Me: "That's child abuse! I'm gonna call the police! " My grandma: "Well, get over here. If I'm going to jail I'm gonna make it count." 😂😂😂 I miss my grandma🥺
My mom use to tell me if I called DHS she would give me something to report 🤣 she also once packed a bag for me when I threatened to run away from home. My mom was a gangster and I love her for it. Best mom in the world.
My Dad could be a football field away, if I back talked him he would find the belt and make it across the distance with seconds to spare. He would answer all honest concerns with a solid explanation and no punishment but being rude to him was putting my life in mortal peril. Still miss that man to this day.
Good for you and your Dad. Both of my parents had no problem applying a belt to my behind and legs when I misbehaved. They Never drew blood but it only took a few of those punishments and I quickly learned Right from Wrong. A lot of parents don’t want to punish their children nowadays. That’s not going to work out for the kids when they eventually grow up and they get into big trouble and they don’t understand Why.
Speaking of the belt. My Dad would hold one end of the belt to the other and pop/snap it before giving you a few pops. I still hate belts. It didn't kill me and I loved him till he died. He just wanted me to get along in life and not act like an idiot in front of others. Belts got to go though!
Russell Peters one of the earlier pioneers of standup comedy, he was killing it for 2004/2005. This was a long ass time ago and imagine how funny this was.
We were somewhat scared of the police, but, we were even more scared of what my Dad would do if he found out. Mom was tough too. Don't kill your kids but do put some fear in them, it'll work out better for them. This guy is funny. I just happen to bump into this routine and was laughing like crazy!
I did call the police on my Mama after a spanking. Deputy showed up, talked to my Mama and then took my young ass in the garage and whupped me like an unloved yard dog.
Facts. I had the same experience with afew of my white friends. My 🇩🇴Dominican parents made sure They taught me Respect and disciple All my life Now I teach my kids that (Respect Deserves Respect)
Bring back memories. My mom was from Georgia and I’m from up north, so I had that Southern upbringing. Somehow, that shoe came flying round the corner. It was so quick, I didn’t have time to cry. I miss her so much. 💕
My dad wrote an entire song for my brother as a kid. The chorus went “I can tell from the way that you looking it’s been a while since your last whooping, you need a ass whooping.”
As a kid I remember doing bad in geography and my parents were pressuring me to do better. I remember when it got too much I shouted “I want to be a hairdresser” and not go to school😭 I saw heaven that day, it was my parents against me lol. Years later here I am now a senior doing bio in college lol. And the plot twist: I don’t like going to the hairdresser 🤣
My father was Hungarian and was in the military there even. The accent was quite similar and boy, did he love to use his leather belt!! My mother used the wooden or METAL spoon as well, if we got out of line. But her temper was much worse. We got hit for not making the salad before she got home. We refused sometimes, said "we're going on strike today." That's all it took for her. When she did get home, we'd barricade up in our rooms. We knew we were going to get it. Funny what she would say though: "You little shits better make that fucking salad before I get home.... Oh no, okay I am going to get the wooden spoon out." Or: "I have spoiled you guys rotten!!" Yeah, little shits was one of her fave terms for us. Now this was in the 80s mind you. She was white and from Ohio and did NOT play.
My mom was raised in the South and made us ( "go cut a switch")!!!!! Cutting your own switch was the first part of the punishment. Secondly, you had to watch her 'peel' the switch so that it is extra stingy. It left raised welts wherever you were hit. Seems to be a Southern thing....my Northern friend never heard of it.😂😂😂
My asian mom was so good in throwing her slippers at us when we did something wrong. Our dad doesnt spank, he would just give me that look and we know we are in trouble. Now I am a mom myself. I spanked my son when he was young whenever he did something wrong. One day he dropped a bowl of soup and made a big mess. I got mad, he looked at me, crying in fear and said, “mommy im sorry i wont do it again, please dont hit me.” I felt terrible for instilling such fear on my little boy. From then on, I never spanked my son. I just talk to him making him understand why he needs to make good choices. I raise my voice sometimes. He’s 27 now, responsible and respectful man, never gave me problems.
I'm very glad you changed. I'm 34 and still resentful of my mother's twenty-year reign of abuse as it made me a very scared, angry, and almost equally as violent person. ✌️🫶
@@PinkCakesandTea Exactly what I say. Parents who 'discipline' like this can really f**k up a kid for life. It's really nothing to make jokes about. Hopefully I can break the cycle. I wish healing for you too.
I remember when my Mom or Dad took a Belt to my behind or upper legs. That’s when I discovered that I could actually walk on Air trying to get away from the Belt!!!!!!!
My dad was a sweet soft and tender man. He never raised his hand on us. He would only patiently taught us a better way. I miss his love and tenderness everyday.
Ha... I use to tell my kids to "come here I am going to spank you!" And they'd be "but why Pops?" I'd tease them saying "some day you're do something to get into trouble and I "want to deal with it now. Get ahead of the game. I might be too busy to deal with it later."
People wouldn't treat animals the way they treat their kids. It's sick. When I was about ten, a friend of mine and I were playing on the ice on the local river, and a neighbour saw us and told our parents. When my friend got home, he got the belt, as "punishment". When I got home, my parents said, "NEVER do that! You could fall right through into the icy water. And what if you found yourself stuck UNDER the ice so you couldn't find the opening, and you'd be TRAPPED under it while you drowned!" I thought, "Oh YIKES! I'll never do THAT again!" Which one of us learned a better lesson? My friend whose parents were brutal -- or ME, when my parents treated me like a rational being?
So glad you lucked out with having mature parents. Spanking is so often disguised as being done for the good of the child. All that it is is removing your frustration on a defenceless child. Funny how it suddenly stops when the child grows up enough where the parent knows they won’t stand for anymore and will most likely hit back. It’s not like this child suddenly started behaving… It’s just that they grew up and the parents didn’t feel safe enough to spank them anymore.
