
Dear You,
Since I was a very little girl, I’ve believed deeply in the love contained in the hearts of individuals - while also having an acute awareness of and revulsion to mob psychology. I’ve never known whether this came from (a) being not personally bullied but a bit socially uneasy; (b) knowing that mobs had killed many of my family members in WWII; or (c) my temperament. Or maybe it was reinforced by the time in sleepaway camp, when I was 10, and watched a group of girls gang up on a kind and gentle counselor, jeering at her until she started crying and trying to run away.
In any event, this has always been a core feature of my psyche.
If you happen to feel the same way, this poem of defiance, by Les Murray (who was on the autism spectrum and had been bullied in school) is brilliant, emboldening, and for you:
Demo
No. Not from me. Never.
Not a step in your march.
not a vowel in your unison,
bray that shifts to bay.Banners sailing a street river,
power in advance of a vote,
go choke on these quatrain tablets.
I grant you no claim ever,not if you pushed the Christ Child
as President of Rock Candy Mountain
or yowled for the found Elixir
would your caste expectations snare me.Superhuman with accusation,
you would conscript me to a world
of people spat on, people hiding
ahead of oncoming poetry.Whatever class is your screen
I’m from several lower,
To your rigged fashions, I’m pariah.
Nothing a mob does is clean,not at first, not when slowed to a media,
not when police. The first demos I saw,
before placards, were against me,
alone, for two years, with chants,every day, with half-conciliatory
needling in between, and aloof
moral cowardice holding skirts away.
I learned your world order then.
If you love this poem as much as I do, and take strength from its unapologetic defiance, I’d love to know your favorite lines - and any other thoughts you have!
(I love this line: “I grant you no claim ever”).
‘Til next time,
xo Susan
"nothing a mob does is clean" hit me like a punch in the gut. Even people with best intentions, in a large and restive crowd, can succumb to the mob mentality. I have a severe aversion to cruelty of any kind and a mob is diffuse, anonymous cruelty without having to bear full responsibility for what you do. Terrible.
I'm extremely sensitive and so often I become agreeable just to people around me just so that I am not bullied. I've often realised people are nicer to me when they think I'm "less" than them .. as soon as I share any of my achievements , like the fact that I'm a ted x speaker or have written two books, there is always someone who starts making sarcastic comments and taunts and start pulling me down. I was bullied a lot in the corporate after I got early promotions. I am learning to not be afraid of these bullies and take a stand for myself -- but I find it really really hard and I sometimes wish the world was a better place and there was no bullies in the world .
If I don't have fear of bullying it would be so much easier for me to be my authentic self