In February 1991, Aquila Legis neophyte Lenny Villa was beaten so badly during the fraternity’s initiation rites that it resulted in his death.
On December 6, 1994, University of the Philippines (UP) student Dennis Venturina, a member of Sigma Rho, was attacked by armed men, and beaten so badly he fell comatose; shortly after, he died. The armed men were members of Scintilla Juris, a rival fraternity.
On August 16, 1998, Alexander Icasiano, a neophyte of the Alpha Phi Beta fraternity, was beaten so badly during initiation rites, that it resulted in his death.
On February 19, 1999, UP student Nino Calinao was shot and killed in broad daylight, in what was believed to be a frat-related payback. Unfortunately, Calinao was not even a member of a frat; he was simply at the wrong place and time, standing close to the frat’s tambayan when he was shot.
Just two weeks ago, UP student Chris Mendez died from what was believed to be hazing-related injuries. Sigma Rho, the fraternity believed to be responsible, has yet to claim responsibility for his death.
Sadly, these are just the more prominent cases; the number of victims stemming from fraternity-related violence, whether injurious or fatal, is myriad. It is a bleak picture of our society, wherein such violence is not only tolerated, but even encouraged.
What is it about our culture that causes young men, with their whole life still ahead of them, to submit themselves to be beaten and hazed to the point of death? What is it about all-male groups, that violent treatment, whether mental or physical is the norm for being accepted into the group?
For some, it is the need to belong. For students who come from the province, or those who were loners in high school, joining a frat gives them an instant niche in college. There will be people who will make them feel welcome, and they don’t have to grope about blindly going through college life. Surely this is worth a little pain?
For the pragmatic, joining a frat offers “connections” that they can make use of when they graduate from college. Many frat alumni occupy positions of power in our society, and “brods” of these alumni will be able to find it easier getting jobs when they leave college behind. Also, when the fratman gets into trouble, he can count on his powerful “brods” to shield him, as is the case of Chris Mendez; no Sigma Rhoan is coming forward with information about the case, despite the fact that it was clear that Mendez was to be initiated the weekend he was killed. Surely this is worth a little pain?
It is not. Is it worth dying for? I’m sure that none of these neophytes think that they will die from trying to join the frat, but the evidence is there in the cold bodies of Villa, Icasiano, and now Mendez, lying in the ground.
Even non-fraternal organizations are exempt from such treatment of their applicants. When I was in college, I joined one of the more prominent Catholic orgs. There, the members went under the label of “men” and “ladies”, while the applicants were called “boys” and “girls.”
The “men” took the “boys” under their wing, and subjected them to what the “men” called “sessions”. What these “sessions” were supposed to do was to gauge the applicant’s willingness to be part of the org, but what they really were, were opportunities for the “men” to practice mental torture on the “boys”. I was the batch head of the applicants, and I was one of the first to be “sessioned.”
I remember being blindfolded, and being taunted and pushed around so harshly that I found myself hyperventilating; I remember that they had to stop for a while so I could slow down my breathing. I remember the taunts, and the harsh questions, as if I were a prisoner being interrogated. And I remember trying to make sense of it all, and I couldn’t. This was a Catholic organization, so why the brutal scare tactics? I was thankful when the ordeal was over.
Later on that year, I was told that there was to be a “final session.” I knew that I didn’t want to be part of that session, but, as batch head, I felt that I was compelled to do so; I didn’t want to let my batchmates down. So I joined the final session. But I was telling myself that I would do my utmost best to injure the first one who tried to lay a finger on me.
At first, it was a big game of hide and seek all over the UP campus. When we were finally caught, back went on the blindfolds and into a car I was placed.
While I was in the car, one of the members, a royal pain in the ass, roughly asked me a question. When I didn’t answer, that was when he tried to take me by the front of my shirt, and part of my neck in the bargain. That, subsequently, was when I took his wrist with both hands and tried to twist off his hand; I was that angry. Fortunately, for both of us, the other members had cooler heads and quickly separated us. Still, going through the final session soured my time in the org, and I limited myself to working with the org choir.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t even close to an actual fraternity initiation; I didn’t have the physical bruises of one who was paddled. But mental torture is just as bad as physical violence, and, for some, the wounds take longer to heal. And it was a while before I could be civil with those who subjected me to such an ordeal.
This was coming from a Catholic organization no less. Up to now, I cannot understand why such a mechanism should be in place; maybe some of the “men” were fratmen themselves, and could only consider those who had gone through a modicum of hazing as one of them. I can only imagine what it must be like being a fraternity neophyte; it would be a lot worse.
It seems that whenever Filipino males band together, there is a primitive urge to have applicants run the gauntlet of violence in order to be considered one of them, a brother in arms. But we are no longer living in primitive times, and, these fraternities cannot move forward and leave behind their culture of violence, then maybe it’s best to follow what Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago says, and simply abolish these blights on our society.