Pigtails for peace: How one girl overcame a bully

09:26, Nov 01 2012
STANDING TOGETHER: Hundreds of people united behind Maisie Kate Miller, front left.
STANDING TOGETHER: Hundreds of people united behind Maisie Kate Miller, front left.

One of Maisie Kate Miller's schoolmates always had something belittling to say - about her body, her boyfriend, her fashion choices.

But that last little dig, no big deal in itself, brought the 15-year-old sophomore at Marblehead High, north of Boston, to tears a couple of weeks ago.

On the stairs behind her, the other girl, a sports standout in the school, was riffing on Maisie's hairstyle: "Who wears pigtails still? What is this, kindergarten?"

Maisie Kate Miller
PIGTAIL POWER: hundreds of people united behind Maisie Kate Miller.

"I turned around,'' Maisie said, "and she said, 'Keep walking!' I don't know, I was having a hard week anyway, and by the time I got to bio, I was crying."

Maisie's mum, Joanna Miller, texted her back to just let it go: "Don't give it any energy is what I told her."

What came to Maisie, though, was an idea for passive resistance, pigtail-style: Instead of scurrying away or returning the girl's nastiness in kind, she'd wear her hair like that all week - I'm fine the way I am, thanks - and maybe get a couple of friends to do likewise.


She poured out her heart - and her plan - on Facebook, then headed off to her after-school babysitting job.

When she checked in a few hours later, she was overwhelmed to find more than 500 notifications and hundreds of friend requests waiting: "Some of them were people I've looked up to and never met! I started shaking and couldn't stop.''

But - and this is my favourite part - Maisie typed out a second status update, asking for restraint: "I'd like to remind people that this is a protest against bullying," she wrote, so bullying the girl right back "would be against the movement,'' which she dubbed "Pigtails for Peace."

The next day, much of the school in the historic fishing village - girls, boys, a dog and at least one teacher - was pigtailed, and the bully absent.

"There were hundreds of them - almost all of the sophomore class'' copying Maisie's do, said Loren Weston, a counsellor and sponsor of an anti-bullying club.

"People from every friend group and year did it,'' said a junior who didn't want to be named. "The way she dresses - she's funky -  and outspoken and positive, but she hadn't been feeling so good,'' the girl said, and kids were glad to have the chance to rally around her.

In the days since, the student who mocked Maisie has not only backed off, but also sent a message of contrition through friends: "She's been going through some stuff, too," Maisie told me on the phone, and hopes that down the line, they'll be able to talk about it.

She's also gotten multiple messages along the lines of "She'd been bullying me, too, and now she isn't anymore; thank you!"

Old-fashioned cruelty has always gone on, of course; I'll never forget the old German nun who routinely yelled at a boy in my class, who had trouble reading aloud, that he was "so stupid" - STYOU-pid, she pronounced it - or the girl with albinism at summer camp who everyone said was a lesbian; I sat with her at lunch one day, not out of compassion, I'm sorry to say, but because she was ahead of me in line in the cafeteria, and that's how we usually sat; I still recall the stage whispers around us as everyone steered clear, and have often wondered what became of her, and wished I'd had the moral moxie to get to know her.

A few school pranksters and "Mean Girls" keep their skills up long after graduation; when a woman in my office mocked the giant crucifix passed down from my grandmother a decade ago - "Even Madonna doesn't wear those anymore" she said; do these people work from a handbook? - I wanted to cry in middle age.

It's important that it was Maisie who came up with her own way out of the problem and made it a kind of community project.

What she did instinctively is quite a kindhearted version of the "shaming" suggested as a way of internally policing a common social area - a school, or an internet group in which the humans involved actually see each other occasionally - by the late Elinor Ostrom, the first woman to win the Nobel Prize for economics.

Maisie is "someone who sticks up for people,'' said Weston, the counselor who leads the anti-bullying group, "and that's why this response." Through an acquaintance from Marblehead, I found Weston on Facebook, where I first saw Maisie's story, and she led me to Maisie and her family.

Maisie's mother thinks sticking up for people comes from seeing her father, a surgeon who was diagnosed with a brain tumour when Maisie was 3, become more and more compromised in the three years before he died.

A theatre kid with flair and "a big personality,'' her mum laughs, Maisie's the sort who won't go to a party if her buddy with Tourette's isn't included.

An independent spirit who, when told her saleswoman mum couldn't swing the Shakespeare summer in England that Maisie had hoped for, got busy working at various jobs and paid for the trip herself.

Maisie made me laugh by prefacing our conversation with, "I want to apologise in advance for the fact that I'm going to say 'like' a lot."

But she's taught me something serious. Some wise souls are young in age, and this one has reminded me that the majority usually wants to do the right thing, and may only be waiting to be invited and shown how.

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