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Sunday, May 15, 2005

It never fails to surprise me that people are shocked that bullying is still commonplace. Since the April Fool Day Bullying Incident was revealed, questions rose from murmurs, long forgotten incidents dug up and examined yet again, doubt and insecurity spreading out in waves across a pond, like ripples that would never stop until the stone has sunk to the bottom of the pool, where it will lie in wait until another comes along.

Do they not understand? The answer is not hidden away in the dark recesses of the mind – it lies in the flex of one’s fingers, on the surface of one’s skin, dancing across the hollows of one’s face. It is neither intricate nor complex – it is forever there for one to find, locked up in denial and reality, yet never existing in the narrow road of acceptance in one’s mind.

It is behind the slap dealt by a betrayed wife, within the knife of a revenge murderer, spat out in a teary curse by the hurt – the want, no, the need to see someone suffer the same way we had. It is within the ugly need for revenge, surfacing as the cruelty that distorts the smile and face.

We attempt to classify it, as though it was foreign object, pretending that we are not related, amateur fumbling grouping it into two categories – the physical and the emotional.

The physical bullying exists as brute force, the attacker forcing the pain of the heart onto the flesh of another’s body, thinking that this would elevate the ache of the heart, or, in brutal vengeance against the world, that at least another would suffer along with him. The distorting cruelty of pain plays itself through the series of punches and kicks in a frenzy of bloodlust, not stopping until it is satisfied, whereupon it would retreat yet again into the sub-consciousness yet again until the beast within once again rears its ugly head.

Emotional bullying – threads circling the victim in an elaborate web of knots, the ends attached to the attacker’s fingers. It contains neither the barbarism nor the brutality of physical bullying, thriving instead in the silent maliciousness of manipulation in it’s finest form, in the cruelty of human nature as it sings out loud with the sharpest of taunts, choosing to exist instead as a elegant yet twisted dance, every subtle gesture pulling at the strings of the heart until they snap one by one, leaving behind a worn and battered soul that inhibits no more the body, nothing more than a bag of flesh and bones with empty eyes that cry out in a silent plea for help that would neither be heard nor heeded while the tormentor laughs in the cold pleasure of the blood of a soul upon his hands.

Yet, even as we humans indulge, be it consciously or not, in the bitter satisfaction of this activity, we ask the same questions over and over again, “Why does bullying still exist?”

Because, my dear friends, because.

For as long as we continue to exist, bullying will never cease, and as long a humans walk the earth, in that tiny little corner of their shadow, bullying will once again rear its ugly head, sniffing for blood.

- Li Chen

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