I'm a white girl, from an upper class family, and my parents never laid a hand on me, physically. But, my dad is pretty old-fashioned, in that he think he's the "man of the house". Ironically, it's my mother who is the "bread winner". Though he's never hit me or my sisters, sometimes, the psychological pressure can be very... confusing/unnerving. Living in constant fear that he COULD hit you, or flip out on you, emotionally, is exhausting. Ironically, I would only get scared at night-time, when everything was calm. Like, my heart would be pounding in my chest, and I'd ball up my fists around my blankets, and I'd have this HUGE fear he'd just barge in and start beating me up, shouting "WHY are you such a failure?! WHY can't you do better?! What's WRONG with you?!" But, it would never happen... I don't live with my parents anymore, but learned that I have symptoms of BiPolar Disorder. And, seeing as my Dad has never opened up or talked about ANYTHING in his life (the loss of HIS Dad and OLDER BROTHER dying when he was little), not talking about girlfriends or relationships he was in {and out of} growing up, or how he met my mother, whether or not he loves her, it's kind-of like he's not really THERE at all... I can't speak for everyone, but, at least, in MY world, growing up, successes/rewards for correct behavior MAY be acknowledged, but, more often than not, get overlooked. So, even, if you got, like, 3 As and a C, on your report card, you tend to only focus on the failure, instead of the three OTHER successes.
Your experience is very similar to what I went through as a child. I had a sleeping problem as a child. The constant fear of suddenly being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night, being yelled and screamed at and never really knowing why, and what you did wrong this time. It's like you are constantly in a dilemma: Whatever you do is wrong or not enough. Mom was the main bread winner, Dad was the boss ,like the king and we are the servant . It's like you are a hamster running in your wheel, but no matter how fast, how good, how perfect you run, you never reach your goal because it is never good enough. I have read some interesting theories about this. When children grow up in constant fear, they constantly have a high adrenalin level. Adrenalin is responsible for our ' fight or flight' response. It makes you alert , awake, your heart beats faster, your muscles tense up , you are ready to flee or fight . It's important for our survival when we are in a danger, but it is very unhealthy if we are in this state 24 hours due to cicumstances that we as children had to live in. Children deserve to be loved the way they are, no matter if they are good or bad in math , have good grades or average grades, are good at sports or not....... A healthy ,happy child has a balanced adrenalin and serotinin level in their brain. The serotonin now, is responsible for our feelings of calm, relaxed and feeling happy.Obvious if the adrenalin is constant high, the serotonin is low , not in balance . No wonder, we feel nervous ,stressed and unhappy. No wonder we have panic attacks and depressions , constant fear........ This also causes kids to have low self esteem and a low sense of self worth. How could we have a good self esteem, if everything we do is never good enough. It rather gives one the constant feeling od inadequacy , of beeing a failure, not good for nothing. Have a nice day 💖
Psychological pressure can be very heavy duty. Hope you’re feeling better now, more in your center and in control. ❤️ Don’t pass on the same “pressure environment” to your children. Break the karmic heritage :-)
@@Alpha-Andromeda It's never to late to have a happy childhood. All the happy childhood stuff I missed in my family as a child , I experienced with my child raising her. We do not have to repeat the mistakes of our parents! I am ok just the way I am with my strength and weaknesses, just like everybody else. My child does not have to be perfect, does not have to be a brain surgeon or a super model. Every child deserves to be loved unconditional. Our job as parents, is to love, provide, nurture , protect , guide and accept our children .
When they said beat your kids, they never said just randomly beat your kids. When your kids did something bad, then that’s when you ask them what, why, and how that happened? I grew up in a household that we get beaten when we do naughty and bad stuff. I grew up just fine and that experience was such a good childhood story today 😂😂😂 but of course, it’s different from everyone’s
Depends what kind of white. Italian parents let you know when the beat is coming...they don’t even need to say anything...as soon as you see them bite their knuckle, it’s time to run! 😂
Man like even if American parents beat you its usually just them my elder brother lit a fire on a stable by accident and he got beating not just by his whole family random people on the street started beating him
@@VKing1025 yea no kidding he was playing with matchsticks and accident lit a fire and got scared so he dropped the match and came to the house and said like I was playing with the matchstick and my aunt knew what he did exactly and the got water and called services
I reme.ber watching this waaay back in like Middle School. This is a super old skit by Russell. I'm 30 now lol. My friends and I found this a week after we got whoopings for sneaking into a chatroom and lying about it 😂😂
My cousin was meek and obedient and did well when she started school, but had many chores at home, cleaning and the big vegetable garden and the cooking and caring for the younger children.. One day when she was 7 the teacher patted her on the back and my cousin flinched. The teacher looked down her neck under the t shirt, took her to the principal, they found solid bloody bruises and lash marks from neck to ankles from the vacuum cleaner cord my aunt whipped her with when my cousin couldn't move the heavy armchair to vacuum under it.( In the kitchen she hit her with whatever metal utensil came to hand. in the garden, a stick or the metal hand shovel.) Then they called her brother out of first grade and examined him. No one talked to my cousins about where to go for help, no one called my aunt and she continued to abuse the children till they were in high school. Hitting a child is no joke, saying you saw heaven is no joke, being afraid of getting beaten to death for 23 minutes is no joke, NOTHING about hurting a smaller, weaker child is a joke. Why are you laughing?
I remember ending up with a B in geography with 12 As in grade 4 and still got pressured by my father. And not to mention ending up with a 92 in my home language and still ending up crying because of all the scolding I got.
Same here! My father wanted to see only straught A on our report card. Nothing else ! So, having one B meant a beating and no praise for all the rest of the As. Having 2 Bs meant a beating and 6 month house arrest (no playing outside) to better the grades. I used to look out the window and see the neighbor kids playing and running, while I had to do endless extra homework until it was time to go to bed. To my father playing was a waste of time. Children should never play, they should either be studying or working( in the family bussiness). Rough times growing up!
