There I was, lined up with a few other boys in front of the rusty old galvanized tin trough. All of a sudden I felt myself violently spun around by the school bully. In the process of spinning around I urinated all over the boy standing next to me. He let out a howl and went straight to the teacher complaining that the little fat boy who stuttered had urinated all over him. It wasn't long till I was in the firm grip of the teacher heading for her office.
Justice is for big people.
There are some school lessons you never forget. As I grew older I learned about diverse peoples from different times. I remembered hearing about a place that had a problem some 3300 years ago. Long before my great grandpa was born. This was a social problem.