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The Phoebe Prince story has been big here in Mass. since it happened. The South Hadley School has been under fire since it happened, but has failed to do anything about it.Phoebe's Mom had gone to the school on at least two occasions to complain about what was happening to her child, many teachers and the principal were aware for months what was going on, some students ansd teachers intervened with the harrassment and reported it to the principal, to no avail. On the day of her death she was attacked in the school library, witnessed by a teacher who took no action, and again in the hallways, again wittnessed with no action taken. The Superintendent of schools for South Hadley gave a statement a month or so ago that the school was unaware of the bullying. Pure bullshit. These " suspects " were never as much as slapped on the wrists by the school department.
The DA has deemed the lack of action on the schools part was not criminal. In my opinion it was far more criminal than the bullying.
There was a party a day or so after she killed herself, the bullies mocked and celebrated her suicide, and if I remember correctly some or one of the bullies opened a Facebook account after her death to celebrate and mock her death.
I have thought about this case alot, since it happened. When I was in 9th grade, we moved from Pa. to Mass. I grew up in a little town in Pa that was not even on the map, I grew up on a river and was a " hick ", by many standards. I moved to a city in Massachusetts, where I felt very out of place. I was the new kid who talked funny and wore funny clothes.My friends in Pa all had older siblings who were very Hippy ish and I was a " junior flower child ", so my dress was not acceptable. The girls hated me. The boys were nice to me, well most of them. I was constantly made fun of for my accent and nastily told no one could understand a word I said and I should learn to speak English if I was going to stay in the US. I was also called every kind of slut in the world and stories ensued of my gang bag activities with the boys on weekends. LOL, I didn't even know what a gang bang was, I had to ask my Mom. A group of 4 girl bullies constantly threatened to get me and beat my up after school while I was waiting for the bus. I lived in constant fear they were going to hurt me. I was a young teeneger who grew up thinking girls didn't fight and had no idea how to defend myself if this would happen. This new life in Massachusetts was very scary, embarassing and difficult.
It ended when I went to High School. There were three Junior high Schools that merged into one high school in the 10th grade. I made friends with kids from one of the other Junior High schools and I guess the ones from my Junior High found a new victim, cuz it all ended there. And two of the girl who threatened to beat me up daily wound up in juvinile hall in the 9th grade, not for bullying, but for drugs and theft. In my case I was too embarassed to tell my parents. I was quite popular in Pa., was on the swim team and track and held records for track. I felt like it was some how my fault and my parents would be upset that I wasn't liked up here. Very silly, but that is how a young mind works sometimes. Looking back, if I had told the teachers, I know action would have been taken, but I was afraid. A new girl in a new city in a new school, who was going thru puberty and adolesence. I remember one time in typing class, one of the bully girls BFs came into class, walked right up to me and grabbed my boobs, calling me a whore. The teacher, grabbed him, pinned him to the wall and threatened to do very bad things to him if he ever touched me again. Was the teacher in the right for doing that, no, not really. But he was my hero for the rest of my time in that junior high
BUT !!!! What I have thought about in regards to the Phoebe Prince case was I was fortunate to have had this happen back then. I only had to tolerate them for the hours I was at school. I could go home to my " safe haven " and my neighbor friends who liked me. There was no cell phone, there was no texting, there was no internet. I could find peace and solice when out of school. Today there is no peace, these kids can stalk you all day all night, you can't escape it. You don't have a " safe place " to get away from it. I find that very sad. And can comletely see where young girls like Phoebe, see no other way out.
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