Fortunately, I have never witnessed first hand any of this kind of uncivil violence. It triggers in my mind violence as a response. I want to just smash those fuQing abominations. I have seen countless animalistic violence recorded on cell phones and posted on Gab in the last few years. Thanks to the Mayors , Governors , Police and AG’s lack of n response for the rioting , killing , looting and arson during the George Floyd Psyact. (see Gen Flynn’s “The Citizen's Guide to Fifth Generation Warfare”)
The result of that Psyact was to entitle a black race to commit random acts of violence due to the slavery 150 years ago of some of their descendants. Most arrested were bailed out by Kameltoe Harris and charges dropped by the prosecutors Funny Harris and BuyDem got most of the BLM donations as the BLM website believe it or not brought you directly to BuyDem’s Campaign web site . Just like Antifa.com brings you to the Whitehouse.gov The blm founders took the rest and then went to buy some houses for these Marxist’s who organize the terrorist cells (if we want to call them what they are.)
A Psyact takes a created event or an organic event
and from that “act” they shape a narrative to push on the masses psychological techniques to control and manipulate reality. Clearly understanding this Hegelian dialectic tactic we can see how we have been duped.
From JFK to MLK to Desert Storm ( goodby peace dividend) to 9/11 ( hello guilty until proven innocent civilians/ think TSA)
A thought comes to my mind, I wonder if black men have murdered more humans in the past 150 years than the number of all black slaves who in most cases
Did not lose their life.

I am always amazed at the Parents that rely on the school to "Do something" In a case like the one in the video, one doesn't need the school to do something. You go down to the PD and swear a warrant out on the little bastard that did it.

I’m going to go with “The hue of all participants.” for $200 Alex

Now everybody, pay attention! Don't dare say children without the 'care' of their father suffer! They suffer because their mother is uncaring and selfish.My first one was so consummed with making his first million (he made others) he didn't have time for my child. I returned to my job when he was only two weeks old (my mother kept my infant son at her infant daycare. Then he had the audacity in later years of an attempt to secure custody of said child! The Judge asked me if I wanted him to have custody. Since I had seized his bank account, child support, and had absolute care, custody, and control of said child I responded 'Oh your honor he can have custody of my child over my dead body!' The Judge laughed and told him, 'Sir I think you better forget ever having custody of this child. I don't think she will ever grant you that.' We remained friends. My second husband had to work on his 20 year career in the Army and I knew it even before I married him. He did a pretty good job however. And if you think for one minute anyone ever abused my child (except a couple of teachers) I corrected their behavior). Hell hath no fury like a real momma if someone is abusing her child. When he was a teenager three black boys stopped him and started a word game. Three more black boys joined my son and physically sent the miscreants on their way. I reported one teacher to my child's Principal, and both my boys I reported to the School Superintendent. I assured them I'd be happy to come assist their teachers by taking time off from my job in Washington and he said that wouldn't be necessary.My X2 (when he got out ot the Army,) joiined our County Sheriff's Department and was made a Lieutenant. A stupid Coach slapped his child in the face! When it was reported my X2 was on the campus, all of the 11 coaches locked theirselves in the head coach's office. My hero was a fearsome 5;8" tall and weighed 160 pounds. Then the Superintendent of that school called me and said my X2 was banned from the campus. I laughed and said, 'In your dreams, darling!' He rescinded his silly order.. I assured him I knew what the penalty for child abuse was.

Ah, memories.
This reminds me of the halcyon days of my youth in 1970s Detroit. /sarc/

The schools were 95+% black, and God help us few white kids. It was open season on us 24/7.

It was a constant battle to avoid being beaten, stabbed, shot, robbed or raped.

I got shoved down a flight of stairs by two black girls I'd never met, all for the crime of being a white girl. My right knee has never been the same since.

I carried a knife on my person at all times after that. I only had to cut the first potential attacker; they left me pretty much alone after that.

Our youngest son got punched by an older kid, on the bus. Not knowing how he hurt his mouth (he told us he fell down), we took him to our doctor to have his teeth checked.
When the doctor said the injury was NOT from falling, he said he would have to inform Child Protective Services (about US!).
Our son admitted to the bus incident, and we reported it to the school. The school's response was "boys will be boys", but that they would "investigate".
When my wife told the school that CPS was already investigating (I didn't tell them they were investigating us), the representative suddenly sat up and ordered a temporary "ride along" on that particular bus.
Might makes right...

Correction: It is NOT might that makes right.

in your situation, it was the JUSTIFIABLE use of (or threat of) violence that keeps a CIVIL Society... CIVIL...

I just watched the video, pretty nasty. I was pummeled like that once in the 7th grade. Got some bruises, it was an emotional scar mostly not a physical one.

Thanks for sharing your personal account of being a father and a parent. As you indicated -- after you made your presence known, the abuse stopped. Well done.

I walked back and forth to school during most of my school years in grade school (because we moved to a dirt road down which the bus wouldn't come.) I started riding the bus when I entered 8th grade (which was in the high school complex, and operated, for practical purposes, the same way.) So I got in plenty of fights.People thought they didn't have to let me sit down, when it didn't suit their social arrangements. This was finally alleviated (somewhat), when I was in 10th or 11th grade, and my father sent me to the school office with a message that he was "G d_d sick and tired of this", and that he knew some people" he could talk to. Just which "people" he was talking about is unknown to me. Still, it somewhat abated. (Also, a lot of the people who were bigger and older than I apparently aged out of the system.

When I was in high school on the school bus, another kid that was both older and bigger than me decided to pick a fight when we were about 2 mi from the school just inside the city limits. The driver stopped the bus and invited us to get off and he continued on to the school without us. The rest of the kids on the bus were watching out the window to see how we were going to fight and we actually disappointed him because we just looked at each other and went on to school. How times have changed.