Update on Rehtaeh Parsons case

So, the hacker group Anonymous has threatened to out the boys, police officers and administrators  involved in this case. Read more about it here. I don’t agree with such actions but I understand the sentiment behind it. A lot of people seem to be blaming the teachers but they don’t understand how powerless teachers are. When I was bullied, my grade 7 homeroom teacher confronted the bully in front of me. The bully cussed out my teacher and slammed the door on her face. The teacher wept in the classroom and I just ended up feeling worse. Suspensions do not work on some kids. We need to overhaul the education system so it works for all types of children. The laws were made before the internet and social media sites became popular. The laws need to be updated. Parents need to pay attention to their children and ask them tough questions. If your child is being bullied, listen to them. If your child is a bully, make them understand their actions were wrong. In order, to prevent such a tragedy, everyone needs to take responsibility.

Some links that are useful:

Bullying Prevention– a WordPress site dedicated to tackling Bullying.

Kids Help Phone line-It is anonymous and a good resource for children going through hardships at school or home.

Prevenet-a good resource for parents, teachers or children suffering from bullying. The site is bilingual.

Bullying.org-a site that bring awareness to this problem. Another good resource for parents.

 

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Another Canadian teen loses life to bullying

We’ve all heard about the Amanda Todd case. Then, there was the Steubenvile victim in Ohio. Now, there is news about a teen suicide in Nova Scotia, Canada. Rehtaeh Parsons was raped by four boys at a party and her picture was taken by one of the perpetrators. This photo was passed around and the teen was subsequently bullied in school. The parents contacted the police but they felt they couldn’t do much with the evidence.

First of all, I just feel for the parents who lost their young daughter. Second, I am angry that the police could not charge those young men with rape. This is why we need to tackle rape culture. There needs to be more education in schools. I was a victim of bullying too but during middle school, Facebook and Twitter did not exist. Nowadays, kids have cellphones and cannot leave such hateful messages behind. We need to find a way to save these kids.

If anyone reading this post knows a kid or teen going through a hard time, here is the Kids Help phone number: 1-800-668-6868.

 

Culture shock and the loneliness of being an immigrant

“Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.”

Aberjhani, Elemental: The Power of Illuminated Love

The excitement

I was 12 when I moved to Canada. It was hard to say good-byes to all of my childhood friends, the neighbors and family.  My maternal grandmother is especially close to my heart, even with her wrinkles and crooked teeth, she is the most beautiful woman to me. It was hard to leave her. Despite the tears, I was excited. India was hot, dusty, dirty, crowded, loud, colorful  and familiar. Canada was supposed to be opposite of that. It was the land of opportunities, pristine, cold and exciting. I still remember how excited my siblings and I were during the plane ride. Our KLM flight got delayed for 7 hours at Amsterdam. During that time, we met another Indian family. They were going to be landed immigrants just like us. The couple were doctors and had 2 kids around our age. We played games with each other and were surprised at the diversity of eye colors in the waiting lounge. When we finally landed at Toronto, we exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.

Culture shock and loneliness

The first 2 weeks in Canada were a blur to me. We were surprised how clean it was. The roads were wide and people followed traffic rules.  The roof of the homes were shingled and sloped. They weren’t the straight rooftops of the homes in India, where people went up during the evenings and enjoyed the cool breeze. Since, it was fall in Canada, the trees were beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow. I felt as I had landed in a fairy tale.

I had to start school just after two weeks in Canada. I did not feel ready but I was already behind a week. School was the biggest shock to me. There were no uniforms at the public school; kids were allowed to wear makeup. Kids carried skateboards and some of them had piercings even though they were only 13. When I first entered homeroom, I was surprised by the diversity. No one really greeted me because they were already used to new kids from far flung countries coming to their schools. However during lunch, a girl in my class greeted me with a question.  “Are you new? Where are you from?” she asked. I nodded that I was new and that I came from India.  She smiled and told me she was from Pakistan. She was a recent immigrant like me and it was her first time meeting an Indian. It was my first time meeting someone from Pakistan. Being “fobby”, we quickly became friends.  We had a lot in common and she liked Bollywood movies. Coming to Canada, we were surprised to see that everything from our clothing, food to accents was met with derision. Racial slurs were used by some children and for the first time, I experienced racism. Teachers were disrespected and were not allowed to hit the children. In India, the teachers would have whooped their asses.

In order to fit in, we stopped bringing our ethnic food. “Just make me a PB&J sandwich,” I pleaded to my mom. This was before peanuts were banned from schools due to allergy concerns. Money was a big concern for my parents. They couldn’t find a job in their fields because they didn’t have Canadian experience. Eventually, they swallowed their pride and worked in factories as laborers   I was extensively bullied during middle school in Canada. The bullying became so bad that I was switched to another class. It was during the 8th grade, that I found a teacher who helped me rebuild my self-confidence. I went from the kid being constantly mocked to the one who had good grades. I was constantly praised by my teacher. Suddenly, I became the smart kid and slowly kids in the class started becoming friendlier.

The acceptance

It was in high school, I felt I belonged here.  I was more confident and secure. I had learned the intricacies of Canadian culture they cannot teach you in a book. My clothes, my food, and the way I talked didn’t make me stand out. I watched the same TV show as other teens. I understood the popular cultural references. I could now participate in the Canadian culture in a way that felt genuine. After all, very few things fazed me. Piercings were normal, rude teens were normal. Pre-marital sex was normal. Teen pregnancies didn’t shock me. NHL playoff being the topic of conversation in my household was normal.

The couple we met during our first flight to Canada went back to India after their first year. They couldn’t face the hardships, the humiliation. They would go back to being doctors in India. We persevered, and became Canadian citizens. My mother went to India last year. My brother went to Germany. They had a great time in respective countries. However, it was when they landed back in Toronto, they felt relief. They were home.