An only child, I grew surrounded by nothing but adults in an unusual environment with a Jewish Mom and Pentecostal missionary father. We traveled the country, then the world. I learned early how to be a Nomad, a citizen of the world in a world of adults, and learned how to be alone. I went to probably 15 different schools over the course of my young life, some of them were private and rather unusual; for instance I went to a Mennonite school for awhile, and a school that held some classes in a cemetery. Yeah, it was truly an education. 😂 But it also made me lose all of the intimidation factor that some kids can have on other kids. I became “un-peer pressurable” 😂, and emotionally and intellectually mature light years ahead of my contemporary peers. I had a horde of friends in the last school I went to and stayed at. Many were much older than me. When I was 13, my boyfriend was 16. And I was the mature one. 😂 the way I was raised forced me to grow up way before my time. But it also made me very secure in myself. And I think it was kind of that self assuredness that drew people towards me and I to them. I truly was above it all and thought more like an adult than my average peer. If someone was being bullied or mistreated, I’d ask them to hang with us and offer them protection in numbers and friends. I didn’t give a crap what any ahole thought about me and that kind of rubbed off on my friends and we all eventually shared a kind of rare, teenage self assuredness in who we were. And together we ruled that school. 😂. I was a true individual, and wanted to be, and that seemed to resonate with those who felt maligned by the prior status quo. I had already learned how to be my own person and comfortable in my own skin before some kids even learned how to ride their bikes. My parents never put that high a price on grades. It was all about how intelligent you were based on actual knowledge and the capacity to observe and absorb knowledge, kindness and doing good and being fair and honest, treating others like you want to be treated, the issues in our world including famine and poverty, how well read you were, the arts and music (my father played drums and had been a session musician for bands in the 60’s and 70’s like Jefferson Airplane, Mamas and Papas and Deep Purple, my mom sang and played piano, my uncle was an artist painter and my Grandmother had been an opera singer-music and art mattered in my house) that you pursued what your soul stirred in you and your higher calling not just to make money (my soul called to music and singing and playing piano, writing long form stories and I even finished writing my first novella when I was 10, and rescuing, caring for and protecting animals) and your actual intellectual processing capabilities. My parents where strange. For instance I was never allowed to believe in Santa because I was always told the truth that there wasn’t one. And preached to about God. Always about God. 🙄 there were good things there too. But it all kind of of robbed me of a childhood because from like age 9 I was pretty much taking care of myself and had no siblings no nothing. Just me and my pets. I grew up fast. Way to fast. Tested out of high school at 16 and graduated, lived as an emancipated minor and was on my own from then on. I went to and paid my way through college, eventually graduating with a masters in social work. But I did it all on my own. It made me strong, a warrior, old before my time, and I practically had no real childhood. But I’m thankful to my parents also, because they made me who I am. Which is someone very capable, who fears little, and strives for justice and equality as well as running a small non profit cat rescue out of my own home. If not for my unorthodox upbringing, I may not possess the strengths that I grew to embrace. And in that way I’m eternally thankful to them.
@@muhammadawaissarwari2405 no one is forcing anyone to read it….and no one forced you to use your own time to respond to it just so you could be passive aggressive with an obligatory eye roll and spread negativity 🙄 that’s all on you. 😂
My dad used to beat us too when we do something wrong But we are more afraid of our own mother when she's mad cause she won't hurt us physically but instead she'll hurt us mentally and emotionally 😅
my Arab friend threatened his dad to call the cops when i was at his house when we were kids, dad told him to call the cops and an ambulance, actually 2 ambulances one for him and the other for the cops, lmaoo. now he's a neuro surgeon.
See, the point is to give your kids a little fear of their actions but not so much that you overdo it. It's just to make them understand the responsibility and consequences they are eventually going to face throughout their life. If they can't deal with simple things they're not ready for the world which is much more complicated, all you have to do is discipline them enough to make them realise so you don't have to necessarily beat them but if they are a case like for example say Ryan, then it becomes a necessity
I don't know I mean I'm Italian and Lebanese and yet I'm considered white however I can easily say everything you said for the Indian family holds true in my world as well. Sounds like it's more like the Indians are living in the American 1950s that's the last time that Americans were normal . My parents were both born here and I still got to beat him with the strap and The Wooden Spoon so yeah I don't think it's just Asian people versus white
Italian and Lebanese are not really white, you are still considered ethnic and immigrants in the west, True whites are only Northern European countries
Yep. My Mom was born in Puerto Rico. She didn't play for real. This was sooo funny because it's real. My sister saw a commercial that said if you're a kid that is abused call this number. So she told my Mom one day when she was going to get it, "I'm calling child protective services on you if you hit me." Mom said, "Go right ahead. There's the phone." We all love our Mom. She did a great job raising us and even though my sister and I don't hit our kids, we support our Mom because she raised us the best she could.
I'm White and Native American. My Dad was a 1st generation American. Spankings happened. And in the South, where I spent over half of my life, a kid would be paddled at school for not saying, "Yes m'am" or "No, sir". Parents definitely expected to hear it!
My mom always said,”a hard head made a soft ass”. She would beat the brakes off of me with whatever she got her hands on… extension cord, fan belt, can goods, etc… I walk upright to this day because of her. Hell, I was more afraid of her than my dad! Rip momma!
An Indian father said he would burn his young daughter alive in front of the relatives if she disobeyed him He was a lawyer in India. We should all watch that documentary.
in Russia my classmates used to get a belt or a hose from a washing machine regularly, but when they became adults they were not offended by their parents and respected them very much 😂
The purpose of corporal punishment is two goals. 1) to use it to the point of embarrassment and humiliation of the child in front of peers but not for the sake of pain alone. 2) to have it as a real threat so the child realizes they have control over what happens to them or doesn't happen to them next. So if you are just yelling and slapping your kid because they are playing loud or sleeping in then you are an awful human. And the other end of it if you are letting your child control what they want to do and not holding them accountable for respecting your rules or for being disrespectful to teachers or abusing their peers then you are just as bad as the single mom who slaps their child for sticking his tongue out at her in an innocent moment of sass.
