The things we don’t say

Growing up only a handful of people ever used the “N” word, for those of you who aren’t sure which word I am referring to I mean of course Nigger.

In my brothers high-school he had a lot of good friends that would call him nigger, because they were friends he didn’t take offense to it.

One day a kid that was not friends with my brother, who just wanted to fit in called my brother a nigger like the rest of Chris’s friends, so Chris egged on by his friends popped him in the face.

When questioned Chris explained this to my mom. Come graduation my mom of course saw his year book with everyone Chris was friends with calling him a Nigger.

The explanation was that Chris’s friends understood and could call him Nigger but strangers could not. How was a 12 year old kid supposed to know that? He of course just wanted to fit in.

I don’t know what happened to that kid but what I do know is that you need to decide how you want to be treated, who you want to associate with and set your boundaries  People will want to fit in with you and follow the pack reguardless of age, if you do not make sure your friends treat you a certain way people who want to be your friends will learn by example.

What kind of example are you setting for those around you?

Rest in Peace

It was a usual night. The boys partied; the girls hung out and partied. A Young man goes to sleep and in the morning his room-mate finds him dead. He died in his sleep. He was a young man with a beautiful smile, a kind heart and a broken soul. A young man who was loved beyond his ability to see how much he mattered; He will be missed by the volunteers who knew him and the friends who loved him.

He was one of the many who I knew and worked with. One of many that I tried and could not get through to; He was one of thousands I have met throughout the years that mattered. Last night someone said I seemed bitter. The truth is I am bitter. I am angry and Sad, I am frustrated and hurt. I feel like I should have been able to do more for him, I feel like I should have tried to help him, but the truth is that I couldn’t help Linus.

There will be millions more I cannot help, teach or encourage. I didn’t want to go to work tonight, I didn’t want to see the faces of death, sadness and self-loathing. I did not want to listen to the lies people tell me because they need to see me smile and nod, as if I believe them. I walked the street tonight, wanting to make sure everyone knew we were open.

The entire time I looked around I felt nothing. I felt neither hatred nor disgust I felt neither loathing nor fear. For the first time in a very long time I wanted to drink, I wanted to not hurt not cry and not be sad. For the first time in I do not know how long I wanted to not feel. That changes nothing however. He is still dead, he is not going to suddenly get up and smile and tell me “it’s all good yo” he is not going to ever hear me say OI again.

Of all the men, women and children I thought I knew for sure would go – he would not ever have been on that list. On a daily basis I can look at someone and see what is referred to as “dead eyes”. It is the look that an addict gets when they have lost all hope, it is the look that tells you no matter what happens the person with dead eyes is not ever going to get clean. They will never be truly happy again. There are days I wonder why bother.

Today is one of those days. Today I wonder why bother, because for every single person who succeeds there are a thousand that die. You want to know why I seem bitter. Why I seem angry? Because every day all day I see pain, suffering and hurt. I can lock myself away and pretend it does not exist which I do far too often. I can drown my sorrows in shopping and hanging out with friends – put it away and get out of my head. The end result is the same. While I sleep in my bed someone is outside freezing, dying, hungry, high, drunk and alone.

I am not God, I cannot be there to help everyone. That does not matter though. Because I wasn’t there to help him. I walked away because it was too hard and I was too angry – to wrapped into my own head. Convinced I had to let him go in order to help him find his way, I had to follow my heart. Yet he is still gone, he is still dead. His mother gave him the drugs, did I mention that? Or at least that is what I was told – I wouldn’t doubt it. That doesn’t really matter either. What matters is that a young man is dead – a man I knew, I man I walked away from, a man I knew from the bottom of my heart I couldn’t and didn’t try hard enough to reach. Because I knew I couldn’t reach him I didn’t bother trying to reach him.

Mom says that people know by now the risk they take when they lead the punk lifestyle. I didn’t know. When I was their age it never occurred to me that death was an option. I loved my life, I loved my friends I wasn’t willing to do this to them. I was having too much fun to die. Andy wasn’t. I never stopped to think that the party wasn’t fun for him, I never thought about it for Z either. I never stopped to ask him why because I always go with the idea that when people want to tell me their shit they will. I never try to push because I know that pushing can sometimes be worse than just being there. I should have pushed.

I should have checked in, done my job. We lost this one. H says he sometimes thinks about how he’s glad it isn’t him – I don’t think like that. He says that it feels like that’s a selfish statement, I don’t agree. It is not selfish to be happy to be alive. When someone I care about dies, I wish, every time, that it were me instead. Every time. I continue to live, to fight for my life. Because I have to, I have a job to do. A life to lead and people to work for. This time is no different than any other. I just want the pain to stop.

