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Two wrongs don’t make it right
I went to school near a NATO base and there were lots of kids from all over the place there. There were a fair few Americans and one or two German kids and in general we got on most of the time.
On one occasion though I remember I got the shit kicked out of me by this German called Thomas. He was a bit of a dick but then that was largely because he had been moved around a lot. His dad was in the army and was stationed over here which meant that the sniveling little brat hadn’t had much opportunity to make friends. He kicked the crap out of me because I had annoyed him, not sure how but I think it was because although I didn’t have very many friends I was pretty successful at school and tended to be good at counting all the plastic money in the play area.
Thomas had just got in a fight with a bunch of other kids and had been beaten so he decided to take it out on me because he thought I would make an easy target because I wasn’t all that popular. Once word got out, although a lot of the other kids didn’t do much to help me, they did give Thomas another kicking and by the time the teacher came over to break everything up Thomas had been given a good battering by a couple of American kids, a local lad and some others.
The teacher made Thomas apologize to me and said that any more behavior like that from Thomas or anyone else would not be tolerated. I pretty much left it at that and we all got on with mucking about and enjoying the rest of our break time.
What definitely didn’t happen is this:
At no point did the teacher tell me that because Thomas had given me a bit of a kicking it was now OK for me to go over to where Ali was playing happily in the sand pit and give him a good kicking. Teacher was quite emphatic that it would not be acceptable for me to play on any sympathy that the other kids might have for me after my beating and the teacher was pretty clear that even if the other kids might be feeling guilty about not helping me out when I was getting walloped by Thomas, they should not channel this regret towards assisting me in kicking Ali out of the sandpit and claiming it as mine just because my big sister had once played in the sand pit a few years earlier when she was at the school.