We are all Camila
At school all the kids, especially a group of boys, teased her. Not only did they call her nicknames, which had to do with her color, since Camila was black, but they also made jokes like sticking gum in her hair, on her desk, and even hiding her notebooks. Although many of us girls did not agree with those pranks, we kept quiet for fear that the boys would hit us and the only thing we did was to comfort Camila whenever she cried. I remember that many times we told the teachers, but they did not impose, or at least I do not remember that they did it in a forceful way, any punishment to the transgressing children. This "soft and permissive" attitude made the children more offensive and violent.
On one occasion we went out for recess and all of us sat on a cement bench to eat the snack we had brought from home. A boy, with premeditation and malice aforethought, ran close to Camila, pushed her and Camila dropped the food she was carrying in her hands. Not knowing what to do, we stood with our mouths open, waiting for a response from the teachers who were nearby, but beyond a simple scolding, they did nothing more. The child who had committed the prank along with other children began to laugh because Camila was crying for her food.
I don't remember how it happened or who started it, but at that moment, all the girls who were close to Camila fell on top of the laughing children. I remember that I hit them a lot and they hit me too. Then the teachers intervened and after they heard the versions, they gave a hard hand to the rude children. From that day on, the boys never again openly teased Camila and as for the girls, we were united and brave.
Over the years, when I remember this anecdote, I would like to think that those boys learned their lesson and learned to respect the girls, but also that the girls understood that they could not let themselves be humiliated by anyone.
Todas somos Camila
En la escuela todos los niños, especialmente un grupo de varones, se burlaban de ella. No sólo le ponían apodos, que tenían que ver con su color, ya que Camila era negra, sino que también le hacían bromas como pegarle chicles en el pelo, en el pupitre e incluso esconderle los cuadernos. Aunque muchas chicas no estábamos de acuerdo con esas bromas, nos callábamos por miedo a que los chicos nos pegaran y lo único que hacíamos era consolar a Camila cada vez que lloraba. Recuerdo que muchas veces se lo dijimos a las maestras, pero ellas no impusieron, o al menos no recuerdo que lo hicieran de manera contundente, ningún castigo a los niños transgresores. Esta actitud "blanda y permisiva" hacía que los niños fueran más ofensivos y violentos.
En una ocasión salimos al recreo y todos nos sentamos en un banco de cemento a comer el bocadillo que habíamos traído de casa. Un niño, con premeditación y alevosía, corrió cerca de Camila, la empujó y a Camila se le cayó la comida que llevaba en las manos. Sin saber qué hacer, nos quedamos con la boca abierta, esperando una respuesta de los profesores que estaban cerca, pero más allá de una simple reprimenda, no hicieron nada más. El niño que había cometido la travesura junto con otros niños comenzaron a reírse porque Camila lloraba por su comida.
No recuerdo cómo sucedió ni quién empezó, pero en ese momento, todas las niñas que estaban cerca de Camila cayeron encima de los niños que se reían. Recuerdo que yo les pegué mucho y ellos también me pegaron. Entonces intervinieron los profesores y, tras oír las versiones, les dieron una paliza a los niños maleducados. A partir de ese día, los chicos nunca más se burlaron abiertamente de Camila y en cuanto a las chicas, fuimos más unidas y valientes.
Con los años, cuando recuerdo esta anécdota, quiero pensar que aquellos chicos aprendieron la lección y aprendieron a respetar a las chicas, pero también que las chicas entendieron que no podían dejarse humillar por nadie.
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We are delighted to have you join our community! Your writing is accurate and full of feelings that you know how to convey very well! This story about Camila is very close to our hearts. It is touching how Camila's classmates manage to react effectively and stop the bullying that the girl suffers.
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Bullying is a topic that is always in force. when it is very extreme it can mark a person for life. a story of reflection that you bring us.
There are really very rude children and they are the ones who become the abusers.
Thanks for sharing.
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Lamentablemente es un tema tan de moda y que no ha perdido vigencia. Es más, con el uso de las redes sociales se ha exacerbado. Triste, pero cierto. Gracias por comentar y apoyar.
I liked your story, sad that violence has been solved with more violence, but sometimes there is no other way to call attention to wrongdoing. Greetings!
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