When I was a third grader living in Milwaukee, I not only witnessed an injustice but was a victim. In Mrs. Belinskis’ classroom, there were couple of kids were bullying another boy whom recently joined the class. They picked on him because he was a fat boy who had recently moved to the U.S from Ecuador. He was an easy target for the kids since the poor boy didn’t speak a word of English. They tormented the boy by tearing off pieces from their erasers and throw them at the kid. The teacher would see what happening to the poor child, but turned a blind eye. With no repercussions, the kids carried on their behavior. I told the kids to stop, but that plan worked to little avail. Since plan A failed, I turned to the next best thing; make them run