“You didn’t know this kid!”
“Those talking about how we should not have ostracized him, you didn’t know this kid! Okay! We did!”
The moment I heard Emma González say those words, I felt shock hit me. I immediately understood the gravity of the statement because I’ve said that statement.
“You didn’t know this kid.”
In middle school, there was this kid no one talked to. Everyone avoided him, mainly because he creeped everyone out. I don’t mean creep out in he would pick his nose, I mean this kid would carve the names of people he hated into his skin. He would get a blade, cut the names of people he hated into his skin.
These weren’t even the names of people who bullied him. In fact, no one bullied him because they were scared of him.
He scared people. He scared me. I tried talking to him but he would always say something racist so I just stopped. He had a really bad temper and the look in his eyes worried everyone.
Us middle schoolers didn’t know what to do, we were all thirteen years old. So we did what any kid would do, we told the principal. The kid was taken out of our school and got the help he needed.
Many adults criticized us for “ostracizing him.” We should’ve been nicer to him.
Imagine sitting with a person who had your name scarred into your skin.
“You didn’t know this kid.”
My freshman year there were these two girls in my choir class who always kept to themselves, only talking to each other. The other choir kids tried talking to them and having them join their groups, despite sensing weird vibes, but these two girls didn’t care.
At lunch, they only sat with each other. My friend at the time, who was a junior, advised me it was best to keep my distance. She told me they were obsessed with school shooters and had fantasies about the Columbine shooters. How did this girl know? She used to be friends with them.
Then the girls just disappeared.
Later, I found out the two girls were arrested for terroristic threats because they had a hit list for my school. Names of people they were going to shoot and kill.
“You didn’t know this kid.”
Two boys were arrested this year, my junior year of high school, for terroristic threats after threatening to shoot up my school on social media.
You don’t know these kids.
No one knows a school shooter better than their fellow classmates. We know how these kids talk. We know how these kids walk. We know how these kids treat other people. We know how these kids see us. We go to school with these kids for years and years. We know how these kids.
You don’t know these kids.
Saying “walk up not out” is dangerous. By saying this you are ignoring our worries and fears. You are forgetting that we see the warning signs. You forget that we’ve reported these kids for years.
You are forgetting that we know these kids.
You are forgetting that you don’t know these kids.
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((Disclaimer: I am in no way condoning bullying or harassment, this is simply my view of “walk up not out”))