business. You see this guy, and he just sneers at you and says, âHey, faggot.â Thingis, to him itâs nothing. Two seconds later heâs probably forgotten he even said it. But itâs burned in your brain. Itâs a permanent scar. A week later youâre still asking yourself, whyâd he have to do that? Whyâd he have to pick you? Does everyone think youâre a faggot? Maybe you are a faggot and you donât even know it.
Itâs like torture. You know âSticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt meâ? Itâs a load of crap. A stick stops hurting after a few minutes. Names last a long time.
âRyan Clancy
I was talking with Brendan in the hall, and Sam Flach came by and gave him just the slightest nudge. The sort of harmless thing that must happen a thousand times a day in a crowded school like ours. At first I thoughtBrendan overreacted. Making a fist, muttering under his breath. I stupidly said, âOh, come on, Brendan, it wasnât that bad, just a little push.â Brendan looked back at me with such hurt in his eyes. He said, âNo, Ms. Bender, its not âjustâ a little push, not when it happens every day.â Even then I didnât take it that seriously. But now I think I understand. What if it really was constant, unrelenting torment? A little bit of salt doesnât bother your skin. But that same small amount in an open wound can really, really sting.
â Beth Bender
âI went to three [high schools], and in none of [them] did I for a moment feel safe. High school was terrifying, and it was the casual cruelty of the popular kids that made it hell.â
âa posting on the Internet
It wasnât just in the halls. It was everywhere. Once, in gym, we were out in the field a couple of days after a big rain. The grass had pretty much dried, but there were still a few puddles. Next thing I know, [Sam] Flach and [Paul] Burns push me down. Each one grabs a leg, and they drag me through a couple of muddy puddles. Iâm drenched with grimy water and smeared with mud, and Bosco comes over, and I swear heâs having areally hard time not grinning. He tells Flach and Burns to let go and tells me to go clean up. And that was it. I mean, it was almost like he was giving those guys a license to do it again anytime they liked.
âRyan Clancy
Everyone thinks about suicide when theyâre a teenager. At least, almost everyone I know. Itâs just, like, something really crappy happens and youâre in this horrible pain, and whatâs the point? Gary loved that old Queen song, the one they sang in the car in Wayneâs World . You know, where the singer says he shot someone in the head and his life is ruined, but nothing really matters anyway. I mean, donât take this the wrong way and think youâve made some big discovery. He didnât do what he did because of some stupid song.
âAllison Findley
Lots of kidsâll say they want to kill themselves at one point or another, but Gary would reallygo into detail about it. I remember he once got into this whole thing about hanging himself from the flagpole in front of the school. So youâd get to school the next morning, and instead of the flag, thereâd be Gary. The thing of it was he couldnât figure out how to do it. Like, how would he get up there? He thought maybe a really long extension ladder would do the trick. I figured it was just typical Gary stuff, but a couple of days later we were leaving school, and he actually took off his backpack and tried to shimmy up the flagpole. Of course he couldnât. But it really hit me: Two days later and heâs still thinking about it.
âRyan Clancy
The presence of a gun in the home increases the risk of suicide fivefold.
I canât begin to count how many times on a Saturday around noon Iâd knock on Garyâs door and find him still in bed, wide awake, simply