Rest in Peace Linus.

S

Please, I beg you, Listen Upl

 

In the last few days I have had to walk away from some people I really admired and even loved. I didn’t come to this decision lightly. In response to the death of Amanda Todd people took to the internet and they ranted and raved. Some made cruel harsh and evil jokes, and others retaliated. I know of two young people (19 and 18) who had their personal information put onto the internet, they received death threats and to this day continue to be harassed  Since many of you missed my Radio Free Voice show I thought I would give you some knowledge here. Please I beg you, pay attention.

What happened to Amanda Todd, and millions of other children is wrong. I consider it to be abuse and I think if it is not already it should be against the fucking law.

Over the last three days I saw people using Amanda Todd as a way to gain internet fame, from both sides. That pisses me off even more.

I expected people to be angry she was dead, I did not expect jokes, what I expected even less was to see grown adults, people I consider friends to harass and abuse their power in order to make two stupid teenagers feel small and little. One of them quoted “I want to be the most hated person on the internet” He was destroyed. His phone number and address posted, his personal info his tumblr. I went and looked at that tumblr page and I saw something that breaks my heart.

I saw a 19 year old boy crying out for help while hiding behind naked pictures and false brevity  I saw a young man pretending to be an asshole because he doesn’t know how to say “Life is fucked up right now and I need help” I felt sorry for this kid. (OMFG HOW COULD YOU) Because I see both sides of the bullying issue. I’ve been on both sides.

I have been bullied so bad I tried rat poison  blowing myself up, drugs and alcohol. Everything under the sun, (minus drinking bleach thank Goddess) . I have beaten on people because I was one of the “cool” kids. When my mom moved us from one province to another I suddenly was the cool kid with all the big scary friends. Everyone loved me and those who didn’t got beaten. I am not perfect I made mistakes.

 

The ironic thing is that those who know me via twitter, or listen to my show love me. You all think I am this ambassador of peace and love who can do no wrong, and that’s a lie. I am not perfect I made mistakes back then and I will until the day that I die, because I am human.

I am also NOT saying that I agree with those who bully others to feel better – I am saying I understand the psychology. Until we respond to bullys differently they will never change.

So here are a few ideas for parents and schools, do with them as you will:

Stop acting like it is the victim’s fault. Start punishing these kids appropriately, There is no reason that a victim should be forced to leave school. I do not care if it is one bully or fifty, start kicking them out and I bet you anything that when people realize your school is a no bully zone, when they see they will get kicked out of school, their behavior will change.

When you find out a kid has been beaten up at school you call the fucking police. When did it become okay for a kid to be thrown into a locker or beaten and not receive justice? When did it become okay for someone to beat on another person and not be punished?

Mandatory Counselling for bully’s and victims. Bullies are hurting too, whether you like it or not they are angry, they are hurting and they are lashing out because they want attention and don’t know how to get it.

It is time for us adults to step up and say ENOUGH. It is time for us to decide whether these children will grow into successful adults or fucking sociopaths. It is time for US to say “We are the adults you are the kid, these are the rules, follow them and stop being such a jack ass”

Seriously people we are adults, why are we on twitter bullying children who are equally in danger of being the next Amanda Todd?! What sense does it make to fight violence with violence, when the hell was the last time that actually worked? And No, THE AVENGERS DOES NOT COUNT!

S

How lucky I am

I have been thinking about this for ages. Amanda Todd and I have a lot in common though it may not seem it, but we do. I write this letter to each and every parent and child, teacher and principal and I pray that you sincerely read the message I am trying to send.

When I was a young girl I was molested by a friend of a friend of my mother. This action changed the course of my life. By thirteen I was sexually promiscuous, being bullied every single day and acting out for as much attention as possible.

Instead of getting the help I needed I was thrown into lockers, beaten up, set on fire and called awful names such as nigger, slut, bitch, cunt, cow. From the time I was fifteen until I was twenty seven I tried to kill myself repeatedly. From alcohol and drug abuse to trying to jump in front of cars, trying unsuccessfully to literally blow myself up, to taking so many pills I had to have my stomach pumped. I have been through the ringer when it comes to attempted suicide. All because “grade eight girls will be grade eight girls” a quote from Mrs. Smith, my eight grade vice principal.

The sad truth is that children are mean and cruel, hurtful and spiteful because we teach them that it is okay. To date I know of half a dozen children who have killed themselves because they were so empty and alone they could not take it any more. They were not protected as they should have been.

