On the Nobody Somebody Has Inside: C.S. Lewis and a Post About Bullying For Pink Shirt Day #pinkshirt

it even looks evilBy all accounts, the famous children’s author C.S. Lewis was bullied badly in the English private school that he was subjected to as a child. His first school, Wynyard, had a bully as a headmaster. Robert Capron–nicknamed “Oldie” by Lewis and his brother, Warren–was selected to be their father, Albert Lewis, to mentor these future authors. Walter Hooper, the literary biographer of Lewis, said,

“of all the schools in the British Isles [Albert] seems to have chosen the very worst.”

Oldie was actually quite generous with the Lewis boys compared with some of the other children. It seemed that Warren escaped most of Oldie’s brutality because,

“he amused the headmaster who even made something of a pet of him.”

With other children the headmaster was brutal; his wife and daughters were absolutely terrified of him, and students fled from his presence. His brutality led to the preying of older students upon the younger or weaker ones—C.S. Lewis included. He would write to his father, begging to be released from his prison. How strongly did Lewis feel about Wynyard? In his autobiography, he called it Belsen, named after the Nazi concentration camp.

C.S. Lewis’ time at Wynyard was short-lived, however, as Oldie was charged with brutality and died soon after in an insane asylum. But Lewis moved on to another school where the student bullying was formalized in a class-based hierarchy, where the “Bloods” ruled the hallways with a system of peer-led torture called “fagging.” Biographer Alan Jacobs writes:

The fagging system was one wing of the great edifice of Bloodery. Its rules were simple: non-Bloods had to perform whatever services Bloods required of them: shoe shining, clothes brushing, housekeeping, tea making. It was never, ever possible for an underling to plead any excuse, and refusal would have been repaid by something far worse than public caning. Curiously, the one place of refuge was the library—one could not be fagged there—so Jack’s [C.S. Lewis’] great ambition on almost every day of school was to make it to the library before being called upon by a Blood in need. And of course, there was no place he would rather have been than the library, even if there had been no fagging and no Bloods. But he rarely got there (The Narnian, 57).

C.S. Lewis was a social outcast and a victim of school-sanctioned bullying. He eventually became ill and was pulled from school, spending several glorious months doing what he liked to do best: reading by himself, left alone to his imagination–an imagination that would later give birth to Narnia.

We can see the impact the bullying had on Lewis in the chapter in Surprised by Joy called “Concentration Camp.” What is remarkable, for me, though, is how little it seems to affect his adult life. Lewis was placed on the academic “outs” his entire adult life, given the burden of being a Tutor instead of a Professor at Oxford because he committed the great sins of converting to Christianity and then writing to the general public about it. He was accused of fobbing off to a popular crowd with his kids’ books and there was no room at Oxford for dime-store academics who didn’t know their place.

This administrative outing—Lewis was passed up for promotion three times—meant a great deal of extra work for far less money for him. Yet he said he benefited greatly from it, and when he took a Chair at Cambridge he kept his residence in Oxfordshire. For him, the pain caused by his academic bullying was turned into a great benefit. Moreover, while counselling a fan about a bully affecting her, Lewis seems very philosophical about it:

I am very puzzled by people … who are just nasty. I find it easier to understand the great crimes, for the raw material of them exists in us all; the mere disagreeableness which seems to spring from no recognisable passion is mysterious…. This makes me think it really comes from inner insecurity—a dim sense that one is Nobody, a strong determination to be Somebody, and a belief that this can be achieved by arrogance…. (A bully in an Elizabethan play, having been sat on by a man he dare not fight, says “I’ll go home and beat all my servants”).

But I mustn’t encourage you to go on thinking about her [the bully]: that, after all, is almost the greatest evil nasty people can do to us—to become an obsession, to haunt our minds (Letters to an American Lady, 27; March 10, 1954).

A Nobody with a strong determination to be Somebody. For Lewis, these people are not worth consideration and their actions are not worth meditating upon. “A brief prayer for them, and then away to other subjects” is how it should be dealt with.

