I was bullied until I was 18 and got beefy. Suddenly, people shut up about me.
I recall one time in Atlanta when my younger brother and I took a walk over to Piedmont park, which I presume is still there. A couple guys with their dates drove slowly past us with windows rolled down. One guy leaned out the window and yelled, what are, a couple queers? I ran over toward the car, they peeled rubber getting the hell out of there. I could have torn the door off to get at them. From then on, I never had a problem with bullies.
Funny thing, I still can't stand bullies enough that I challenge them. I really need to change because I can only walk a short distance and that's with a cane. My wife typically wheels me around in a wheel chair. I think my tough days are behind me.
I do believe in white and black right and wrong stuff, and I'm not speaking of race. However, I see a lot that's different shades of gray.
I'm a Christian and I see a lot that's properly classified as right and wrong but every Sunday I pray for forgiveness for all my wrong the last week. I also pray for the extra strength I need to correct it.
Do I expect everyone else to be a Christian? No, that's their business, although I wish they were Christians and that's my business.