Gum in my hair. Riding the 407-numbered school bus home from Parkway Middle School made me the target of a number of indignities; one of them was bullies spitting gum in my hair. These boys sat immediately behind me and tormented me on the miles long ride to the bus stop. On most days, they simply poked me or slapped my head repeatedly. On one day, I could hear them plotting, “When the bus stops, let’s jump on the Chinaman.” and did precisely that. I remember telling our bus driver, as tears streamed down my cheeks, that I wanted a different seat.
As I walked away from that bus with a wad of gum in my hair, I approached a friend’s house. I didn’t endure the indignity of untangling the gum from my hair; I asked my friend’s mom to simply cut it away. Did I ever believe that they threatened my life? No. Did I believe that I risked serious injury? Not really.