When I was young all the kids would rank each other out, saying things like, “You are so ugly that if my dog had a face like yours, I would shave his ass and make him walk backwards.” This was done to be funny, most times it was not meant to be mean, but if you didn’t have a comeback, than you would have to hide your head in shame. Nobody ever wanted anything said about their mother, there is something that is sacred about a mother, so the comeback that always worked was saying, “Your Mama”, short and simple did the trick, as you didn’t even have to say, “So is your Mama.” If the rank out included anything sexual, you could always say, “Well your Mama liked it.” The worst rank out that I ever heard was said to this kid who had a bad case of acne. The guy came up to him and said, “Your face is disgusting, it looks like someone set it on fire and beat it out with a chain”, and this one was mean spirited.
I moved into a new school in Eight grade and I went to Catholic school. A very pretty girl lived next door to me, but she went to Public school and we had different friends. I went to the public High School after I graduated Grammar School and I took the public bus to and from school just like my next door neighbor did. We each had our own group of friends, so we never talked with each other. There was an announcement in school and a bunch of posters were hung up promoting Valentine’s Day, so I bought a card for her and put it in the school mailbox, so it would be delivered. On the bus ride home she kept making fun of me, calling me a retard and telling me how embarrassed she got when my card was delivered to her. I said something stupid to her, but it did get her to stop screaming at me.
I told her to close her legs, because her breath smelled and then she left me alone after that, but it wasn’t over. She sat on her front porch and waited for my Dad to come home from work and then she went running up to him. My Dad was furious and he started taking off his belt and beating me and saying that he did not want a son with a dirty mouth. He beat me pretty bad and I only said that to get her to shut up. A year later I had become strong enough to take the belt away from my Dad and that was the end of my beatings.
Written for 12/1/18 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “ma”.