Got the call one day from the school office. My son had gotten into a fight, and the school was prepared to suspend him and the other kid for 3 days. When I got there, I asked my son what happened. His response: "He had me backed against the wall. There wasn't anything else I could do, so I hit him. When he didn't go down, I hit him again, and he went down. That's when the teachers showed up."
The kid he fought was indeed the kid that had bullied him for at least a couple years. I made it clear at that point that, if the school chose to suspend my child, I would drag them through the mud so bad with a negative media campaign. After a couple hour discussion with the principle, it was determined my son acted in self defense, and he would not be punished.
When we left the school, I took my son out for ice cream. I'm happy to report that he is now 23 years old, and quite the sheep dog. :D
I’m in my early 50’s. When I was in junior High, I was bullied by this little punk who always had his posse of football players with him, so I always ended up on the losing end. One day, this moron chose to confront me alone. He was also too stupid to see the cheese grater in my hand. (it was being used in art class to grate wax for a project)
Cheese graters also grate skin.
He lost, I won, he never bugged me again.
My son had a similar issue when he was in Boy Scouts. I was the leader and I worked with the kids dad, so I was walking a tight line. I took my friend out for lunch one day and told him his kid was acting badly and bullying some of the boys. Of course I got the whole “not Myyyy son” routine.
Finally, my kid had enough and fought back, drawing blood. Problem solved.
The advice to turn the other cheek then unleash hate is good and wise advice. Kenny Rogers song Coward of the County is a prime example.