I, myself, was never much been bullied as a child—I think because I could talk my way out of most situations. Junior High was miserable in general, but mostly because I was awkward, poor, unattractive, and disinterested. I humorously averted a fistfight in the fifth grade and faced an after-school mob with a grin in high school, but, for whatever reason, I was entertaining enough to avoid most bullies, or uninteresting enough to avoid the rest.

As an adult, though, bullies have appeared in my life with remarkable consistency. They take a much different form now: volunteers leveraging for power, humour taken too far, the invitation to only the right people, terse emails where the manipulation is only too subtle. But the bullies are there, nonetheless, trading prepubescent black eyes for intellectual office barbs.

I see the Nobody that screams in rage inside these bullies, as well as the Somebody that creeps up in ambition—I’ve been able to make the same assessment as C.S. Lewis did. What I seem unable to do, when faced by that whispered wrath of the Other, is follow Lewis’ advice to the American Lady and just go on to other things. Instead, the bully’s words stick close upon me, even years later. I check myself, second guess myself, and experience a haunting dread until… well, until it’s no longer a problem, some days or weeks later. I feel the threat of the bully—even more keenly than the bully itself—in the hollow echo of my stomach or the sleep-dry nights. This Nobody that in my brightest moments I can work beside or laugh with–even pray for or pity–becomes an obsession—just like Lewis warned his friend against.

Why do I let the threat of his action bother me? Why am I manipulated by her guilt? I think it is because I share that essential self-evaluation with the bully: he thinks he is really Nobody; well, so do I. Instead of lashing out at others, though, I crumble at their disdain.

At the bottom of it, I believe, we share the same kind of pride, or lack of modesty, or self-obsession. I allow the bully into the very heart of my insecurity, giving her the ability to crush me—perhaps without her even knowing. For the bully as for me, we are both haunted with Nobodyness. As I submit to “the greatest evil nasty people can do to us,” most tragically, I forget who I am called to be.

And in this, I suspect I am not alone.

This post is rewritten from one on August 15, 2011. If you check out pinkshirtday.ca, you can read the story about Nova Scotia’s David Shepherd, Travis Price, and others, who transformed a moment with a kid being bullied for wearing a pink shirt into a global movement against bullying.

About Brenton Dickieson

“A Pilgrim in Narnia” is a blog project in reading and talking about the work of C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, and the worlds they touched. As a "Faith, Fantasy, and Fiction" blog, we cover topics like children’s literature, apologetics and philosophy, myths and mythology, fantasy, theology, cultural critique, art and writing. This blog includes my thoughts as I read through Lewis and Tolkien and reflect on my own life and culture. In this sense, I am a Pilgrim in Narnia--or Middle Earth, or Fairyland. I am often peeking inside of wardrobes, looking for magic bricks in urban alleys, or rooting through yard sale boxes for old rings. If something here captures your imagination, leave a comment, “like” a post, share with your friends, or sign up to receive Narnian Pilgrim posts in your email box. Brenton Dickieson is a father, husband, friend, university lecturer, and freelance writer from Prince Edward Island, Canada. You can follow him on Twitter, @BrentonDana.
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9 Responses to On the Nobody Somebody Has Inside: C.S. Lewis and a Post About Bullying For Pink Shirt Day #pinkshirt

  1. Anne Williams says:

    I think sometimes bullying is motivated by jealousy too.


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  4. Deb Harder says:

    I woke up at an obscenely early hour in the morning because of a memory coming to mind of an episode when I was bullied as a teen. I wish I had read this then, but I will try to remember it from now on, to pray for those people and then just move on. Thanks for the article.


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  6. cheriewhite says:

    Wow! I had no idea! I’ve seen the Narnia movies and loved them! You just know that the author’s former bullies were seething when he got famous for his Narnia books and movies! I love this! Living well is the best revenge! 😀


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