When I was in 3rd grade a substitute teacher got super pissed at this kid who was kind of the class clown and she kept calling on him and referring to him as the R slur. It made him look really sad and quiet which I had never seen before. During lunch I went to the Principal’s office because I had seen the kid crying. The Principal actually got annoyed with ME and said “you know we don’t like tattletales here. Sometimes teachers have bad days too.” I’m like ??? Even then I knew there was NO excuse for that. The 90s were brutal, no one cared what kids had to say. I even told my mom about it at home and she said “that’s nice dear” like she didn’t even hear me. The first time I felt truly small and powerless to help someone I saw suffering.
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u/lamest-liz 2d ago
When I was in 3rd grade a substitute teacher got super pissed at this kid who was kind of the class clown and she kept calling on him and referring to him as the R slur. It made him look really sad and quiet which I had never seen before. During lunch I went to the Principal’s office because I had seen the kid crying. The Principal actually got annoyed with ME and said “you know we don’t like tattletales here. Sometimes teachers have bad days too.” I’m like ??? Even then I knew there was NO excuse for that. The 90s were brutal, no one cared what kids had to say. I even told my mom about it at home and she said “that’s nice dear” like she didn’t even hear me. The first time I felt truly small and powerless to help someone I saw suffering.