Some go strong with this beating bt some like me suffer from long time depression coz of this i am scare to be myself with others, i am scare to tell others my feelings , low self esteem n hard to trust others
My wife is Punjabi. She has employed her shoe on all of our kids. She once threatened me with it. I told her I might like it and then she would be in trouble... Any rate, I now know why China hasn't tried invading India/Pakistan recently. Their military would be reinforced with millions of angry moms armed with shoes!!
I grew up in a foster home and the foster was a Mennonite and her husband was a WWII vet, Dad was amazing, the foster parent didn't believe in sparing the rod. I became her favorite whipping boy and she'd beat me even when she knew someone else erred in their ways. My head was used as a battering ram on the door jam a number of times, I comforted my big sister one time and I nearly paid with my life had Dad not punched her in the face, Oh you want to hug your sister! Then she grabbed me in a bear hug and squeezed so hard I lost consciousness and woke up in the living room. The first night in that home I was crying for my natural Dad/I call him Pops and secondly I was hurting from when the cop ripped me out of my Pop's arms at around 0.00hrs to 01.00hrs, I was five and barely spoke English. They found out I could speak Heiltsuk, Nu7lhalk and Chinook really good. I'm a high functioning autistic. So apparently while the social worker and cops were still in the house she had been telling me to be quiet, but I didn't really understand what she was saying, I lay facing the wall because I didn't want people staring at me when suddenly I felt stinging on the right side of my face, then I was floating across the room, she was growling something to me when I landed and slid on the floor and put the boots to me and again I was floating across the room and landed back on my assigned bed. As she left the room she said that now I have something to cry about. I had forgotten about it until my brother told me before he went home to Creator and a few other stories that my big sister later collaborated. When she took me to the master bedroom for a spanking I had to drop my pants and my underwear, then she'd start with ten lashes with one of Dad's leather belts and if I made a noise she added another ten and again if I made a noise I got another ten. Keep in mind autistic people can't handle things the way a normal kid does, so my reaction to that stimulant was to scream and holler so I'd end up getting thirty lashes. Sorry I got triggered by your skit. I'll let y'all go now, I've been trying to work on a book but all to often I get worked up writing. Watch for 17, In captivity ! Or POW the sixties scoop
Me: "That's child abuse! I'm gonna call the police! "
My grandma: "Well, get over here. If I'm going to jail I'm gonna make it count."
😂😂😂 I miss my grandma🥺
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My mom use to tell me if I called DHS she would give me something to report 🤣 she also once packed a bag for me when I threatened to run away from home. My mom was a gangster and I love her for it. Best mom in the world.
thats hllarious!! she had a great sense of humor lool
Laaawd was she Jamaican? Lol
@@crymars5890 That's hilarious! Finish the story. How did the running away turn out?
He is NOT lying about Jamaican parents, I can attest to that! 😂😂😂😂😂🇯🇲
now imagine Jamaica would be known for alcohol abuse instead of herbs
Well he grew up among Jamaicans and his best friend too is Jamaican
He said in one show
Marlin is this best friend name
My daddy had a little Western Island blood in him and it seems like the faster I ran from a whipping in the 60’s, the longer that belt grew.
@@BL-no7jp 🤣🤣🤣 I know right
My Dad could be a football field away, if I back talked him he would find the belt and make it across the distance with seconds to spare. He would answer all honest concerns with a solid explanation and no punishment but being rude to him was putting my life in mortal peril. Still miss that man to this day.
Sorry for your loss
@@iambeloved496 Thank you.
Good for you and your Dad. Both of my parents had no problem applying a belt to my behind and legs when I misbehaved. They Never drew blood but it only took a few of those punishments and I quickly learned Right from Wrong.
A lot of parents don’t want to punish their children nowadays. That’s not going to work out for the kids when they eventually grow up and they get into big trouble and they don’t understand Why.
Speaking of the belt. My Dad would hold one end of the belt to the other and pop/snap it before giving you a few pops. I still hate belts. It didn't kill me and I loved him till he died. He just wanted me to get along in life and not act like an idiot in front of others. Belts got to go though!
@@lonewave1 No wonder I took my belt off in grade 12 wanting to flog a bully.
This is the first time I’ve seen this guy… he’s so hilarious 😂 hilarious
Me too, so funny
He is funny. This is an early performance for him {Russell Peterson}-I've not seen him this young. He has lots of UA-cam if you're interested.
Russell Peters one of the earlier pioneers of standup comedy, he was killing it for 2004/2005. This was a long ass time ago and imagine how funny this was.
Black parents have perfected the art of disciplining children. My parents used to do stretching exercises before whipping our behinds LoL.
We were somewhat scared of the police, but, we were even more scared of what my Dad would do if he found out. Mom was tough too. Don't kill your kids but do put some fear in them, it'll work out better for them. This guy is funny. I just happen to bump into this routine and was laughing like crazy!
"... don't kill them..."...but DO make them THINK you will. 🤣🤣🤣
I did call the police on my Mama after a spanking. Deputy showed up, talked to my Mama and then took my young ass in the garage and whupped me like an unloved yard dog.
@@1mongorock May I ask if you were raised in the land of the Second Place flag?
@@neillist5517 Huh?
@Indian Empire Disagree!
my greek parents weren’t strict but you’re right… if we fucked up… it was hell fire 😂
you turned out very beautiful and stunning so your parents did an amazing job raising you.
I love how he always exaggerates a Chinese person's accent. Very funny.
You so right about Jamaican parents.
Facts.
I had the same experience
with afew of my white friends.
My 🇩🇴Dominican parents made sure
They taught me Respect and disciple
All my life Now I teach my kids that
(Respect Deserves Respect)
La chancla hahaha
Saludos 🇩🇴
Bring back memories. My mom was from Georgia and I’m from up north, so I had that Southern upbringing. Somehow, that shoe came flying round the corner. It was so quick, I didn’t have time to cry. I miss her so much. 💕
My dad wrote an entire song for my brother as a kid.
The chorus went “I can tell from the way that you looking it’s been a while since your last whooping, you need a ass whooping.”
