The other members of the Pi Kappa Alpha frat are denying that this is the case because, well, I imagine that the fear of being charged with ass-raping one of one’s brothers with rubber tubing and booze is probably more terrifying than just about anything that these guys can imagine. I mean, people might think they’re gay, never mind the fact that people might also think that they’re sadists. And the student in question is denying it as well, despite the overwhelming physical evidence that supports the alcohol enema theory.
In university sanctioned organizations based upon a principle of exclusion, young men are allowed free reign to enact behavior that is racist, sexist, and homophobic, and only when that behavior endangers the life of one of their own are sanctions enacted, and those sanctions, public and embarrassing as they are, are temporary slaps on the wrist for men who graduate and become upstanding members of society. So what of the misogyny, homophobia, and racism of their past? Surely that’s just college behavior, right?
It's the operating principle of Greek organizations that if you're in, then you're better than all those smucks who weren't given a bid; if you're a woman in a sorority, that means that you're prettier and more charming than all those other poor women out there. If you're a man in a fraternity, then you are an alpha male, the epitome of all that is lionized in your culture. You're on top, and, as Matthew B. Ruby and Steven J. Heine note, "in North America, manhood is still considered a precarious state, easily lost and requiring constant validation" (450). To stay on top requires adherence to and enactment of the narrative that other people are beneath you -- and they need to be kept there. It's the nature of group-think that is fostered and thrives by virtue of this exclusivity that enables behavior that, when it slips past the carefully guarded and secretive perimeter of the Greek system, makes the rest of us cry out for sanctions. Or get up in arms about alcohol abuse on college campuses. Or whatever other right minded but completely misguided solution we think might keep this kind of nonsense from happening again.
OK, so before you call me out as some feminazi out to demonize the Greek system, know that I was one its members, a sister in a sorority for one full year before I de-sistered. I had the highest GPA of any sister in my sorority the year that I belonged, and I have the plaque to prove it, so: Back. Right. Off.
Joining a sorority may very well be the sole thing in my life that I unequivocally regret, the singular act that I know I should have known better than to undertake, and I hate myself for not paying better attention to that consistent and resounding voice – the part of me that I now know is my self – that told me it was bullshit, a way to buy into to my status as something less than human, a “target,” a trophy for some guy's mantle, a nameless cunt. But I can also be thankful for the lessons that the experience taught me, particularly that I'm never going to be willing to be anybody's bitch.