Together with my husband, I defended my son in middle school against a bullying vice principal on the strength of his word alone. Defense included direct confrontation in the presence of our lawyer (the accusation against my son was serious), a reenactment by witnesses, a professional transcription of the taped reenactment, and escalation to the school district superintendent.
My son was reinstated. We received a formal letter of apology from the district. The following school year, both the VP and the principal who had backed her up and refused even to hear my son’s side of the story (“I’ve heard what Miss B.—said, and that’s all I need to know”) were transferred to another school.
I was proud of my husband and myself for standing up for my son without any doubts, and I was proud of my son for being someone whose word we could rely on in the face of an overbearing authority.
I had always told my son, “If you always tell me the truth, I’ll always believe you.” That incident put it to the test. He came home and related the incident of being accused by the VP to us before we even got a call from the school, and we were satisfied that he had done nothing wrong. A little foolish, maybe, but nothing like what she said he had done.