"Torture" Experienced by One of My Brothers to Join the Letterman's Club in High School

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Hazing is the use of unpleasant experiences to cause a reaction or test the subjects of the hazing to see if they are worthy of something desirable. It's common throughout all societies in a variety of forms. In the USA about once or twice a year some kid in college dies from hazing that went too far when "pledging" to try and get into a fraternity. What the Iraqi prisoners went through was hazing, not torture, PERIOD! Torture is what THEY do to our remarkable volunteer service people who put their lives on the line for our Freedom every day they put on a uniform.

To illustrate how STUPID this incident has become let me tell you about the hazing ("Torture" if you are a USA Democrap or newsmedia left-wing extremist) that one of my brothers had done to him when he joined the Letterman Club, Avalon High School, California. Also I'll tell you what happened to one of the most decent friends I've ever had as well.

My brother lettered in basketball and he wanted to join the club for the sporty jocks. For a week they made him do things like wear a can tied with string around his neck. He had to run around town, wearing make-up and ask for donations into his can. Another time after confiscating his money they filled the can with horse shit and made him attend class with that around his neck. He was forced to eat Geraniums, do tons of exercises and await what had been planned for his "Hell Night": the last night of initiation. On Hell Night he first had to eat a tablespoon of Alum then run around the high school track with a Mackeral in his mouth. Then the next morning Saturday the initiates had to cook steak breakfasts for their initiators while the initiators had my brother and the others eat dog food for breakfast.

My brother then the next year had his chance to initiate the next bunch of guys that wanted to join. One of my closest friends named Bill was in that group. Bill was a terrific guy who I ran with preparing for the 3 mile distance run I later lettered in myself. Bill's experience at the hands of my brother and his lame brained jock buddies convinced me I didn't need to join a club of high school assholes.

Bill had to put on and wear women's clothes and run around town, again with the can of shit around his neck. He had to dress in a suit another time and slide in that suit down a muddy hillside along with over a dozen guys who subjected themselves to that ridicule. Another keen project Bill and the others experienced was pretty unique in my experience. One of my big brother's loony friends caught a bunch of sharks, gutted them, and stored the guts in barrels for a few days to ripen. These shark guts were spread over the slope with our school letter "A". Bill and the others had to go to this slope shortly after and pull all the weeds on the slope so the letter "A" again was proudly revealed. Nobody called the school nurse about the possibility that this stunt could have spread disease either. The guys just washed their hands off with the hose at the school. The smell of the shark guts lingered on them for a couple more days however.

Bill was blindfolded and led into the school's bathroom and had to reach into a toilet and squeeze bananas, all the while thinking it was shit in his hand. On Hell Night he had to stand in a ditch while my brother's friends poured soured milk over Bill's head and later forced him to brush his teeth with anchovy paste. He then experienced a night of Hell which left him unable to attend school for a few days. Here's why; the guys initiating Bill handed him a bunch of crushed Jalapeno Chili Peppers and made him rub them all over his scrotum before doing all his exercising and stunts. His scrotum swelled to the size of a grapefruit and got bright red. Bill had to be attended by the town doctor for this injury done by our high school classmates. Nobody sued anybody, but to add insult to injury, the Letterman club was disbanded for a quarter and Bill couldn't join until nearly the next year. Bill was a gentleman and didn't force his pledges to do anything nearly as horrible as what he experienced. Bill later left the jock's club because he didn't have much in common with them.

These events happened in high school in 1967 and 1968 and I remember them very clearly. It was fun to watch the antics, but nobody observed the "Hell Nights" and none of the initiates were supposed to talk about it. These things were considered "Rights of Passage" into a desirable club where you got to go around in the Letterman Club jacket with your letter on it.

I defy anybody to tell me that what was done to the Iraqi prisoners of war Autumn/Winter of 2003 even slightly approached what was done to my brother and one of my close friends.

Here's something the Left-Wing Extremist Demoncraps and Media Assholes can do to experience some real torture:
EAT MY SHORTS!