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Pledging a brother, not intaking a "paper brother."

by Diverse Staff , July 11, 2007

The following story allegedly took place on a public historically Black college campus in Maryland last year. Because the tradition of pledging has been officially replaced by the National Pan-Hellenic Council with a "Membership Intake Process," all forms of hazing have prohibited. The author signed a document promising not to be involved in any pledging activities. To avoid sanctions, he asked that his name not be given. The author is currently working on a master's degree. Although the name Gamma Delta is used, it is not the real of the fraternity chapter involved.

I swing my paddle a few times, testing the air in this cramped basement. To the boy bent over in front of me, this place is a dungeon. I check his position, buttocks out, eyes forward, fist straight, trembling. Perfect. I ready my swing -- up the paddle goes, hovers in the air, gathering power as it slices down, striking his butt. The air cracks. A shock passes up my arm and I know I gave a good stroke.

The pledge winces as the pain spreads, needles of pain, nerves shrieking, raised and trembling, on fire. I send him back to his place in line, where he stands at attention with his eight brother pledges or line brothers.

Occasionally a fraternity brother of my chapter calls a boy out, usually the one who occupies the same place in line he had when he pledged. I was fifth from the front: Five was my number, so I must guide the new number Five now. I call him out again, tell him to recite the information: the history of the fraternity, the founders' names, how they lived and died and when, the philosophy of the fraternity -- all the knowledge that I gave him, he must give back to me, quickly, without a mistake. He does a good job so I toss him back into line.

I walk over to The Dean of Pledges as, frowning, he appraises them. "Do they look neat to you?" he asks.

"Tight enough," I say. "But what do I know?"

"What do you know?" we ask the pledges.

As a unit, they tell us the history. One of them stumbles, but the group tries to go on, hoping we didn't catch it.

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