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This isnāt going to be a fun post. Iām angry and need to vent.
Today my youngest daughter, a freshman in high school, was cyberbullied. It was a brutal attack that had all the makings of a high school drama.
The kind of thing I could see coming from far away. And the kind of thing as a parent in the age of social media, you fear.
Let me start by telling you about my kid. Sheās no angel. She has a temper and has a hard time taking no for an answer.
She also hasnāt yet mastered the art of taking responsibility for her actions, instead most often offering an excuse why the dishwasher wasnāt emptied. Or the dogs werenāt fed. Or why the laundry wasnāt folded. Weāre working on that, though itās been my experience that kids donāt exactly embrace the beauty of accountability.
Over this past year Iāve also heard her use, and immediately apologize for, language that, well, sheās heardĀ meĀ use. When Iām angry. Or when something doesnāt go my way. My bad. Iām no angel either.
Sheās a good student. Not great. I routinely say that sheās the smartest person in our house (of four.) She sees things others donāt. She makes connections about concepts as fast as I do.
Sheās smart. Sheās just not a great student. To her high school has always been this amazing place where Disney Channel shows take place. And so when she started this year, part of me feared how sheād fare, because of one other important thing about her ā
Cozette gives hear heart away easily. Too easily. Itās sad to say, but in this world giving your heart away like she does is considered a character flaw.
Her older sister is more reserved. More cautious about who she opens up to and lets in. Not Cozette. Cozette will embrace a perfect stranger if thatās what the stranger needs. The thing about giving someone the shirt off your back? That was written with Cozette in mind. My biggest fear all her life was seeing her heart broken.
And today, it was smashed. Today a group of kids decided that her flaw was a weakness that could be easily exposed for their gain in popularity, indifference, or self-esteemāwho knows. A boy at her school with some influence on social media (particularly SoundCloud) decided to make a rap song about Cozette that humiliated her in the worst ways.
That sheās ugly. Fake. A whore. And other things that would make her (or any kid) feel like their life was worthless.
As soon as the boy posted the song, people began to comment. Including some of Cozetteās closest āfriends.ā Hereās the original screenshot of the boy announcing to his Instagram followers that he launched a new ādiss trackā (as they call them). The first comment below is by one of CozetteāsĀ oldestāfriends,ā not one of the new girls sheās met this year (they come later) ā

Within minutes, word of this new ādiss trackā spread across the school thanks to this influential bully. Because the thing is, this ādiss trackā against my kid wasnāt his first. This guy posted a half-dozen of these things since the beginning of the school year, but until today they were all aimed at boys. Boys who were too afraid to stand up to him. Because, you know, heās a ātalented rapperā who turned bullying into an art form. Plus, bad things happen to snitches.

I blurred the image so that none of these people are identifiable because Iāve received numerous messages from parents who say that this image could be damaging to theirĀ child. And Iām like ā¦
Devastated, Cozette did what any kid would do and called her mom. Shocked, my wife reached out to the girl who commented in the photo above. A girl weāve known for a decade. My wife demanded that the posts be removed, or she was going to go to the girlās mother. Then, within minutes, word spread that Cozette snitched. And thatās when herĀ newĀ āfriendsā posted this:
Which is clearly a physical threat andĀ is at *least* a class one misdemeanor in North Carolina. Cozette received messages like this for about an hour this afternoon threatening violence for telling someone about the bullying.
And you wonder how bullies get away with it.
Yes, this can all be tied back to high school dramaāthe likes of which you can stream on Netflix. No, I donāt believe that other kidsā parents know that their kids are capable of things like this. And no, I donāt believe my daughter engages in bullying at school and somehow had it coming. Thatās not who she is. I know because Iām a pain-in-the-ass father who gets involved. I know my daughters. Sadly, as she rushed off to high school this year eager to make new friends, she fell in with a group of girls whoād known each other for years. And then Cozette, the outsider, gave them her heart.
She was an easy target.
Until this afternoon, bullying was somethingĀ over thereĀ that happened toĀ other people. Iāve never engaged in it directly, and as far as I know my wife and daughters donāt either. Which is not to say weāre perfect. Far from it. We just have a little more respect and compassion for others to engage in such a dark practice.
At some point this afternoon I guess the ringleader (the bullying rapper) realized that his post was a really bad idea and deleted itāalong with all his other ādiss tracksā on SoundCloud. He also deleted his Instagram. And other kids were deleting comments all over social media. But the damage was done. And we captured enough proof (including the actual ādiss trackā) to ensure that bullying takes center stage at the high school for a few days.
Or perhaps these kids realized that they fucked with the wrong family.
After the events of the afternoon settled, I posted about it on my Facebook and my friends there responded with full support. In fact, in response to the threats for āsnitching,ā my friend Nathan Richie procured and built this pageĀ StichesForSnitches.org. Another friend created a Stitches for SnitchesĀ FB page. Still others offered to help in a range of ways, and many sent links to stories about bullying and their effects on kids. Most of us have seen the recent story about Keaton, but one friend DMād me with aĀ story of a boyĀ who took his own life last week because of bullying. The fact that this is fairly common occurrence is a tragedy. The fact that darkness has crept inside of so many of us that we condone or even celebrate bullying is a tragedy.
Itās also reallyĀ bad parenting by people who probably care more about their cars than their children.
Naturally, my instinct is to get revenge. Itās a shitty feeling. But I know that I could unleash a wave of humiliation and pushback on these kids and their families by posting the names and social accounts of the ones responsible for bullying my daughter (the ones who havenāt deleted their accounts, that is.) Ā There are powerful people in my network who have watched my daughters grow over the years who are just as pissed off as I Ā am.
But Iām not going to do that. Instead, for now, weāre going to follow protocolāgo to the principal and demand that this is addressed; talk to law enforcement to see whether we should press charges; ensure that this boyĀ neverĀ does this again toĀ anyoneĀ in that school. And then Iām going to get involved with fighting the scourge of bullying that infects too many insecure adolescents who only seem to find happiness in the misery of others. Maybe they just need a little love. Hopefully following protocol to see justice done in our scenario will provide a little tough love to kids who clearly need it.
None of this was on my to-do list today. But now it is. This is what happens when you pick on the wrong people.
One more thing I want to add about Cozetteāsheās the strongest person I know. That is not just a hopeful father trying to shine a positive light. I mean it. Anyone whoĀ reallyĀ knows her knows this. Sheāll get through this. And sheāll be even stronger because of it.
The irony.
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This post was previously published on www.obsessedwithconformity.com and is republished here with permission from the author.Ā See more on Jim Mitchem’s site Quick Like Mongoose.Ā
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