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Emotional song with hints of underlying pain
@@pkskyw it even rhymes to boot!
As a kid I remember doing bad in geography and my parents were pressuring me to do better. I remember when it got too much I shouted “I want to be a hairdresser” and not go to school😭 I saw heaven that day, it was my parents against me lol. Years later here I am now a senior doing bio in college lol. And the plot twist: I don’t like going to the hairdresser 🤣
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Respect to your parents.
Pretty toxic if you ask me
Uh what type of comment is that
"let me get you the phone, tough guy" hahahahaha
My father was Hungarian and was in the military there even. The accent was quite similar and boy, did he love to use his leather belt!! My mother used the wooden or METAL spoon as well, if we got out of line. But her temper was much worse. We got hit for not making the salad before she got home. We refused sometimes, said "we're going on strike today." That's all it took for her. When she did get home, we'd barricade up in our rooms. We knew we were going to get it. Funny what she would say though: "You little shits better make that fucking salad before I get home.... Oh no, okay I am going to get the wooden spoon out." Or: "I have spoiled you guys rotten!!" Yeah, little shits was one of her fave terms for us. Now this was in the 80s mind you. She was white and from Ohio and did NOT play.
😂Lots of Hungarians in Ohio! I love Hungarians.
My mom was raised in the South and made us ( "go cut a switch")!!!!! Cutting your own switch was the first part of the punishment. Secondly, you had to watch her 'peel' the switch so that it is extra stingy. It left raised welts wherever you were hit. Seems to be a Southern thing....my Northern friend never heard of it.😂😂😂
My asian mom was so good in throwing her slippers at us when we did something wrong. Our dad doesnt spank, he would just give me that look and we know we are in trouble. Now I am a mom myself. I spanked my son when he was young whenever he did something wrong. One day he dropped a bowl of soup and made a big mess. I got mad, he looked at me, crying in fear and said, “mommy im sorry i wont do it again, please dont hit me.” I felt terrible for instilling such fear on my little boy. From then on, I never spanked my son. I just talk to him making him understand why he needs to make good choices. I raise my voice sometimes. He’s 27 now, responsible and respectful man, never gave me problems.
Getting beaten up as a kid helps
@@that_dam_baka Not really.
I'm very glad you changed. I'm 34 and still resentful of my mother's twenty-year reign of abuse as it made me a very scared, angry, and almost equally as violent person. ✌️🫶
@@PinkCakesandTea Exactly what I say. Parents who 'discipline' like this can really f**k up a kid for life. It's really nothing to make jokes about. Hopefully I can break the cycle. I wish healing for you too.
@@kennethwayne6857 For sure! Thanks so much! Best of luck. 🌹🍀
BOY , HE WRAPPED THAT UP PERFECT ! 🤣😂🤣
My parents never hit me - they didn't need to. My dad had "the dad voice." When you heard it, that's all that was needed.
My grandfather had that voice and also the arm squeeze to get the point across. To remind the children that the motto of the house is, "Yes mother."
Same. I never got hit, but at the same time I was never sure that it wouldnt happen 😄
Damn Russell is funny, absolute top shelf comedy that was lmfao
Loved every minute of it. Can't wait to watch it live show next time :-)
Watched this vid like 6 times today love it I showed all off my friends they loved it too 😂😂😂
You and your friends need to ask yourselves why sadism is so entertaining to you.
First time I've seen this guy, but it won't be the last!! Fantastic!
This man is hilarious 🤣
Heyy this guy is really hilarious 😂😂😂
I remember when my Mom or Dad took a Belt to my behind or upper legs. That’s when I discovered that I could actually walk on Air trying to get away from the Belt!!!!!!!
"You've got a room." 🤣🤣🤣
My Dad has never hit me or even yelled at me, he would just call my nick name slowly with sort of angry voice and I would just be like 'I am fucked'😂😂
If my first, middle, and last names were all used in a certain cadence, I would start sweating blood.
@@dgeneeknapp3168 mine was “zak! You better get your fuckin ass over here now!” 😂😂
@@bluepower1177 sounds like the folks had a real way with a phrase 🤣.
My dad was a sweet soft and tender man. He never raised his hand on us. He would only patiently taught us a better way. I miss his love and tenderness everyday.
Ha... I use to tell my kids to "come here I am going to spank you!" And they'd be "but why Pops?" I'd tease them saying "some day you're do something to get into trouble and I "want to deal with it now. Get ahead of the game. I might be too busy to deal with it later."
People wouldn't treat animals the way they treat their kids. It's sick. When I was about ten, a friend of mine and I were playing on the ice on the local river, and a neighbour saw us and told our parents. When my friend got home, he got the belt, as "punishment".
When I got home, my parents said, "NEVER do that! You could fall right through into the icy water. And what if you found yourself stuck UNDER the ice so you couldn't find the opening, and you'd be TRAPPED under it while you drowned!" I thought, "Oh YIKES! I'll never do THAT again!"
Which one of us learned a better lesson? My friend whose parents were brutal -- or ME, when my parents treated me like a rational being?
So glad you lucked out with having mature parents. Spanking is so often disguised as being done for the good of the child. All that it is is removing your frustration on a defenceless child. Funny how it suddenly stops when the child grows up enough where the parent knows they won’t stand for anymore and will most likely hit back. It’s not like this child suddenly started behaving… It’s just that they grew up and the parents didn’t feel safe enough to spank them anymore.
I have immigrant parents and they weren't strict at all. I had a lovely childhood.
I'm a white girl, from an upper class family, and my parents never laid a hand on me, physically. But, my dad is pretty old-fashioned, in that he think he's the "man of the house". Ironically, it's my mother who is the "bread winner". Though he's never hit me or my sisters, sometimes, the psychological pressure can be very... confusing/unnerving. Living in constant fear that he COULD hit you, or flip out on you, emotionally, is exhausting.
