âŠand the school principle, Cynthia Taylor, who labeled this kid SEX OFFENDER should be fired and banished to some deserted desert island with tainted drinking water infested with malaria carrying mosquitoes. Why? Because politically correct ideologically indoctrinated idiots should not be running our schools, be allowed anywhere near sane people or our children, and need relocation to safe zones where they can harm no one other than themselves and deadly disease carrying bugs!
This kid was horsing around on the play ground, during recess, and touched another boy on the groin or thigh while playing tag. There were apparently no reported witnesses, there is uncertainty whether anyone actually complained, but somehow Ms. Taylor knew about the incident and dinged the boy for sexual assault.
When I was that age our school principle, Mr. Norton, would catch four of five of us playing âSquirrelâ, line us up along a hallway wall, and give us a few whacks on the ass with a wooden pointer which on occasion broke. I still recall the SWOOOSH it made cutting through the air on the way to its intended target. Those resisting habilitation ended up in his office bent over his desk to receive a few thunderous thwacks of Baby Harvey, Harvey, Grandpa Harvey, or Momma Harvey, the latter of the four being the biggest, baddest, butt-burning paddle in our entire young universe.
Each of the Harvey family was cut from stout Alaskan birch, lovingly carved into what looked like a beaver tail with a handle. The tails were wrapped in black electrical tape with a bunch of holes drilled through to prevent the air from slowing them down when swung.
A THWACK was heard from one end of the school to the other. Total silence blanketed grades one through six as each pupil, teacher, and kitchen worker counted âTHWACK, THWACK, THWACKâŠTHWACKâ (the last THWACK, after a pause for apology or prayer, for the questionably repentant.
A parentâs permission was required in advance, the Harveyâs were never used in anger, and Mr. Norton was the best principle anyone could ever have. He cared about kids and would have never done anything to scar a child for life unlike Ms. Taylor and the paper trail she started for the young man she irresponsibly accused of sexual assault. Maybe if Ms. Taylor had known Mr. Norton she would better appreciate education, except in them days only boys got thwacked â some things never change.
For the rest of the story see: A Touch During Recess, and Reaction Is Swift