Cuts Two Ways
I was bullied fairly badly at school. Never stood up to them, but I thought it might be interesting to share a "what happened next" stories from later in my school life, when everyone had grown up enough that physical beatings had, at least, become rather passe.

Firstly I was cast in a school play with one of my more frequent tormentors. It was a comedy, and one of the characters was quite clearly supposed to be black. Which poses something of a casting problem when you're at a small, 100% white rural school. The bully was cast in this role and at one point the director suggested (this was pre-PC days) that he should "black up" for the role. He was less than keen on the idea and, when pressed, revealed in front of the whole cast that if his dad came and saw him pretending to be a black man he would undoubtedly be beaten to a pulp when he got home that night. For a kid coming from a very loving, sheltered, comfortably middle-class background that was a real eye-opener to the state of the world in general, and was probably the first time I ever felt sorry for a bully.
(MattDP (Squiggle), Mon 18 May 2009, 12:07, Reply)