About Us

Hi, 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.

I 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. 

In 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.

I 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. 

I 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.

My 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.

My 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.

My 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 father.

Jared 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.

My 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.

The 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. 

This 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. 

Other 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.