#скорбимКемерово
There are many reasons why the film “Three Billboards on the Border of Ebbing, Missouri” could not be shot in Russia and based on Russian material. But one of the most important things is that we have become accustomed to violence and the outrages that have become our norm of life, and we are not making any efforts to have our relatives, bosses, colleagues, friends, teachers and all those who are entitled to do so in good faith, by law and in office. We don't know how to protect ourselves, and that's why we can't defend the rights of our children even when we see that they are in danger. On the day of the tragedy in Kemerovo, I overheard a conversation between two mothers on the train. One of the moms smiled to talk about her daughter studying in the pool, where there are no curbs, and bare cement and the remnants of the fittings are sticking out of the walls, where the showers have no watering cans and the floor is slippery. She told her friend that several children had already fallen very painfully, and her own daughter had smashed her leg against a sharp corner that was unprotected. Mom complained that the pool had been rented out, and it had a lot of flaws. And she showed another mom a picture of her daughter's injury. The full-leg bruise was shown on a mobile phone.
What makes this mom take her daughter to a pool with such terrible flaws? What feelings prevented her from sending a letter to the pool management, to which she was supposed to attach a photo of her daughter's leg with the results of the medical examination? In her conversation with her friend, my mother sadly stated: “But this is the case with us.” How is it so? So there's no way you can resist the circumstances and file a complaint? So you can't take a child out of a dangerous pool?
And do parents know how coaches treat their children? And what are the conditions for sports camps? And are trainers and organizers of field camps able to insist that conditions meet safety requirements?
In fifth grade, I lost a classmate who was at a training camp in Limbazi. Young athletes lived in a school that was being renovated. And the players went to the dining room, which was located in the basement, which was above three more floors of the school, with pallets full of bricks on each floor. One day they fell into the dining room and ran over the children.
Teachers... I am making a great effort to persuade parents to write a collective letter protesting against the teacher's actions that insult children. But many parents are not ready to sign such a letter, because “they don't want to lose a good subject.” And they agree that their child should be humiliated year after year.
Yesterday I received a terrible letter from a tutoring center teacher:
“I work at a tutoring center with a boy who complains about bullying from a teacher at his school all the time. The teacher has been working at school for 100 years, has all sorts of titles and even a medal, as the child says. He humiliates this boy all the time, pits his class against him.
I tried to start a conversation with my parents; they don't see the problem, but are rather afraid to open their eyes. And the child's situation is very serious. Self-denial is already very powerful. I spend half of my time in class trying to restore his faith in his worth.
This is the dialogue we had this morning, for example.
This morning, a child (12) in class at a tutoring center is telling me: - I wish I were dead. It feels cold down my back.
- Well, I can't do anything, no one needs me.
- What are you saying? Think about your mom, you silly!
And he said to me: - But she also beat me up!
- Who said that to you?
- A teacher.
- And did you believe it?
- Well, she's a teacher, how can I not believe her? She's teaching me, after all. I've got to believe her.”
What should this tutor do, who can't help the child, even if the parents don't see the problem with the teacher poisoning the child? What should I do if I see that my child is not doing well in class, if something is oppressing him, and he is afraid to tell his parents about it because he is desperate to get help and compassion from them? Why do we only start thinking on such bitter days that we need to change something in our lives? Why don't we fight every day for our rights, for our children, and for us to be reckoned with?
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