My kids -- like kids across Nova Scotia -- are wearing pink to school today.
The reason? Two Grade 12 students from a rural high school who were upset about a Grade 9 boy being picked on, teased and threatened for wearing a pink shirt. The older guys went out and bought dozens of pink tank tops and t-shirts and handed them out at school in a show of solidarity. Other kids across the province picked up on the idea, and today thousands of them will be wearing pink clothes to school in a show of anti-bullying solidarity.
What's my beef? (You knew there had to be one.) It's with the media coverage. Every story I've read or heard says that the unidentified boys who teased the kid who wore pink that first day called him "a homosexual."
Now, in most contexts, it's not nice to use the words queer and fag in print. But I am pretty sure those bully boys did not say "You're wearing pink -- you're such a homosexual." In this context, using the bland word homosexual takes away from the bullying act itself. It makes it seem more benign. I understand we don't have a direct quote, but surely someone told a reporter something like, "They were calling him a fag."
Just because we don't use some words because they are pejorative or hurtful doesn't mean we should never use them at all. We may not like the words precisely because they are so powerful. Sometimes, that power is something writers should take advantage of, in order to get a story across as accurately as possible.
Labels: Nova Scotia, School, Writing