my name is Nelson McCutchen. I was brought up in the old
manufacturing river town of Peekskill, New York, forty-two miles up the
Hudson River from New York City -- a small sleepy industrial town that
rose up and became a city when I was a teenager.
lived in what we then called a cold water flat near the main street of
town with my mother and two sisters, one older and one younger.
Our family barely had two nickels to rub together as the old
saying goes. My mother was a single parent for a while after my
biological father left and we survived on her meager salary alone.
We lived in that three story apartment on the top floor for
thirteen years during which time I had three fathers and two surrogate
dads, all bullies, so I was indoctrinated into the bully arena at at a
very early age.
school during those thirteen years I ended up with two broken hands, a
broken arm, two broken noses and many black eyes. I was slightly
built and not one to provoke a fight, but I didn’t take
much abuse before I defended myself; hence all the injuries. My home
life was raucous and dysfunctional and I found myself defending my
family more often then I care to think about. Other children knew of my
lifestyle and heard most of what went on in my household due to the number of families in my building and the surrounding area.
am neither proud nor embarrassed by my childhood; I rank amongst
millions of living human beings today that have gone through the same
quadrant of hell as I have. I am here to help those kids tht went
through the same horrors that I went through and they are still
ever-present in my mind.
grew up amongst drug users and addicts yet never indulged in the medium
of self aggrandizement. I was of all things, religious. My
mother, god rest her sole, made me go to church every Sunday and I am
much the better for that. I went to college, moved to Manhattan and
became a Computer Programmer for the New York Central Railroad then the
United Artists Corporation.
youth like many other bullied children, was painful to the point that I
measured my life by the seconds especially at night when I was trying
to go to sleep.
I married a local girl and we had three children.
daughter Lisa was taunted and harassed for some time while growing up,
at times it bordered on lethal But now our daughter is
a well adjusted young lady with two great boys of her own.
son Shane -- who grew up to be a Computer Systems Engineer and is a
great member of our staff -- was nine years old when he was punched in
the stomach by a bully a day after being released from the local
hospital after having a hernia operation. The boys father came to our
house irate that his son was "being attacked by our boy" until I spoke
with him and showed him the bandages that my son received during the
operation. Shane could hardly raise his arm, and would never be
able to throw a punch. Bullies very rarely own up unless they are
backed up against a wall. That boy was severely reprimanded by his
was an overactive young child that had many encounters, one when he was
about twelve years old. I caught a neighbor’s boy five
years his senior pummeling him to the ground while he playing, near the
schoolyard. The bully was extremely apologetic when I appeared and was
vocal. I talked with the boy at length then talked with his mother and
he never bothered my son again. They went on to be good friends and I
believe that after that incident the boys bullying days ended.
He has since become a ranking officer in the military.
Jared ended up graduating from Villanova Law school; he works with us and also handles cases involving bullies and their deeds.
quest here is to give back to all the young children that I can the
love and understanding that my family couldn’t give to me as I
was growing up. I need to do this and I am passionate about it. I had a
great mother and two terrific sisters but they had their own sanity to
protect and develop during the bully years.
larger percent of people on this earth -- even the bullys -- are born
pure, are inherently good and are capable of coming back to
spirituality and their true potential; I believe that.
website and this book are not constructed to denigrate the millions of
bullies that we have in our midst. On the contrary. They
are the heartfelt plea on our behalf to have people report these guys
with tough love. By denigrating not the bully but the Bully Image
-- the steadfast character that the bully perceives himself to be -- we
free him; because a free or spiritual person doesn't define
himself in the negative by forcing his pholosophy of life or his will
on another human being. And in freeing him, we as a species can
move closer to realizing our true potential then being as happy and
loving as often as we would like.
forms on the internet that define BullyCentral can be found at
www.MySpace.com/crackinthecode and www.MySpace.com/BullyRegister, these
two sites were created by our family.