When I was young, I was once accused of doing something by another kid in the class. This kid’s father was a Rebbe in the yeshiva. Not only was I falsely accused, the kid asked some friends of his to lie and back up his story. I denied doing it, of course, and I was sent to the kindergarten class for a few days until I’d admit to doing it.
After a few days, one of his friends admitted to the Rebbe that he’d lied, and was asked to lie by the main accuser. I was brought back into class – without any apologies from anyone. I asked the Rebbe why I didn’t get an apology from the kid, and why he wasn’t being punished, and I was told to just sit down. I said, “He’s not being punished because his father is a Rebbe in the yeshiva. He gets off scot-free because of that, while I wrongly sat in kindergarten for a few days? That’s not right!”
I was then kicked out of class again because of my chutzpah.
This wasn’t the only issue I had with that yeshiva. The best part is, a few years ago they called me to ask for money. I told them to go somewhere very hot.