Ironically, I would only get scared at night-time, when everything was calm. Like, my heart would be pounding in my chest, and I'd ball up my fists around my blankets, and I'd have this HUGE fear he'd just barge in and start beating me up, shouting "WHY are you such a failure?! WHY can't you do better?! What's WRONG with you?!" But, it would never happen...
I don't live with my parents anymore, but learned that I have symptoms of BiPolar Disorder. And, seeing as my Dad has never opened up or talked about ANYTHING in his life (the loss of HIS Dad and OLDER BROTHER dying when he was little), not talking about girlfriends or relationships he was in {and out of} growing up, or how he met my mother, whether or not he loves her, it's kind-of like he's not really THERE at all...
I can't speak for everyone, but, at least, in MY world, growing up, successes/rewards for correct behavior MAY be acknowledged, but, more often than not, get overlooked. So, even, if you got, like, 3 As and a C, on your report card, you tend to only focus on the failure, instead of the three OTHER successes.
Your experience is very similar to what I went through as a child. I had a sleeping problem as a child. The constant fear of suddenly being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night, being yelled and screamed at and never really knowing why, and what you did wrong this time. It's like you are constantly in a dilemma: Whatever you do is wrong or not enough.
Mom was the main bread winner, Dad was the boss ,like the king and we are the servant . It's like you are a hamster running in your wheel, but no matter how fast, how good, how perfect you run, you never reach your goal because it is never good enough.
I have read some interesting theories about this. When children grow up in constant fear, they constantly have a high adrenalin level. Adrenalin is responsible for our ' fight or flight' response. It makes you alert , awake, your heart beats faster, your muscles tense up , you are ready to flee or fight . It's important for our survival when we are in a danger, but it is very unhealthy if we are in this state 24 hours due to cicumstances that we as children had to live in. Children deserve to be loved the way they are, no matter if they are good or bad in math , have good grades or average grades, are good at sports or not.......
A healthy ,happy child has a balanced adrenalin and serotinin level in their brain. The serotonin now, is responsible for our feelings of calm, relaxed and feeling happy.Obvious if the adrenalin is constant high, the serotonin is low , not in balance . No wonder, we feel nervous ,stressed and unhappy. No wonder we have panic attacks and depressions , constant fear........
This also causes kids to have low self esteem and a low sense of self worth. How could we have a good self esteem, if everything we do is never good enough. It rather gives one the constant feeling od inadequacy , of beeing a failure, not good for nothing.
Have a nice day 💖
Psychological pressure can be very heavy duty. Hope you’re feeling better now, more in your center and in control. ❤️ Don’t pass on the same “pressure environment” to your children. Break the karmic heritage :-)
@@Alpha-Andromeda It's never to late to have a happy childhood. All the happy childhood stuff I missed in my family as a child , I experienced with my child raising her. We do not have to repeat the mistakes of our parents! I am ok just the way I am with my strength and weaknesses, just like everybody else. My child does not have to be perfect, does not have to be a brain surgeon or a super model. Every child deserves to be loved unconditional. Our job as parents, is to love, provide, nurture , protect , guide and accept our children .
I'm old enough that I remember being afraid to misbehave ANYWHERE because any adult had permission to spank me.
Allowing other adults to physically discipline your children is going a little too far.
Yes I grew up and my parents were very strict and we got hidings quite regularly 🤭
When they said beat your kids, they never said just randomly beat your kids. When your kids did something bad, then that’s when you ask them what, why, and how that happened? I grew up in a household that we get beaten when we do naughty and bad stuff. I grew up just fine and that experience was such a good childhood story today 😂😂😂 but of course, it’s different from everyone’s
Depends what kind of white. Italian parents let you know when the beat is coming...they don’t even need to say anything...as soon as you see them bite their knuckle, it’s time to run! 😂
True. I think he's referring to the WASP kinda white.
This is to the point 🤣🤣
I've seen this several times, but it just don't get old. Lol.
Man like even if American parents beat you its usually just them my elder brother lit a fire on a stable by accident and he got beating not just by his whole family random people on the street started beating him
Damnn😂 a whole stable?
@@VKing1025 yea no kidding he was playing with matchsticks and accident lit a fire and got scared so he dropped the match and came to the house and said like I was playing with the matchstick and my aunt knew what he did exactly and the got water and called services
Huge difference between his old shows and the new ones. The old ones are really funny, the new ones are just picking on audience and make fun of them.
This so true! im a 55yo white guy and I didn't fear my parents, but I feared my other friends parents!
Indians are the most 🙏 respectful people in the world
I reme.ber watching this waaay back in like Middle School. This is a super old skit by Russell. I'm 30 now lol.
My friends and I found this a week after we got whoopings for sneaking into a chatroom and lying about it 😂😂
My cousin was meek and obedient and did well when she started school, but had many chores at home, cleaning and the big vegetable garden and the cooking and caring for the younger children.. One day when she was 7 the teacher patted her on the back and my cousin flinched. The teacher looked down her neck under the t shirt, took her to the principal, they found solid bloody bruises and lash marks from neck to ankles from the vacuum cleaner cord my aunt whipped her with when my cousin couldn't move the heavy armchair to vacuum under it.( In the kitchen she hit her with whatever metal utensil came to hand. in the garden, a stick or the metal hand shovel.) Then they called her brother out of first grade and examined him. No one talked to my cousins about where to go for help, no one called my aunt and she continued to abuse the children till they were in high school. Hitting a child is no joke, saying you saw heaven is no joke, being afraid of getting beaten to death for 23 minutes is no joke, NOTHING about hurting a smaller, weaker child is a joke. Why are you laughing?
That was pure abuse of the children. What kind an aunt was that? With such evil heart.
I remember ending up with a B in geography with 12 As in grade 4 and still got pressured by my father. And not to mention ending up with a 92 in my home language and still ending up crying because of all the scolding I got.
aww : ( i'm so sorry that happened to you
Same here! My father wanted to see only straught A on our report card. Nothing else ! So, having one B meant a beating and no praise for all the rest of the As. Having 2 Bs meant a beating and 6 month house arrest (no playing outside) to better the grades. I used to look out the window and see the neighbor kids playing and running, while I had to do endless extra homework until it was time to go to bed. To my father playing was a waste of time. Children should never play, they should either be studying or working( in the family bussiness).
