He sure was a pain in the butt this past Winter break, but I miss the hell out of my little brother. On Monday, mom called us and told us that he got into a fight. Yeah, he ended up getting into one because this kid on his bus kept on trying to pick a fight with him. Mind you, my brother is a lover and not a fighter, but this time, this guy punched my brother in the stomach and instead of crying, my brother ended up tackling him on the floor, grabbing him by the neck, and punching him on the face.
I have mixed feelings about the whole situation. I mean, on one hand, I’m proud that my little bro kicked this guy’s ass, because the little turd deserved it, and Shaq usually lets bullies pick on him. On the other hand though, when mom told me that he held this bullie’s throat while punching him, I knew immediately that my brother was trying to choke the guy to death… now that’s where I have problems. It’s perfectly legitimate to defend yourself, but to the point where you could possibly break someone’s windpipe… I don’t think so.
I talked to Shaq on Monday and told him how I felt. I told him that it’s okay to punch someone if you are trying to defend yourself, but do NOT end up trying to kill someone. That’s just messed up. Mind you, this was the first time Shaq ever got into a physical fight since pre-school. I got into so many fights in elementary I cannot even remember. I was always called a nigger in elementary, and so, I ended up either 1) crying or 2) fighting. My bro receives about the same racial slurs and bigotry I received as a child. Things have changed a lot, but not everything.