There is no ignoring a bully
...and God forbid we pardon one
When I was in eighth grade, I was bullied by two boys every day. Throughout that miserable year, my loyal, feisty friend, Mary Teresa, spoke up in my defense. But she and I were outnumbered by the raft of adults who never intervened and our scores of fellow students who either laughed or looked the other way.
When I asked my parents what I could do to …