Today marks the ceremonial 100th day of school for students across the United States. It’s an important day to mark the ongoing culture of bullying and harassment that persists for young people who are perceived to be LGBT in our schools and universities. In solidarity with the Safe Schools Action Network, I’m pleased to share with you the testimony of one young person who has been the victim of bullying.
The following was written by a student at the Catholic University of America.
Late one night during my sophomore year, here at CUA, I was asleep in my dorm room in Ryan. It was probably around 3:00 AM when I awoke to several loud bangs on my door. I heard several voices out in the hallway, all male, and they were all laughing and talking about me. They yelled, “Yo, come out here faggot!”
I continued to lie in my bed; my heart was racing, and I didn’t know what to do. Another male then said, “Yo, get the fuck out here faggot so I can beat the shit out of you!” I glanced across the room to my roommate’s bed to see if he had woken up, but it seemed he hadn’t.
The group in the hallway continued to bang on the door as hard and as much as they could. The hinges on the door were rattling and I was afraid that given the force with which they were hitting the door, the door itself would break at any given moment.
Then, the banging stopped and the voices were reduced to light giggling and laughter. It was at this point that I could hear the guys outside my room writing on the whiteboard outside my door. After a few minutes they began to bang on the door some more, screaming for me to come out there to see them, then the voices died down and then finally there were no more sounds in the hallway.
I was breathing rapidly, and it was only after ten minutes that I had the courage to get out of my bed to go over to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw that no one was outside. I opened the door and looked at my whiteboard and written all across it were profanities regarding my sexuality along with vulgar images of penises.
I called DPS and they responded and I filed a report, but nothing ever came of it. I lived two doors down from one of my two RAs, yet neither he nor the other one responded that night. Neither of my RAs were around that night, and as such, there was no one who could have responded right away to help me. I felt as though I couldn’t talk to anyone about it, except for close friends, and that there was no one who could legitimately sympathize with me.
That night, I felt entirely alone.