When white kids go full Nazi it's somehow OUR fault, because reasons
What Happened After My 13-Year-Old Son Joined the Alt-RightWhen my son Sam,* who was then 14, asked me to take him to the Mother of All Rallies on the Mall in September 2017, I said no. The pro-Trump event was billed as a demonstration to preserve “traditional American culture,” and white supremacists were expected to show up in force. Not only was this not how I wanted to spend a Saturday—like almost everyone I knew, I’d been devastated by the 2016 election results—but I had serious concerns about safety. At Charlottesville’s Unite the Right rally only a month earlier, a neo-Nazi had killed counterprotester Heather Heyer. I couldn’t shake off the shock of her violent murder, or of watching men with tiki torches shout racist slogans across the University of Virginia grounds. Police there were unable to protect citizens; I couldn’t reasonably expect this gathering in DC to be any different.
Sam knew exactly how I would react to his request. He’d anticipated my automatic veto and readied reasons in favor of attending—not as a participant, he stressed, but as an observer. I can still see him standing in front of me, the longing apparent in his big brown eyes. His favorite school subject was history, he reminded me, and he hungered to witness a genuinely significant event firsthand. As he would tell me later: “I wanted to be part of something big.”
The rally was just a half-hour Metro ride from our home in Washington’s outer suburbs—so he could make the trip alone, he assured me, flashing the transit app on his phone.
His case was well thought out, his explanations admirable. In fact, they were perfectly (too perfectly?) reverse-engineered to match my own values. I’d always preached to him the importance of seeing things for yourself before making a decision, of talking to people individually to understand what motivated them.
Still, I suspected I was being had.
https://www.washingtonian.com/2019/05/05/what-happened-after-my-13-year-old-son-joined-the-alt-right/
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That explains so much of my life!
My middle and high school experience was Lord of the Flies.
Quitting high school for college is one of the best decisions I've ever made.
This was before the GED. I simply said "no more!" My parents and the principal worked out the details. My college experiences as a minor were a little weird, but at least there were no bullies lurking around the corners to call me queerbait before they beat me bloody.
My younger sister did have the benefit of the GED. She took the test, knew she passed, and never returned to her high school. The high school was okay with that. They didn't want to see my sister, or our mom, ever again.
Curiously, of all my siblings, it's my sister and I who've got the heavyweight university degrees, and postgraduate degrees and certificates, as they sometimes call it in statistical surveys.
So far as I know, our middle and high school "permanent records" are lost.
In my case high school administrators probably disposed of them in the shredder.