Frat brats
EVERY human being that walks on this planet has a good side and a bad side. The difference is in degree. Ergo, every member of a university fraternity has a good side and a bad side. The difference is in degree.From time to time we come across news stories that tell us about fraternity initiates who end up dead as a result of hazing, or being forced by their initiators to perform strenuous, humiliating, or even dangerous acts to prove their worth as potential members.
Of course, if they end up dead on arrival at a hospital, they no longer qualify as members, but get to have their names and photos (full of life and smiling) appear in newspapers and television screens.
The few who have perished at the hands of their killers--oops, sorry, frat members---did not die of loneliness or old age. They died because they were not made of steel, only flesh, which could not stand the bludgeoning and the clubbing at the hands of their masters, each of whom had assumed the personality of Mr. Hyde into which Dr. Jekyll's evil impulses had been channeled, thus the tendency to inflict bodily harm.
Imagine a blindfolded fraternity recruits being set upon by a group of tormentors, much like a pack of wolves ganging up on a hapless prey. Each succeeding whack from a wooden paddle/club heavier than the one before it, the club wielders getting a high from their acts of violence upon a fellow human being--and seemingly oblivious to the consequences of their act. Men had turned to beasts.
The beatings stopped only after the frat brats finally regained their senses, realizing too late that their victim had been reduced to, well, not a pulp really, but to a lifeless creature. They had become accessories to a crime of homicide (they had not meant to kill, after all).
And what was it all about in the first place?
