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Letter: Biased view of fight

When I was in the sixth grade, we were coming home from school one December day after performing our Nativity play. I was a shepherd in the play, wearing a chair cover for a robe and holding a mop pole for a shepherd’s staff. After getting off the school bus, my friend Rick took my mop pole from me, threw it over a snowbank and refused to retrieve it. So I challenged him to a fight.

Rick wanted to change clothes first, so we went to his house. When he came out, we wrestled around in the snow for a while and ended up in Rick’s garage with me pinned against the wall staring at Rick’s fist cocked and ready to let me have it in the kisser. Rick’s brother appeared and said, “Hit ’im, Ricky, hit ’im.” Rick said he couldn’t because his hands were cold (from rolling around in the snow). I wiggled myself free and got Rick in a head lock. I was a fairly strong kid. Rick started crying, gave up and I won the fight. Which worked out for both of us, for we were able to become good friends and had many high adventures thereafter.

But now to the point of my writing. There was a girl on the school bus, the prettiest girl on the bus. She apparently like Rick better than me. The next day she came up to me and said, “You’re a dirty fighter. You cheated. You got Rick’s hands cold so he couldn’t fight.” Her view was less then unbiased, and it reminds me of those still pointing the finger at George Zimmerman. The question is: Do we want our justice to be that?

JOHN DEMAKOWSKI

Franklin

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