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i graduated in 1969 and the only quibble i would proffer to an otherwise excellent editorial is that abuse definitely occurred before the 70's. my classmate robert simon still lives with his master robert berman and was "very close" to him while in high school. berman made some sort of play for me in 67.

unlike many "non-abused" grads whose pride in their alma mater has been tarnished by these revelations, i feel that i narrowly escaped with my life. i have hated the place for 50 years since i started first form (seventh grade.i had not even reached the campus when i was bullied.

the threats to my life came not only from the criminal psychopath berman but his colleague in pedophilia somary and the numerous sadistic martinets and other tortured souls who roamed its hallowed halls. in seventh grade english mr. wooster -- a pleasant jovial man who REALLY liked talking about sex, had an assaultive quirk -- he would pick you up with one hand and pinch you under your thigh hard enough to leave a mark. probably half the class would get a few "woo-pinches" i dont remember him pinching my 6'4 180 pound classmate.

i was the victim of two felony assaults by faculy, both in eighth grade. mr chase, the head of the middle school who was rumored to have been general mcarthur's interpreer during wwII, was the lunchroom monitor when he saw me and a classmate throwing salt on each others' icecream. he picked us up and cracked our heads together. i had a black eye for weeks. later that year -- as the youngest person in the class i was by then 12, 5'1 and maybe 105 lbs, i was haplessly and hopelessly swatting in defense after being manhandled by a sizable classmate/bully, maybe 5'10, 200 lbs, and willem van heckerun, deciding i was the aggressor, grabbed me by the ear and dragged me down a flight of stairs bruising/cracking my coccyx so that it hurt for months. he then wrote a disciplinary progress report one of three i received which almost got me expelled. jan betke, a sweet fey man who was tortured by our entire class, picked on the second weakest person in the room, i.e. me. the weirdest of the three came from robert l.t. evans, who objected to my cursing on the subway (anyone who didnt curse on the subway was in a tiny mionorty) while having an hm bookbag. that foppish disciplinarian was rarely on time for first period french but the one time i was late i got a weeks detention. normally during detention one could do homework. alone with evans, i had to keep my hands clasped and do nothing.

i was not sorry to hear he died of aids in the mid eighties.

a last random horror. tek lin who repulsively confessed last summer to repeated felonious sex w students saying "that i meant no harm"

well lin did you mean harm when you gave me detention because you thought my haircut looked like carol channing? when you snarlingly measured students sideburns?