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John Guthrie's avatar

When I was in 7th grade (1977), we had a Holocaust Survivor speak at our school. She went to each classroom so everyone could see her up close. No one ever questioned her experiences because we knew the Holocaust was a historical fact.

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You are right. When I was nine, two things happened at the same time after a fast freeze. One, the laziest teacher in our school was playground monitor. Two, the two tough bullies managed to convince the boys that hung around them that it was time to have a standoff on a large frozen puddle at the bottom together the slide.

The two bullies got together and devised a test of toughness and loyalty for their henchmen.

Each designated boy would be jeered at and cheered on if he climbed the large metal slide, lay down, closed them eyes, put their hands pressed flat against their thighs.

The bullies said their side would have the most guys brave enough to hit the ice face first.

I was in a different part of the playground when the first boy went down and broke his nose and his glasses.

The other bullies first sacrificial scapegoat was at the top of the slide lying down. Wayne twisted slightly at the bottom and got a bang on his head and his ear was bleeding.

The two bully kings declared that Wayne lost. All the boys started chanting some stupid saying about being tough. Then “Go less go! You have to salute me before you lay down!”

I was stunned when Les gave him a Nazi salute. The midget Storm - trumpet- dictator on the ground clicked his heels together and saluted back.

My maiden name is Aschenmeier and I had grandfathers conscripted by Germany and Canada to fight in WWII. I had become enraged when I heard what the leaders in the war made both families forced to fight and lose. I knew Les’s mother well and she would be incandescent with rage if she could see Les at that moment.

I grabbed Barb and Colleen ‘s hands .

“The boys are trying to take over the slide. Let’s slide in.”

We ran an hit the ice all three shouting.

“It’s our slide too”

Each of us were blocking Les’s slide down . More girls joined us shouting “Tis is our slide too”

Finally noting, the girls lining up facing the boys the teacher came over and told me “You’re not acting like a young lady.”

“ Yes. Sir.”

The bell rang just as I hoped. Ryan, one of the bullies pushed me down from behind. I fell and my knee scraped open onto the ice.

“We’ll get you for that.Don’t interfere.”

My knee was bleeding so my teacher sent me to the secretary. She was good friends with my Mom so I told her about the boys plans . She called the two bullies mothers and the ringleaders were given extra work in the office to help raise a fund for the broken glasses.

It’s the closest brush I have had with Naziism. I was startled how many boys quickly joined in and how the rest just stood around watching.

I was glad Les never went down the slide.

He was mad at me though. At least he didn’t have a concussion.

The GOP remind me of those boys in Grade Four.

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