IFC correct in voting to keep AEPi off campus
MIT surely is full of surprises! First there was the fact that anybody from my family actually got in. I remember the dazed expressions of wonder I saw on faces of parents from all over the world that fall when we came to see our son off on this unexpected and certainly up-scale venture.
Then there was the fact that our son, the teetotalling Quaker, had decided to live in a fraternity house! Oh, well, it was after all the house MIT had put him up in when he had come up to check the place out. It must be good, right?
Right! And that was the other surprise. Spending some time around the place and realizing that though the "Animal House" stereotype might be alive and well someplace, that place wasn't this particular house, I decided perhaps the wholesome atmosphere might be a result of this group's being founded by Jewish men way back when. Having grown up in a Jewish community, I liked this theory.
"And look!" I told myself. "It's as cosmopolitan and hard-working a bunch as could have been found in our old '60s coops back at Oberlin. What a wonderful time we're living in!" I told myself. For a while, anyway.
"But these are the 1990s!" I shouted when our son called to describe his interview with one of the elders of his fraternity bent on making the house a better place to live.
"Shouldn't we be talking about my attitude toward insurance violations?" our kid had finally asked the man who was interviewing him.
Oh, life at MIT has been full of surprises, all right, and not all of them are terrific. My rosy view of how far our culture has come since I was a kid is neither the only nor the greatest casualty of the Alpha Epsilon Pi mess, but I do miss it.
So you can imagine how I felt when I heard that the Interfraternity Council had voted not to let the national back on campus for a while. Not that that's going to make any difference, it seems, but hooray for them anyway! Not because they're vindictive but because they have a stronger sense of right and wrong than some of their elders. Good for you, kids!
Dee Birch Cameron