Rough Injustice
Ok, so this wasn’t a political protest (with a capital ‘P’), but it was my attempt to rail at a power I perceived at the time to be greater than mine.

After school one day, I was coming out of the shop in the precinct having bought some Space Raiders when I noticed a kid in my year having a set-to with a group of bigger and older girls from another school. This kid (male, I should add) wasn’t in my actually class, but I kind of knew him through other people. I think this all took place in third year – he’d transferred in that year from another school around the way. In fact, the young ladies that were giving him aggro were in fact from the school he used to attend, and must have recognised him.
Now, our school was like Grange Hill, but this other school was the kind where everybody’s older sibling was a vender of chemical substances, if you follow my drift. Our school was a bit rough, but this place was like the wild fucking west.
So anyway, I’m hanging back, waiting to see what happens. He’s getting pushed around a bit, I think one of them smacks him, but he walks off. At this point, I’m like ‘phew’, but then, one of them runs up behind him and flying kicks him in the small of the back, and of course he goes down like a sack of shit.
Now, picture me, all good intentions and incensed naivety. Unable to contain my indignation at such injustice any longer, I rush over to intervene in the style of a Victorian gentlemen. Next thing, predictably, it’s me that’s on the receiving end of their ire, and the other kid, the ungrateful little worm, is nowhere to be seen.
So what do you do in that situation? I don’t know. I think I just did that ‘covering the face up’ thing that boxers do, and took a bit of a twatting. The embarrassing culmination of this was that after a couple of minutes, who should turn up but this bloody awful woman from my mother’s church. Church, for fuck’s sake. Anyway, she waded in using the simple fact that she was an adult to break it up. By break it up, I mean drag me away in tears with a pulsating ear.
I wouldn’t mind but I’d been openly rude to this woman in the past. I felt like a titanic penis.

Then I noticed the other kid still hanging around, who then came up to me, right as rain, laughing, asking me if I was alright. Little fucker.
So, what I learned that day is: as much as we would all love to be superheroes in the face of injustice, invariably, if you repeatedly attempt such chivalry, all you will achieve is dented pride and a cauliflower arse. And the derision of those you attempt to assist.

I hang my head and shudder whenever I think about that incident.
(DeathOnRedBull, Fri 12 Nov 2010, 10:44, 3 replies)

You shouldn't feel bad about that...
That was an awesome thing to do, nevermind what the turn out was. You did a very good thing. Feel proud.
(ab1kenobe, Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:09, closed)

^This^

( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sun 14 Nov 2010, 13:44, closed)

You still did the right thing, and went bravely against a superior force. Have a click.
(Robotnik, Mon 15 Nov 2010, 11:19, closed)