5th grade boys spot a bully and take action
MANKATO, Minn. - All the students at Franklin Elementary start every day with the Pledge of Allegiance.
But the "justice for all" part belongs to five fifth grade boys.
"Why pick on someone," Jack Pemble begins to ask, as Jake Burgess finishes his question, "who has special needs?"
They're talking about James Willmert, a fifth-grader from another classroom, with a learning disability. Which, it turns out, can get a guy teased.
Jack and Jake had seen it happening on the playground while hanging out with their friends Gus Gartzke, Tyler Jones and Landon Kopischke.
"They were like, using him and taking advantage of him," Jake explains. "Because he's easier to pick on and it's just not right," Jack adds.
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while watching the video. Those parents should be very proud of their kids. 
It's so very different than my childhood when I'd get beaten bloody and then some so-called "responsible adult" would blame me and lecture me on how to be a "man."
Yep, that's right, all I had to do as a skinny, squeaky, clumsy, highly reactive, chew-toy autistic spectrum kid all the bullies called "queerbait," was to act like a "man."
Hell, I had no manly hair anywhere yet. I was a late blooming twelve year old, still just fuzzy at seventeen when my dad bought me a Norelco electric shaver at Christmas, maybe because he felt sorry for me, so I could pretend to shave.
I've never developed the shaving habit. Shaving, all I get for my trouble is an explosion of zits and ingrown hairs. It works better to set buzzcut to five, everything above my collarbones. Not much hair beneath still, and I sacrificed my left testicle too.
I quit high school for college. Adults who assault minors go to jail. I liked college. Nobody assaulted me.
My middle and high school experiences were not good. Whenever it got too bad I'd just leave. Jump the fence, skip school. School administrators had as much trouble with my mom as they did with me. "I'm sure he'll be home for dinner" was what she'd say, and that was mostly true before I was sixteen and didn't always come home.
Not so much true for three of my siblings who declared themselves adult at sixteen, hell no, not by any law, but as their natural rights as human beings.
We minors in college had a one unit class each semester telling us how to cope. I had a couple of professors who were clearly very uncomfortable with minor age students, especially in classes that involved fieldwork where people would jump into a lake, river, or ocean naked after a hard day's work. These teachers did not want to be babysitters. But I would not have been comfortable with any teacher who did.
One of my prouder moments in high school is nothing to be proud about.
I got shoved aside once by one of my usual tormentors between classes as he said "Get out of my way, queerbait." This was the same kid who'd assaulted me a few times on the school bus, so I rode my bike to school after that, and then he'd spit on my bike seat. That day I noticed the vice principal noticing us, so I quietly said, "You want me..." and he knocked me to the ground and beat on me, kicking my face. I did not fight back.
We both got the same amount of trouble. I'd provoked him, although officially the provocation was never asked or recorded.
The funny part of the story is the postscript. I was walking with my wife one day and he comes along arm-in-arm with a woman twenty years his senior, her boy toy. We talked like old friends. I like to think it's still working out for them, but for my own sanity I avoid my "home town" social networks.
Im so sorry you had to endure such awful abuse.
as these special boys have proven.
be interviewing these boys today around noon EST 
