrest him at his ranch was it pablo escobar?

or could be at the white house

the king was bored and angry in his castle all the peasants were starving and dead

charlie demanded, when knock knock, they came, ON WHOSE AUTHORITY DO YOU ARREST ME (moi?)

he wanted to know who had given the order who betrayed, who sold him out

but one of the arresting soldiers pointed a gun at his chin and said, “this is all the authority I need.”

and it was a sword, not a gun, right next they still held a trial for him good manners, fair game

then the guns sang, our gang banging our flag, well, the man’s time is up, it’s good riddance

the race

when someone is driving crazy on the highway i’m a little tempted to fuck w them like to race them

today a crazy driver cut me off by swerving into the left lane, where i was managing to ignore my broken window being stuck open and excited about getting home

i honked at him, party to say, Hello I’m here please don’t crash into me and party to say, WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?

So this driver was crazy AND petty because they slowed way down, to punish me for honking And their entire back window wasn’t there Shards of glass around the edges, like someone Shot it out, who knows? It was a banged up car I thought, maybe they’re running to/from something Criminal, like a murder, switching lanes every 10 seconds

i was obsessed with this car for at least a mile because i know this stretch of highway and it slows down before the bridge, so you have to be careful, but they kept switching lanes, not even getting that far and I wanted SO BADLY to pass them but I couldn’t get up there

So we went through the tunnel, and this driver SWITCHED LANES IN THE TUNNEL, big no no You stay in your lane in the tunnel

we parted ways on the bridge, but my attachment took a while to recede from the emotional space of my car

I got home in one piece but can’t roll the windows up because like I said they're broken, and I still owe about 4k on this stupid Nazi Chevrolet I wish it was the “roll up” type of window from the last century because then I bet it would be working Not a fucking button, what can you do with that?

Racist Trash

Yesterday, after lunch, according to our routine, my class was walking laps in the gym. There was a student there from another class who didn’t go to lunch because he was on the hamster wheel. Where he tries to run so hard and fast that he get’s beat up and killed Except we’re professionals who don’t take things personally plus, many cameras watch us work, this isn’t a natural setting.

So my kids are walking/running laps, and “Bobby” is targeting A black man, his staff person, who’s trying to tune it out. Bobby’s like, You fucking nigger, your mom’s a nigger bitch You’re a bitch, you’re a fucking pussy, you love to hurt kids You love putting your hands on little kids, you fucking nigger

So, coming around the bend, I say to him, STOP. MY KIDS ARE WALKING AND DON’T WANT TO HEAR THIS RACIST TRASH.

He keeps going, ups it a little bit, getting closer to his staff, I walk another lap, I say, HE DOESN’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK With the tone of, if I could’ve spit at him, I would, Huk tuh! Miserable little brat, skinny piece of demented white trash, School shooter, red eyes, unwanted by anyone, almost 18.

Then we went into the room. One of my teammates said to The kids, Good job ignoring the negativity! I said, Well, I could not. I didn’t ignore it, so not me. No good job for me.

At the end of the day, I talked to his staff. That’s when I said to Ms. Robin, let them beat him up. Let them, let the kids beat him up. It won’t stop him But it will make them feel better, and they deserve that.

When they start chasing him around your classroom Let them catch him. Don’t call for support. Don’t call for an official restraint, the nurse, all that. Pretend you can only Move in slow motion. Don’t break it up, either. Let nature do it’s thing.

She said, We have to break up fights, we have to I said, lots of teachers try, and then it looks bad on camera And the school throws them to the wolves. You got in it. You got a black eye, from the kid getting beat up because they will turn their shame on you. Lots of kids are afraid of each other, but will assault their staff Because they know they’re safe with us, we won’t hit back.

Let that kid catch everything coming to him. People in this country work WAY too hard at protecting racists. These are black staff showing him this level of patience. For me, I’d be good if they cut the cameras off for ten minutes.