Honor Society

Twelfth grade was going ok. I was busy with college applications, I had a girlfriend at White Station, and we were having a winning soccer season! Everything was great… except for one thing.

Art class.

I walked into the art room and quickly found my way to my desk. The art room tables were situated in a circle that filled the entire room and it afforded us the opportunity to talk and observe each other’s work. Normally this would be a fun and stimulating atmosphere to be a part of. Normally.

Hey Chink,” a voice from my left side slid in to interrupt my peaceful thoughts. I knew the voice all too well. This same asshat had been tormenting me since the beginning of the school year and was determined to get under my skin. You know how adults love to claim that “if you just ignore it, it will stop?” That’s bullshit. It never stops, particularly when you are an Asian going to an 85% black school in Memphis Tennessee. From my experience in life, you’d better buckle up because it is going to be a bumpy 13 years.

“Why do Asians wear sunglasses? Aren’t your eyes tight enough to act like natural shades? Damn you’re ugly.”

“Why the fuck are you checking me out for? Isn’t your little friend there cute enough for you, dickhead?” I snapped back finally losing my patience and cool.

“Ohhhhhh watch out! The little chink is mad!” He and his friend began chanting.

As I got up to deal with my daily nemesis, the fire alarm suddenly started going off and put a temporary end to our squabble. It was only temporary and as soon as we got outside it began again. It escalated.

By the time the fire drill had ended we were both angry enough to kill one another. We continued to verbally spar as we walked back in, I’m no bitch and gave as good as I got. But I was also alone, the only Asian fighting a racial war.

As we walked back into the art room I barely saw the fist that was headed straight for me. My world exploded and I saw Chinese fireworks before my eye.

This motherfucker just hit me! I thought to myself as my body reacted on its own. I felt my own fist wind back and I strike out blindly where his nose should have been. I felt his face squish with a satisfying connection and blood gushed from his nostrils. Suddenly I was jerked backwards and found myself face to face with my soccer coach who had followed us after seeing what was going on and had yanked me back out of the fight. I was dazed and just happy the bright lights had stopped.

We were both rushed to the office for judgement and punishment. We were equally guilty in the eyes of my educators and because of that we were both handed board suspensions.

I lost my senior year national honor society because of my suspension. I then lost all my scholarship offers as well, all except one – in state UTK, and that is where I ended up going. I guess I hadn’t needed to fill out all those fucking applications after all.

I remember one day after the fight, while I was serving out my board suspension at home. My mom walked into my room with a card. She knew I had been having a hard time… even if I hadn’t shared my daily details with her. Why would I? At 17 years old you begin to realize that life just sucks sometimes… and parents are for comfort. They can’t fix everything.

I opened the card and my eyes began to water. It said –

You will always be in my honor society. I love you.

I thanked her with more than just my words. I thanked her with my heart and I felt the weight lessen slightly.

You see she got it… she did understand.

-Opinionated Man

Jason C. Cushman

44.1

@smokendust

55 thoughts on “Honor Society

  1. Bullying is a scourge on our young people. Anything out of the ordinary can make one the victim of torture. Glasses, freckles, red hair, being too smart, not smart enough, too small, too big, the wrong color. Mom’s can’t seem to fix the root of the problem that is inbred and even encouraged by some asshole parents, often our children are shamed and don’t speak about this to anyone. We must demand that our school boards, teachers, security on school grounds, social sites have zero tolerance for bullying, that parents are held responsible for their kids actions. Our kids are killing themselves.

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  2. My eyes are watering. What a wonderful mom. I’m glad you punched that fucker in the face. My dad dropped kicked someone in the chest from on top of a desk when he first came to America from Cambodia, prob because they wouldn’t leave him alone. No one ever thinks/believes how racist people are and can be towards Asians. A lot of people even think “chink” isn’t an insult.

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  3. I was made fun of in school because my eyes were horribly crossed. I never came to blows with anyone over it but I did throw my books down on the bus one day and dive into a stupid kid’s seat who would yell crap out the window of the bus every day. The bus driver said I couldn’t do that and I told him why didn’t he stop that little bastard from yelling at me every day. In the defense of asian people. We had one chinese family that had children in school and I thought the guy was the most beautful person I had ever seen. Everything makes us what we are today. Glad you have all of us now to tell things too. We love you.

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      • Yes tackle is a good work. I would have strangled that little shit if I could have gotten my hands on him. I had surgery in my 20’s to correct the crossed eyes but my vision was impaired and not corrected just cosmetically. I didn’t really think about it much but I had a boss who pushed it through the insurance because “they couldn’t tell if I was looking at them or not.” So big deal they match on the outside now but they never learned to work well on the inside.

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  6. In our teenage years, we’re having a very difficult time, because we’re stuck between adulthood and childhood, we’re NO longer children, so, scrap those childish tantrums we were allowed long ago, and, we’re not yet adults, but, with the pressures building up in us, the turbulences of our teenage years, the hormones, all of that added in, that, is why high school is hard, and being a minority in a school like yours, makes it even harder.

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  7. Yea mom!! I couldn’t help but cry. I so felt your pain. My son suffered the same but not because of race but because of his disability and it broke my heart. His father and I put him in a private school and he excelled. Best decision ever.

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  8. “We were equally guilty in the eyes of my educators ”

    Yeah, been there. Never understood it. The bully and the victim both get punished (if you’re lucky, sometimes the bully gets off). In the teacher’s eye you’re just supposed to stand there and get pummeled.

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