i saw the grass on both sides of the fence, and neither side was green. clearly the hazed are victims of hazing culture, but sometimes so are the hazers.
in part one i shared about my experiences as a rookie, a newbie, a pledge and the insecurities i faced around proving myself and the pressure of building a community around me. those same insecurities led both to my being hazed and to my becoming a hazer.
when i was given the opportunity to welcome a little sister to the sorority, i made no connection between my own fear of exclusion and her participation in the very same hazing activities. i was so focused on myself and my own fear of exclusion that i simply didn't have the capacity to worry about her fears too.
i didn't protect her like i should have. like someone should have protected me.
it's taken me some time to process everything intellectually digested earlier this month at the novak institute for hazing prevention. mostly, it made me want to tell my story...
we often talk about those hazed as the victims of hazing, but they aren't the only victims. sure, there are some sociopaths out there who truly enjoy being the hazers. but i would argue (even though i have no data to back up my claims) that the majority of hazers would quit if someone would simply stand up to say "enough is enough".
i imagine that most hazers are like i was - simply doing what everyone else was doing. if my friends were hazing their little sisters, then i should be too - right? if my friends were laughing at the pranks, then i should be too - right? wrong. but i was too weak to stand up to it.
heck, i was so self-absorbed that i don't know that i ever knew what we were doing was wrong. remember - it was all done in jest and no one was holding a gun to anyone's head. certainly we weren't hazing.
but we were. i know that now. and you know what, i think on some level - conscious or not - i knew it then too. because i kept it a secret. and you don't keep secret anything that is good and pure.
here's where i start to answer some of the questions i'm sure you're asking yourselves:
1. where were the adults? where were the people who were mature enough to know that what we were doing was wrong and help us change our ways?
our advisors were very much in the dark, or so i have to assume. they are all such incredible women who truly embody the values of the organization. they are bright, loving, intelligent, caring, simply incredible women who have the best intentions for our chapter and the organization as a whole. i believe that if they knew what was going on then they would have brought an end to it immediately. (unlike the 25% of students who report coaches/advisors being present for hazing activities and 25% who report alumni being present.)
as for the faculty and staff. well, when you want to keep something a secret you can do a pretty good job of it. and we knew how to keep secrets. that's what fraternities and sororities are supposed to do, right? we keep secrets. (although according to a national study, 25% of hazing activities occur in public spaces right on campus.) clearly my view of fraternity/sorority was warped if i thought that keeping secrets was one of the main characteristics of the organization.
if you would have asked staff or faculty about my chapter, i'm sure they would have shared that we were leaders on campus, top in grades, involved in a variety of campus activities and other organizations. they would have told you that we embodied the values of our fraternity. because in so much that we did, we really did represent what fraternity is supposed to be about.
besides, although west virginia's anti-hazing law went into effect in 1995, hazing wasn't as much of a hot topic as it is today. it was still very much accepted as a common practice for welcoming new members to any organization (fraternal or other). in my unscientific opinion, if you look at the history of large hazing cases, 2004 is when they really start rolling in and when the public starts to really pay attention.2. weren't you a christian education major in college?
ironically, yes, i was majoring in christian ed throughout this entire time. during the day i studied religious texts and crafted delicate prayers. then in the evenings i participated in hazing activities.
i will never forget my senior year, when i was chosen to perform a highly revered act of scaring the new members just before initiation. in years past, (like my pledge semester) seniors would come back to the room where new members waited to be initiated to yell and scream at them with fierce rage. i chose another approach. i somberly expressed my outright disappointment in them as a pledge class and that we weren't quite sure that they were ready to be initiated. (although we didn't have a name for it, i've heard other organizations call this the "fake out".) basically the point was to make the new members think that they had done something so wrong that they would no longer be initiated (my pledge class had a motto: "it's all fun and games until someone doesn't get initiated.") then surprise them with going through with initiation and showing them that it was all just a silly joke.
fast forward a few years and you will find me as a university student development professional in my office with a student who is beside himself because i told him that i was disappointed by his actions. you know where my mind took me in that moment? to that pre-initiation conversation my senior year of college. i was right - quietly expressing disappointment is more effective than outright rage any day. i was right, but i wasn't proud of it.
just like i'm not proud of the fact that i could so easily compartmentalize my life in college. it's not that i was ever faking who i was, i simply viewed each part of my life completely independently. i never saw the correlation between the ideals of my faith and the values of my fraternity. or at least, i never saw them in the same way when it came to how i treated new members. i would have screamed blasphemy if someone were to ruin the sanctity of worship the way i ruined the sanctity of that initiation ceremony so many years ago.
all of this to say - i have no excuse for the dichotomy between my academic studies and those particular fraternity activities. i can offer nothing but a sincere apology. because i am truly sorry.3. which is worse: being hazed or becoming the hazer?
i wouldn't dare answer this question for anyone other than myself, but for me becoming the hazer has had more persistent effects than being hazed.
i shared some of the ways that being hazed continues to affect me in part one. more than my insecurities around new situations or missing out, though, is the guilt and the shame of having hazed others. it isn't who i am. it isn't what i believe in. it isn't who i believe my fraternity to be.
because she deserves better.
those new members deserved better.
lastly, i deserved better.
the values of my fraternity center around sisterhood, scholarship and service. we are there for one another. we value well-rounded womanhood. we are values driven. we inspire the woman. we are impacting the world. what did any of those hazing activities have to do with the values of the organization? they didn't. i believe in those values of my fraternity. i only wish my actions proved that.in my work with college students over the years, i once talked with a woman who explained the following new member activity to me: she described an evening where new members knelt in a line, blindfolded, as seniors and alumni yelled and screamed at them and other members stomped on the floor and beat the walls for added effect. all of this build up was for a special surprise. once the yelling was over, she felt fabric covering her head and she pictured what she had heard in the news and seen in movies where bags are placed over new members' faces and they are beaten. luckily, about ten seconds later she and her friends were allowed to take off their blindfolds only to realize that the fabric being placed over their faces were their first official t-shirts for the organization. as the members in the room clapped and cheered, she couldn't help but feel relief and laugh at herself for being so scared.
my response: "but those ten seconds matter."
i think about the hazing i endured and the hazing i dealt out. i never thought about those ten seconds. did anyone think about how the women felt when we stuck them in the trunks of cars or the emotional damage it would do to someone with claustrophobia? did anyone think about how the women felt when we took them to fraternity houses to be mocked by men twice their size or how it might injure someone who has experienced abuse either first hand or in watching their parents? did anyone think about how the women felt when we encouraged them to steal items from pledge brothers and fraternity houses or how it might feed the addiction of a kleptomaniac? we didn't. or if we did, we didn't say anything. and if we said anything, we didn't say it loud enough.
those ten seconds matter.
today, i pray for the women i hazed to forgive me. today, i seek forgiveness of myself. today, i work to ensure that no student ever has to experience the lifelong repercussions of being the hazed or the hazer.
because i believe in the power of fraternity to change lives. i believe that fraternity can be the perfect catalyst for incredible creativity, powerful thinking and transformational leadership. i believe in the fraternal movement and hazing has no place in the movement i stand for.
i am a product of hazing.
and i aim to help put an end to it.
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