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I've only gotten into 2 fights. The first was back in 4th Grade. I was attending Military School and whoever got in line first after recess got to be the Squad Leader. Well, Terry Goldman and I got there right at the same time and got into it. After we got separated, we had a decision to make: 15 Demerits (the most you could get for 1 infraction) or a swat. While I was thinking about it, Terry came over and said, "Hey, I get in trouble all the time; take the swat. It's given by the lady at the Chapel and she gives love taps." I took Terry's advice and opted for the swat. So of course, Chapel lady was sick the day of our paddling; we got sent to Colonel Aden's office. This sick man had drilled holes in his paddle to make it aerodynamic. He didn't hold back on Terry and me.
The last fight (if you could call it that) was in high school. I was one of 6 black kids in a school of over 2000 white kids. This big guy named John-John kept teasing me, and for the most part I ignored him, until he broke out the "N" word. I pounced on him and started swinging. You gotta know that I'm 5'1 1/2" tall, John-John was almost 6 ft. and about the size of a football player. But it took 2 people to pull me off of him. I didn't get suspended, b/c my school guidance counselor was aware of the situation, and knew I was provoked. John-John get a month of Saturday detention, and had tremendous respect, (combined w/ a little fear) for me, and wouldn't let anyone else pick on me, and we were friends til we graduated and went our separate ways.
Probably 50 times or more (not proud), as a kid I had real issues with backing down, especially from bullies. This was not especially a good plan and I had my nose broken more than once.
It's weird but getting my black belt helped me realize how stupid and immature fighting is.
Fought in grammar school, fought on the school bus, fought in the school yard, fought in the school bathroom, went to a trade high school, so kids from different towns went there, I always tried to avoid conflict, but fought in the gym locker room, fought in the cafeteria, fought in the parking lot, had more fights then Muhammad Ali, sooo glad my dad sent
me to a martial arts school when I was a kid, I stopped going because it was getting expensive, but I did get to meet
Billy Blanks.
Where I went to schools being a "nerd" was far worse than being gay.
Both were looked down upon in my schools...nerds generally weren't attacked though, perhaps an occasional shove but mostly some really mean-spirited teasing. I identified with the nerds, and that's what most of my friends were. We shared sci-fi, comics, mysteries, fantasy, the reality of not fitting in & strangely enough...academics
yeah I had a few. I remember in 7th or 8th grade there was this big kid who was very awkward and goofy and some people tended to pick on, one day we were having lunch and someone did something to him, not me, and he hit me thinking I did it, half kidding around I smacked him back and then he went after me, and slammed by head against the black board. I fell down but when I got up I hit him with a right hook and split both his lips wide open. I remember just being shocked by all the blood and the whole room went dead quiet. I always felt kind of bad about it, even though we became friends of a sort afterwards.
It seemed like I got in a lot of fights in junior high. not so much later. I was just not interested in getting into scuffles and possibly getting my own *** kicked, LOL
Been in lots of fights. Too many to remember. Win some lose some. Broke a kids nose in the 7th grade. Beat up some kid in the 8th grade on the side of the church after CCD because this kid was picking on my little brother and his friends, slammed a kids head in the window in HS and got suspended from school because that was my 3rd fight in the same week. I was a good student got mostly As when I felt like it but I wasnt going to take anybody's crap. Was involved in a big brawl at a bowling alley in the 80s. Had a few bar fights in the late 80s early 90s while I was with a metal band. Back in the late 70s early 80s I choked a kid until he started to change colors in front of my parents house. Punched some guy in the throat in a movie theater. I wasnt a bully and for the most part I dont believe I started any of them. You cant be afraid of people and let them walk all over you. Sometimes just by standing up for yourself, you avoid the fight.
Never started any, but frequently had to defend myself; mostly between 7th & 10th grades. Won some...others not so much. All were inspired by the fact that I wasn't "normal" enough for some kids who were convinced that it was their God-given duty to punish gay people. I looked normal, dressed normal, carried myself normal, but ya know how it goes...once one or two kids figure something out and then they in turn (either out of misguided good intentions or out of pure malice) decide to share that information with as many people as possible...voila! All of a sudden strangers are in your face & shoving you around threatening to beat the "queer" out of you. And then there's the occasional sucker punch, which was so generously followed by the accusations & threats.
Ironic fact regarding three of my most frequent tormentors; I ran into all three of them at one point or another in gay bars when I was in my early to mid 20's. One was working as a bartender at a local club, another was an exotic dancer in West Hollywood, the third was a "regular' drunk who sat in the same seat of the same club for at least 10 years...I guess that was his self-imposed penance (for all I know he's still there).
Lesson learned from my personal experience, beware of those who protest the loudest...they have something to hide and they're more than willing to take it out on others in a desperate attempt to conceal the truth from themselves.
My opponent was a grammer school old buddy who thought he could make highschool cool points in front of his new buds by kicking his old buddies behinds in front of them.
Looking back now was very sad how he turned on us looking for respect from kids he didn't even know.
I'm no fighter and was always afraid to punch anybody (in fear of hurting them).
He backed me in a corner so I had to fight with a decent size audience.
Knowing only WWF wrestling at the time I wrestled while he punched.
In the end I think I won.
I ended up sitting on him and not letting him up until he said "I give up"
I never did get any respect for that win but I think that was my last fight - circa 1979
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