Injustices - Chapter 9
Mr Tough Guy
I am in school in Malaysia. I am wearing a white shirt and brown shorts. It is in an art class and the teacher has just popped out of the room to get something.
A boy wants to fight me and he has a weapon. It is a scissors he is brandishing like a knife. The other children are gathering around and chanting.
I feel I can beat him even without a weapon. I am very confident of my fighting skills even though I do not remember ever fighting anyone up to this point in my life. I am about four years old.
Shame of injustice
He stabs me in my wrist with the scissors and the blood gushes out like a fountain. I run to a nun in a white habit and cover her in blood. I am taken to a hospital on the hill and it takes about five people to hold me down because I am terrified of the injection they say they must give me.
When I return to school the boy is made stand on the chair in shame for what he has done. I can’t understand this as there were two of us involved and he was to be punished then I should be as well. I say this to the teacher but nobody listens to me. They do things their way and I am but a child and I feel ashamed because I am not being punished.
The victim ploy
Sometimes I am too quick to jump to come to the rescue of the child who I see crying. It is too easy to automatically blame and criticise the other child. More often than not when I take the time to find out what actually took place it is the child crying who started the fight in the first place.
It is the injustice the child perceives that has a lasting effect and colours future interactions. I am sure that this episode early in my life led to a feeling that made me feel unworthy to be part of a group that I had in some way betrayed. I was as much to blame for what happened but it was he who was punished.
I did not trust authority after this because I realised at very young age that anyone could use the ploy of playing the victim in order to escape punishment and adults could not see through this.
The straw that broke the camels' back
The experience taught me something very valuable that I hadn't realised then and that was my mind and body were separate but yet connected. The body follows the mind but unlike the mind it has limitations.
Children nowadays who spend a lot of time playing computer games on the XBox or PlayStation do not learn this lesson. They seem to be missing that very valuable quality called empathy. They think nothing of killing and maiming people in these games because they never physically or emotionally experience the consequences of their actions.
A generation of children without empathy are due to be let loose as adults on a world that has already been ravaged by Man's greed and insensitivity to nature. Will this be the straw that broke the camel's back?