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I dare you to read the grand jury report about the hazing death of a 19-year-old Penn State student without getting ill.
Read it without your stomach turning at the lack of humanity shown Timothy Piazza, who slowly died from head injuries and internal bleeding as his fraternity brothers mostly went on a booze-fueled night.
Read it without being sickened by the warped show of “brotherhood” that allowed fraternity members to justify doing little to help another person but who then put self-preservation above loyalty.
Read it without screaming!
I’ve read the horrific 65-page grand-jury report and mostly I want to get in the faces of every single one of Piazza’s pathetic frat bros and scream the words that his father, Jim, repeated during a news conference after charges were filed against 18 Beta Theta Pi fraternity members, and the fraternity, in the February death of his son.
“This didn’t have to happen.”
At so many points in hours between 10:45 p.m. Feb. 2 when a drunk Piazza fell down the steps at the frat house and 10:48 a.m. Feb. 3 when an ambulance was finally called there were countless times where this tragedy could have taken a different turn, and ended with Piazza alive.
Just two days after he arrived at the Beta house for pledge activities, Piazza died at Hershey Medical Center.
What if someone had called for help the first time Piazza fell down stairs during a booze-filled hazing ceremony?
What if instead of putting a backpack full of textbooks on him so she didn’t roll over and choke on his own vomit, someone called medical professionals?
What if instead of slapping him, throwing water on him, and documenting his deterioration on Snapchat, the members of the fraternity exerted just a sliver of that effort by calling 911? In Pennsylvania, “medical amnesty” allows people to help an underage drinker without getting in trouble with the law. Penn State has a policy where students who act responsibly by notifying the appropriate authorities typically won’t face university disciplinary action. They are required to attend a mandatory alcohol educational program, but the $250 fee is waived.
What if one frat brother – one! – out of who knows how many who were in the house at the time – did the right thing.
I’m trying hard not to be overly harsh on Kordel Davis, the fraternity brother who was shoved into a wall by another bro after screaming at them to get help, especially when you consider the example adults much older than he at the same college showed during the Penn State child sex abuse scandal.
I am trying to appreciate how hard it must be to go against a group that you’re desperately trying to belong to, to speak up when you’re struggling to find your place– especially when that group is full of alpha males drunk on power and crazy amounts of alcohol in a frat that absurdly presented itself as dry.
Piazza and other pledges were ordered to run a gauntlet of drinking stations at the party that night. A doctor found that Piazza’s blood alcohol content was between 0.28 and 0.36 when fell first fell down the steps. That’s between three and four times the legal limit for driving in Pennsylvania
A young man is dead. No one gets points for almost doing the right thing.
In a deleted text from a frat brother that was recovered, one member wrote, “If need be, just tell them what I told you guys, found him behind [a bar] the next morning at around 10 a.m., and he was freezing-cold, but we decided to call 911 instantly, because the kid’s health was paramount.”
“The kid’s health was paramount.”
Of all the things that sicken me about this case, that sentence, which clearly shows that these weren’t just some good kids who made a bad decision, might make me sickest of all.
The kid was supposed to be your brother.
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