When Motorcycles Roared to Justice – The Unlikely
A Father’s Loss
After twenty-six years as a school janitor, nothing prepared me for losing my fourteen-year-old son, Mikey, to relentless bullying.
His journal revealed tormenting words urging him to “end it.”
Refusing Silence
The school called it “unfortunate” and urged a quiet funeral, but I refused.
I reached out to Sam, a biker who’d lost his nephew, and he promised support from his club, the Steel Angels.
A Powerful Farewell
On the day of the funeral, fifty bikers formed a solemn corridor.
When the bullies arrived, their smugness turned to fear.
Sam declared their purpose: “to ensure Mikey’s memory wasn’t forgotten.”
Lasting Change
The bikers’ presence forced accountability, leading to transfers, a principal’s resignation, and a new anti-bullying program.
I founded a scholarship in Mikey’s name and now ride with the Steel Angels, carrying a message: “someone hears, someone cares.”
