Fucking Jew

In America. On a school bus bearing an 11-year-old we know.

Surely impossible.

Sadly, no, not at all impossible.

A little bit of my inner civil libertarian died today. I could have kissed Mr. D. over the phone when he told me all he needed was to know if the event had occurred ON the bus, and if it did, what was the bus number. He could call the transportation office and get the video loop. If possible, he also needed the name of the bully.

I called MiDC on his new cellphone, and he could confirm the incident occurred on the bus and in front of the camera. He gave the bus number. Let's keep the name a little hazy. Let's just call him Apu's Evil Twin.

Tomorrow, I'll drive the unflappable MiDC to school. At some point in the day, when Mr. D. isn't proctoring a "No Educational Testing Company Left Behind" timesink and the lad isn't taking one (it's that time of year), the administrator will call the student to his office and get a first-hand report.

After the verbal assault on the bus, the young man spat back "You freakin' anti-Semite." ("I would have said fuckin', Mom," saidst our hero, "but I knew the bus driver was right next to me.")

Then he calmly walked home, reported in to his parents and called his friend Achmed*. He lives up the street. They arranged to walk to the library together for chess club. They have a chess tournament this weekend. I'm driving. They'll meet their friend Thieu* there.

And no fuckin' bigot is going to stop them.

*name changed to obscure identity without obscuring ethnicity.