Rough times growing up!
Everything he said is 100% absolutely true!!!!!
100%
MAY WE ASIANS AND OTHER PEOPLES BE KIND TO EACH OTHER IN THIS LIFE AND IN ETERNAL LIFE ALWAYS.
Or just go back
Yes we will
Thanks for the laugh but can relate as i am an Asian. You know what ? All that whopping really made us stronger and so polite.
You've got a room😮 always gets me😂
An only child, I grew surrounded by nothing but adults in an unusual environment with a Jewish Mom and Pentecostal missionary father. We traveled the country, then the world. I learned early how to be a Nomad, a citizen of the world in a world of adults, and learned how to be alone. I went to probably 15 different schools over the course of my young life, some of them were private and rather unusual; for instance I went to a Mennonite school for awhile, and a school that held some classes in a cemetery. Yeah, it was truly an education. 😂 But it also made me lose all of the intimidation factor that some kids can have on other kids. I became “un-peer pressurable” 😂, and emotionally and intellectually mature light years ahead of my contemporary peers. I had a horde of friends in the last school I went to and stayed at. Many were much older than me. When I was 13, my boyfriend was 16. And I was the mature one. 😂 the way I was raised forced me to grow up way before my time. But it also made me very secure in myself. And I think it was kind of that self assuredness that drew people towards me and I to them. I truly was above it all and thought more like an adult than my average peer. If someone was being bullied or mistreated, I’d ask them to hang with us and offer them protection in numbers and friends. I didn’t give a crap what any ahole thought about me and that kind of rubbed off on my friends and we all eventually shared a kind of rare, teenage self assuredness in who we were. And together we ruled that school. 😂. I was a true individual, and wanted to be, and that seemed to resonate with those who felt maligned by the prior status quo. I had already learned how to be my own person and comfortable in my own skin before some kids even learned how to ride their bikes.
My parents never put that high a price on grades. It was all about how intelligent you were based on actual knowledge and the capacity to observe and absorb knowledge, kindness and doing good and being fair and honest, treating others like you want to be treated, the issues in our world including famine and poverty, how well read you were, the arts and music (my father played drums and had been a session musician for bands in the 60’s and 70’s like Jefferson Airplane, Mamas and Papas and Deep Purple, my mom sang and played piano, my uncle was an artist painter and my Grandmother had been an opera singer-music and art mattered in my house) that you pursued what your soul stirred in you and your higher calling not just to make money (my soul called to music and singing and playing piano, writing long form stories and I even finished writing my first novella when I was 10, and rescuing, caring for and protecting animals) and your actual intellectual processing capabilities.
My parents where strange. For instance I was never allowed to believe in Santa because I was always told the truth that there wasn’t one. And preached to about God. Always about God. 🙄 there were good things there too. But it all kind of of robbed me of a childhood because from like age 9 I was pretty much taking care of myself and had no siblings no nothing. Just me and my pets. I grew up fast. Way to fast. Tested out of high school at 16 and graduated, lived as an emancipated minor and was on my own from then on. I went to and paid my way through college, eventually graduating with a masters in social work. But I did it all on my own. It made me strong, a warrior, old before my time, and I practically had no real childhood. But I’m thankful to my parents also, because they made me who I am. Which is someone very capable, who fears little, and strives for justice and equality as well as running a small non profit cat rescue out of my own home.
If not for my unorthodox upbringing, I may not possess the strengths that I grew to embrace. And in that way I’m eternally thankful to them.
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🙄 I don’t think you wrote enough
@@muhammadawaissarwari2405 no one is forcing anyone to read it….and no one forced you to use your own time to respond to it just so you could be passive aggressive with an obligatory eye roll and spread negativity 🙄 that’s all on you. 😂
@@muhammadawaissarwari2405 🤣🤣🤣
Holy fucking shit. TL;DR
I'm white and my mom used a belt on me, for stupid things. That's one thing I never did to my kids....not necessary.
So true I am Croatian and my brother and I got our behinds handed to us. My mom threw apples at us and shoes 😂🤣
I'm white and you're funny man ,,
My dad used to beat us too when we do something wrong
But we are more afraid of our own mother when she's mad cause she won't hurt us physically but instead she'll hurt us mentally and emotionally 😅
SGGAHRB ! At least he got a warning ! My Italian parents ambushed me. I got it GANGLAND style.
He's Dead On with all of them😂
My dad used to tell me "Just wait till we get home"...man my night was over after that comment. lol
Theres only one race..that's the human race, we must love and be loved. We must stop the groups and factions, and come together as a people.
Lolol You sound White 🤣....I love being Black.. I'm glad I live in a country where we're all different..
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Man this guy is hilarious
Kids control their parents in Canada. Especially the Indian kids.
Kalyug
my Arab friend threatened his dad to call the cops when i was at his house when we were kids, dad told him to call the cops and an ambulance, actually 2 ambulances one for him and the other for the cops, lmaoo. now he's a neuro surgeon.
This is comical. Not actual beating kids up to be mean . To all the “ softies “ out there on this thread having heart attacks about this comedian 🙄
African American here. I got the living s--- beat out of me even if I thought too loud.
Don’t worry Indian parents didn’t corner the market on hitting their kids ,it was an art form for Southern Italians .
Omg he's so hilarious 😂
His chinese is hillarious
This guy used to perform under another name but I can't recall it.
Notice how the audience is laughing prematurely before the punch lines?.
So he was technically the first uncle Roger 1:40
See, the point is to give your kids a little fear of their actions but not so much that you overdo it. It's just to make them understand the responsibility and consequences they are eventually going to face throughout their life. If they can't deal with simple things they're not ready for the world which is much more complicated, all you have to do is discipline them enough to make them realise so you don't have to necessarily beat them but if they are a case like for example say Ryan, then it becomes a necessity
Immigrant parents would give an ass whooping so hard you’ll be at the hospital for weeks 😭
Russell Peters is hilarious.
