I had a friend in 5th grade at school. I kept inviting her over to play after school but she never came. I asked if I could go play with her at her house, but she couldn't have me over either. Then halfway through the school year she became erratic. She'd walk with me and yank my arm hard while yelling, "Stop hurting me." I yanked my arm away and yelled, "What's wrong with you?"
Then she'd taunt me and blame me for attacking her when I didn't even say or do anything. (I was too shocked and hurt to figure out what to do.) Every time she did that, at the end of it, she'd get loud just as I would yank away from her and pull away.
I really had no idea what to do about this, so I asked Mom. Mom, being a quiet and unassuming woman that she was, (I am very much my mother's daughter lol), told me the next time she attacked me to punch her in the nose.
Noses break easily and I have no idea how to punch. So, the next time she started we were in line by the classroom door ready to be dismissed. I backhanded her lightly on the nose (knowing it would hurt, but not break), just as our teacher looked our way. I was called into the Principal's office, and told the truth. "Mom told me to." lol
Mom helped start the Head Start program in our town. She was the girl scout leader, a cub scout den mother, and helped in the lunchroom when a cafeteria worker was out sick. She lost her position in Head Start because of that. I was not raised to think skin color meant something, so it never occurred to me that I was supposed to tell Mom my friend was black.