Bully
From the day Tyler was born,
I was probably
the proudest dad in the world.
Because he was the firstborn,
he was the first son.
He always had that laugh
about him that was just...
I don't know,
it was infectious.
It caught you.
Keep going! Keep going!
One more time. Let's go.
See, Papa, see?
See, I can do it.
Papa, see? I can do it.
As he grew older,
he kind of reverted and was a loner.
He couldn't stand large crowds,
he couldn't stand
the noise of it all.
Here, let's see the window.
I knew he would be victimized
at some point in time.
Tyler?
What is it, Dad?
I need a camcorder.
Tyler was never
the most athletic.
All right, y'all tell me
When he was in PE, he was always
the last one to be chose.
Nobody would be on his team
because they said he was a geek
and he's a fag,
and they didn't want to play with him.
And it took a toll on him
early in middle school
to where he... he cried.
And then he got to a point
to where he didn't cry anymore.
And that's when it became difficult
to truly understand
what he was going through.
Is this in position?
Kimberly, if you see this tape,
this is me, I'm talking in the camera.
But I just wanted to say that
I really love you very much.
If all the kids insult you
and all things like that,
forget about them.
The last couple days we had heard
that he had had his head
shoved into a wall locker.
Some kids had told him to go
hang himself, that he was worthless.
Hand me it.
And I think he got to the point
- Tyler, what are you doing?
- Drawing.
- You doing your homework?
- Yes.
- You drawing Daddy a picture?
- Yes.
- Say hi to Daddy.
- Hi, Daddy.
to come through that door.
And I know he's not.
Come here.
Well, come here.
Basketball.
If there is a heaven...
I know Tyler's there.
And all I can do is have the faith...
that I'll be able to see him again.
That's what I have to live for.
And I have to live
for my other two kids,
and I have to make their life...
as comfortable and as pleasant...
and as peaceful as I can.
Tyler Lee Long,
born April 25, 1992.
Died October 17, 2009. Age 17.
Her name is Noelle
She rings my bell
I got gym class
in half an hour
How she rocks
in Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't
give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just
a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just
a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby
with me
I've got two tickets
to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday
Don't say "maybe"
I'm just
a teenage dirtbag, baby
Like you
Yeah
Dirtbag
No, she doesn't know
What she's missing
- Papa?
- Yes, dear?
You have no cups that I can reach.
I have no cups?
- That I can reach.
- Why not?
Because they're
all the way back there.
Somebody, named "your mother"...
I feel good
when I'm in this house
and when I'm with my family.
- That's Papa's cup.
- Yeah, I know.
Maya, my sister, she is annoying,
but that's normal for a sister, so...
Then there's Ethan.
He's my six-year-old brother.
He got all A's in preschool
through kindergarten.
I'm proud of him for that.
Then there's Jada.
She talks a lot.
Then there's Logan,
my two-year-old brother,
and my mama and my dad.
And then there's me.
L-O-S-E-R.
What does that spell? "Alex."
Wow, sisters are annoying.
Your face is annoying.
People, call me "fish face."
I don't mind.
You got called "fish face," too?
I got called that
all the time in third grade.
- You did?
- Yeah.
Come here,
come here, come here.
What?
Body slam!
Your foot!
Isn't it tasty?
I feel kind of nervous
going back to school 'cause...
I like learning,
but I have trouble
with making friends.
What's up, Alex?
Don't piss me off and that won't happen.
OK.
I'll kick your ass.
- Don't do that.
- I'm not hitting you.
You hit me in the nose.
- Don't even think about watching.
- OK.
Or gonna throw you on the ground
and start kicking the crap out of you.
I'll break your Adam's apple,
which will kill you.
Hey! No, you didn't!
- What's up?
- S'up?
OK.
Yeah, I know
what you're saying.
Whoa, the fog must have
slowed everybody down.
Go. Go, go, go.
Get to class.
And away we go.
Listen up, everybody get your team
and line up over there against the wall.
It doesn't matter which order.
Whoa, buddy, what happened? Come here.
- We just got...
- What in the world happened?
I don't see any hole.
- He got hit pretty good.
- Did he?
I'll bet you guys
didn't like that, did you?
Get in there, let's go.
Get in there.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Let's go, let's go, move around.
Come on, Jason, move around.
Watch the ball!
Hey. Are you in trouble?
- Not really.
- OK.
He's always such
an unhappy-looking child.
I see you guys
laughing over there.
Now, Cody.
Cody, come here.
You don't have a book?
'cause you just snuck in?
We're on page 364.
Maggie, go ahead and read it, please.
Mrs. Pucilek, open a window.
Open a window.
Can I do that
without getting in trouble? OK.
Yes. Come here, sweetie.
Cody, can you tell me what's
happening at lunch table?
He calls me a f*ggot.
He does?
How does that make you feel?
It... It breaks my heart.
It breaks your heart. I see.
So what do you think we should do?
Tell me how to fix this.
Tell me how to fix this.
I don't know.
I don't have any magic.
Just, you know,
and it's a really awful feeling.
How many people in here have,
um, at least one friend?
OK. How many people in here
have two friends?
How many people in here have
more than two friends?
Almost everybody.
People think that I'm different,
I'm not normal.
Most kids don't
want to be around me.
I feel like I...
something happening
when you're walking down the hall
at school and in the classroom,
after school,
when I'm walking home,
when I'm walking through the parking
lot in the mornings, to school.
I wasn't welcomed at church.
I'm not welcomed
in a lot of people's homes.
I know these guys get called "gay"
just for hanging out with me.
Everybody thinks I'm a lesbian.
Everybody thought
we were lesbians
- right when we started hanging out.
- I'm straight.
- And she's straight.
- I'm straight.
Like I told you,
she's K-gay.
I'm not straight anymore.
We were walking back from lunch
and these guys,
there was probably like six older guys,
driving in their mom's minivan.
They were mostly jocks.
I was gonna find out
so I kinda walked in the road,
or stopping to talk to me,
they sped up
and I flew onto the windshield.
I couldn't have gotten hit by something
cool, like a Jeep or something.
I had to get hit by a minivan.
Tuttle. Country town.
- What did he say?
Football, football
Let's play football!
Defense!
Defense! Defense!
Bible Belt Oklahoma.
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