So accurate 🤣🇯🇲🇯🇲
Same for Greek parents, we had 🧹🧹🧹 🥄🥄🥄 flipflops ... An the 👀👀👀 😆.
Hilarious! New fan and subscriber right here. 👋🏻
I got the wooden spoon, on a regular basis
haahahaha another fantastic hilarious clip by Russel Peters. Wish he would perform in Europe so I could see him live!
I don't know I mean I'm Italian and Lebanese and yet I'm considered white however I can easily say everything you said for the Indian family holds true in my world as well. Sounds like it's more like the Indians are living in the American 1950s that's the last time that Americans were normal . My parents were both born here and I still got to beat him with the strap and The Wooden Spoon so yeah I don't think it's just Asian people versus white
Italian and Lebanese are not really white, you are still considered ethnic and immigrants in the west, True whites are only Northern European countries
Alright, that was the funniest shit I've ever heard.
Excellent execution and great learning experience for any budding comedians.
Yep. My Mom was born in Puerto Rico. She didn't play for real. This was sooo funny because it's real. My sister saw a commercial that said if you're a kid that is abused call this number. So she told my Mom one day when she was going to get it, "I'm calling child protective services on you if you hit me." Mom said, "Go right ahead. There's the phone." We all love our Mom. She did a great job raising us and even though my sister and I don't hit our kids, we support our Mom because she raised us the best she could.
I'm White and Native American. My Dad was a 1st generation American. Spankings happened. And in the South, where I spent over half of my life, a kid would be paddled at school for not saying, "Yes m'am" or "No, sir". Parents definitely expected to hear it!
This is Rusell Peters - Somebody Gonna Get Hurt Real Bad
When I saw a child get slapped, the poor parent ended up with their arm behind their back ....courtesy of "ME"..
I thought he said someone's gonna get a hurt liver the first time.
My mom always said,”a hard head made a soft ass”. She would beat the brakes off of me with whatever she got her hands on… extension cord, fan belt, can goods, etc… I walk upright to this day because of her. Hell, I was more afraid of her than my dad! Rip momma!
I remember this one. A throwback. Lol
An Indian father said he would burn his young daughter alive in front of the relatives if she disobeyed him He was a lawyer in India. We should all watch that documentary.
It do be like that here. I think the practice is still prevalent in village areas in the north side
i see some aries spears in this clip.. white parents vs black parents
Yeah but Aries wasn’t dumb enough to take the white kid’s advise.
in Russia my classmates used to get a belt or a hose from a washing machine regularly, but when they became adults they were not offended by their parents and respected them very much 😂
One of my favorite comedians.
Nowadays when the kids get angry their parents have them do breathing techniques and squeezing stress balls and time out is too much trauma
The purpose of corporal punishment is two goals. 1) to use it to the point of embarrassment and humiliation of the child in front of peers but not for the sake of pain alone. 2) to have it as a real threat so the child realizes they have control over what happens to them or doesn't happen to them next.
So if you are just yelling and slapping your kid because they are playing loud or sleeping in then you are an awful human. And the other end of it if you are letting your child control what they want to do and not holding them accountable for respecting your rules or for being disrespectful to teachers or abusing their peers then you are just as bad as the single mom who slaps their child for sticking his tongue out at her in an innocent moment of sass.
Some go strong with this beating bt some like me suffer from long time depression coz of this i am scare to be myself with others, i am scare to tell others my feelings , low self esteem n hard to trust others
This is from when Russell was really funny.
The title is weird. Indian in a nationality and White is a race...
My wife is Punjabi. She has employed her shoe on all of our kids. She once threatened me with it. I told her I might like it and then she would be in trouble...
Any rate, I now know why China hasn't tried invading India/Pakistan recently. Their military would be reinforced with millions of angry moms armed with shoes!!
@@baloo212 We have been married almost 19 years. She knows I have fetishes...
My canadian parents werent soft on me believe me i was a 80s kid
What was even worse than parents were the nuns. The nuns weren't worried about leaving red marks and welts.
>Canadian humour
Bloody funny man.
I grew up in a foster home and the foster was a Mennonite and her husband was a WWII vet, Dad was amazing, the foster parent didn't believe in sparing the rod. I became her favorite whipping boy and she'd beat me even when she knew someone else erred in their ways. My head was used as a battering ram on the door jam a number of times, I comforted my big sister one time and I nearly paid with my life had Dad not punched her in the face,
Oh you want to hug your sister! Then she grabbed me in a bear hug and squeezed so hard I lost consciousness and woke up in the living room. The first night in that home I was crying for my natural Dad/I call him Pops and secondly I was hurting from when the cop ripped me out of my Pop's arms at around 0.00hrs to 01.00hrs, I was five and barely spoke English. They found out I could speak Heiltsuk, Nu7lhalk and Chinook really good. I'm a high functioning autistic. So apparently while the social worker and cops were still in the house she had been telling me to be quiet, but I didn't really understand what she was saying, I lay facing the wall because I didn't want people staring at me when suddenly I felt stinging on the right side of my face, then I was floating across the room, she was growling something to me when I landed and slid on the floor and put the boots to me and again I was floating across the room and landed back on my assigned bed. As she left the room she said that now I have something to cry about. I had forgotten about it until my brother told me before he went home to Creator and a few other stories that my big sister later collaborated. When she took me to the master bedroom for a spanking I had to drop my pants and my underwear, then she'd start with ten lashes with one of Dad's leather belts and if I made a noise she added another ten and again if I made a noise I got another ten. Keep in mind autistic people can't handle things the way a normal kid does, so my reaction to that stimulant was to scream and holler so I'd end up getting thirty lashes. Sorry I got triggered by your skit. I'll let y'all go now, I've been trying to work on a book but all to often I get worked up writing. Watch for
17, In captivity !
Or
POW the sixties scoop
oh George I'm so sorry...she must be a psychopath
That's putting it lightly