Got into fights in junior high.
I've never been assaulted by a jw, tho have been because of BEING a jw.
Which leads me to an offshoot of the main topic, here.
Growing up as a JW is hard because you are totally weird and different, you're STUCK UP about it, and you aren't allowed to "return evil for evil" so self-defense is out of order. Now, maybe in the ghetto fighting back will lead to knife fights or some such, but in my mixed race neighborhood of the middle class, it just leads to fists being tossed.
If only I'd had the belief that I could nail Jeff McQuillan between the eyes and not suffer divine wrath for doing so, I wouldn't have spent three years in juniour high hell. It was tough enough without having him urinating on my underwear during swimming class and other jokes.
*whines pathetically about how hard his middle class American youth was*
CZAR