I’m No Slimy WOG!
November 27th, 2008 – By Richard Okelberry - On November 23rd the Herald Journal in Logan, Utah along with several other media outlets reported that it was believed that Michael Stark a freshman at USU and Sigma Nu died from alcohol poisoning as part of an apparent hazing ritual. While the story has yet to be corroborated by a single eye witness, I want to use this opportunity to discuss hazing in general.
What I am about to say will certainly be unpopular and I doubt that I will find a single ally on this issue but I completely support hazing and believe it should be decriminalized. Current Utah State statutes provide severe penalties for hazing ranging from a Misdemeanor to even a Felony depending on the severity and the outcome. I believe that such laws against hazing are an assault on personal freedoms. While I would never condone forced hazing, I believe that it should be a basic freedom for anyone to voluntarily submit themselves to hazing rituals.
Hazing rituals have been a part of society since before recorded history. Tribal man would often use hazing as it is used today to initiate their young men as warriors and equals in the tribe. We humans have done this since the dawn of civilization because it is the most effective way to establish comradery and because it allows its members to prove their strength and gain the respect of their fellow tribesmen. Even today, if it were not exempted by State Statute, the military could regularly be charged with hazing for use of current training techniques in boot camp.
My first experience with ritual hazing came during boot camp. While the long sessions of calisthenics and the relentless yelling by company commanders were certainly hazing, it was not until I committed my first and only infraction while serving in the military that I experienced a form of hazing directed specifically at me. Another recruit and I were called upon to escort a sick recruit to medical. Once there we had to wait to escort him back. Because our company had earned smoking privileges, the other escort and I stepped outside to have a smoke. Unfortunately, we didn’t realize that our hard fought privilege didn’t extend outside of the barracks and we were “written up” by another company commander. That day, the other escort and I after an extended period of yelling were assigned to stand at parade rest, midday for two hours during the middle of the summer in Orlando FL. So ritualized was this punishment, that footprints had been painted on the surface of the concrete so that we would know where to stand. While the experience was certainly grueling it taught me a valuable lesson. I would never again assume any privilege or order during my service in the military.
My next major experience with hazing came during what is known as the Shellback or Crossing the Line initiation. The Shellback initiation is a voluntary two day ritual that takes place when a ship crosses the equator. This initiation is not for the faint of heart and involves day long ordeals and challenges that include climbing through weeks of stored trash, being slapped on the back with cut pieces of fire hose and bobbing for items in a toilet filled with, among other things the puke of the Wogs that came before you. I say Wogs because prior to the initiation you are considered a slimy Wog (a Pollywog.) Once completed you graduate to the exalted position of Shellback. Few, even in the Navy get the opportunity to participate in this 19th century ritual because few cruses go below the equator.
So why would I submit myself to such a torturous event? Because I knew that never again would I have the opportunity to take part in one of the Navy’s oldest traditions. I knew that by taking part, I would emerge a changed man. I would be stronger and more capable of enduring the worst that life may have to offer. It was perhaps this experience that helped me stay optimistic when I first had to live in a wheelchair and was faced with years of surgeries and rehabilitation.
Now I look around and I see a society that is becoming largely devoid of those who are willing to take on such challenges willingly. We are told that we should put our kids in “non-competitive” sports where the score is never kept and everyone feels like a winner. Well, being a winner and being strong is not the same thing as simply believing you are. While there will always be those not willing to stand up to the most formidable challenges, our nation still needs those that are willing to do what it take and endure the most grueling of tests and challenges. We still need true warriors in our society not just a bunch of pacified pansies. That’s right, I said pansies.
This entire topic reminds me of a satirical essay I read once where the author conjectured that eventually we would become a society where everyone is encased in Styrofoam with electrodes connected to their brains. All communication would be filtered by a system that would ensure that no one’s feelings ever got hurt and the foam would ensure that we could never even accidentally bump into each other.
I would argue that we don’t need specific laws against hazing because we already have plenty of laws dictating proper conduct. In the case of the death of Michael Stark there should certainly be questions answered about whom provided this minor with alcohol and if it was sanction by the Fraternity or Sorority charges should be levied appropriately. But to add an addition charge of what amounts to peer pressure is completely ridiculous. As long as hazing rituals do not violate any other laws and as long as the participation is completely voluntary, I don’t believe the government has any right to interfere regardless of whose sensibilities are insulted.
I wonder what kind of lawyers and doctors we would have if we began applying laws against hazing to the way their professors educate them? After all, these two professions go through some of the hardest and most mentally tasking training of any profession. Any first year law student will tell you that to be called on in class by your professor after being overloaded with case studies can be one of the most intense forms of public humiliation. According to the law, entrance into an organization like the Bar should not be contingent on an applicant being able to withstand such humiliation. Would we all be safer if our doctors and military soldiers where handled with kid gloves and never been required to perform under intense pressure?
Now I know there are those who will attack me for what I’ve said and those that will apply their own version of peer pressure or public humiliation. There will be those who will attempt to haze me into compliance on this issue. To them I say; bring it on, I can take it! You see, I’m no slimy little Wog! I’m a SHELLBACK and proud of it!
The Fraternity of the Star Spangled Shellbacks
Know ye, that ……………….. on the ….. day of ….. , aboard ………….. appeared at the equator at Latitude …..° , Longitude …..° entering into Our Royal Domain, and having been inspected and found worthy by My Royal Staff and was initiated into the Solemn Mysteries of the Ancient Order of the Deep. I command my subjects to Honor and Respect him as one of our Trusty Shellbacks.
(Signed)
Davey Jones — His Royal Scribe
Neptunus Rex — Ruler of the Raging Main




