So, this happened

A 13 year old Muslim girl was asked, BY HER TEACHER, if she was toting a bomb in her back pack. And no, the kid wasn't some radical type—this was a regular, run-of-the-mill good student. Apparently the teacher’s reasoning was—well damn, girl’s a Muslim!

A spokeswoman for the school system confirmed the incident and said that the “remark was not appropriate.” But, she added, that the comment was not made with “ill intent.” The school’s principal apologized to the family and promised to “work” with the teacher. For their part, Aden and his family are willing to forgive the teacher, but hope the incident leads to more training for teachers.

Not appropriate? Gee—ya think?!

Not made with ill intent? 'the fuck do they even mean by that? The teach didn't ask her if she had unwashed gym socks in her bag, she asked, in essence, are you a terrorist about to murder us all. The teacher was making fun of her, bullying her because she could. She’s an adult, in a position of power, and this is a kid who's different from the other, white, T-shirt and jeans clad students. This authority figure's intentions are crystal clear to me—she was flying her rascist freak flag by scaring, intimidating and humiliating the poor kid. Fer fuck' sake, this woman doesn't belong in teaching. Hell's she shouldn't be in contact with children ever again!

The teacher said she knew her joke went too far, especially because of “the things happening in the world right now,” said the daughter.

her joke HER JOKE! Sure, it’s always just a joke when you get caught out for being a rhino vomit for brains, assholic bully.

My student years were riddled with shitty, emotionally stunted, tiny brained teachers. Between the myriad bullies amongst my fellow students, the slug brains charged with providing me with an education and, let’s not forget, the mondo strange, horny old men who employed me at the town’s movie theaters and local pizza shop—well, it’s just a fucking ball’s on miracle I didn’t run away. Oh yeah, and my home life was, every goddamned day, monster rat dingleberries on a stick too. I’d nowhere to turn.

My mantra was this—Live Through This And You’re Free. I’d breathe deep, go for long walks, sit in the Oak Grove, stare up at all the beautiful limbs and leaves and tick off the years. One more year. I just need to graduate and then I’m free. You can live through this, I’d assure myself.

And I did.

Back to the young teenage girl in Georgia. She’s got her parents on her side. Hopefully she has solid, supportive friends. Thanks to the ‘net, the teacher and school have been outed. Everyone’s watching. The school, while recognizing that the teacher fucked up, had a profoundly stupid response. No ill intent the spokesperson said. She may as well have said just kidding or no offense or some other bullshit, cover-your-ass line from the bully's handbook.