I ask you now why the fuck, was Amanda Todd forced to change school districts? Why were her bullies not removed from the schools? Why was she forced to run and hide and drown herself in bleach because of the behaviors of others? When will we realize that allowing bullies to get away with the harm they are causing is in fact akin to murder?!

I do not think that Amanda Todd committed suicide. I think that Amanda Todd was a victim of the worst kind of emotional, physical and sexual abuse known to man, it was not suicide that took her life it was in fact murder.

When you force someone to feel so low, when you convince them systimatically over years that their life is so unimportant, that they are so unworthy, when you tell someone who was as emotionally and mentally unstable as Ms. Todd, to kill themselves and they do it, you in fact should be charged with murder.

What happened to Amanda was wrong. Today people around the world are standing up and admitting that, her bullies however are not speaking out. They are not apologizing  they are ,not facing any public outcry. In fact many of them told her to continue to drink bleach many of them told her to kill herself. I wonder do they feel sorry now? Are they in trouble? or are they hoping the world will simply ignore the results of their actions and move on?

Yes plenty of people are saying they are angry. Many are even saying that they feel for her family as I obviously do. But how many are calling for judgment of the bullies in question? Are the police going to press charges? Will the teachers and principals reprimand these young people? Or will they simply decide that these children have suffered enough after the result of their actions?

Let me help you out: The answer is no. They have not suffered. They have not and will likely not be punished for what is the cause of their treatment of this child. This beautiful, lovely, creative and wonderful child.

The natural response goes something like this “What do you expect, that we place them in jail?” Absolutely  When you abuse someone, physically or emotionally, mentally or sexually it is called “Abuse” Abuse is against the law. They have broken the law. They have continuously for years made this poor child feel as if she did not matter so yes they should go to jail. Perhaps a month long sentence with people who are just as guilty of feeding off of the pain of others may teach them a lesson. Along with mandatory sensitivity training. Mandatory counselling and mandatory “Stop being evil little fuck heads” day.

Yes people are angry that children kill themselves after being bullied, but today I say enough. Over the next several months I will be connecting with parents and victims of bullies, I want to create a three or four day conference in which parents, teachers and students can come together and discuss why they bully, and how to make it stop. Something must be done. So enough anger. Enough being mad on Amanda’s behalf, being angry doesn’t help unless something changes.

We have had in BC no less then 10 children murdered or commit suicide because of bullies. Until we change the way we behave, until we come up with punishments that work, until we begin to teach our children that one simple golden rule “Treat others how you wish to be treated” our children will be the worst of the child abusers. Make no mistake, what happened to Amanda Todd IS in fact child abuse. Until the law sees that, until the school’s see that, there will be a never ending string of Amanda Todd’s, perhaps this is the legacy she can be remembered for. The girl with the golden smile who clearly wanted to see a better world. Maybe just maybe we can’t create that for her,  but instead in her name.

S

 

Cry baby Cry?

Now normally this wouldn’t bug me but after this happened a thought was struck.

You see earlier tonight on my FB wall I posted a message to someone saying that although I did not know them well if they felt the need to remove me I would wish them well. It was meant as a polite thought out gesture, that was in turn called rude. When I explained instead of saying “oh sorry for the mistake” this person’s friends continued to ridicule me and call me a baby and although my feelings are not in any way harmed I have to wonder…does this happen a lot?

Do people really slap at those who are trying to help? Do you?

How often do we mistake kindness and an attempt to be friendly as intrusive or mean spirited? Worse yet, has our inability to show real genuine affection become hardened by our desire to constantly be connected to the internet?

A wise man recently said that being forced off the internet was the best thing that ever happened to him. At the time I thought he was simply saying what he thought may sound good to whoever needed to hear it but now I wonder, could it be true?

The internet has made it possible for information and friendships to be forged across millions of miles but it has also taken away I think our ability to really connect to those around us. I would love to suggest that we all take a week off but the issue with that is there is work to be done. It is simply unrealistic these days to expect people to get offline. To put it simply the world is run by the internet, information and news spreads first through cellphones, email, websites and twitter before it ever reaches our collective brains.

Our lives are whether or not we like it, controlled by the connections brought to us via the internet. An entire relationship can be fulfilling for some, and utterly disastrous to others. Many had warned us and we did not listen, so here is my question, does the matrix control us? Or do we control the matrix?

S

 

So That Happened

So I have lost everything. Tried to fix a few things on the site and it all went boom….I’m not really surprised by this but I do ask you bare with me while I try to recreate as much as I can. It may take a bit, so um deal with it?

S