Today in class we saw part of a documentary on Patrick Henry School, an elite school that turns awkward homeschooled Midwestern kids into Power Brokers for Christ
Every kid featured had the affect of every closeted queer kid I’ve ever seen
I want nothing more than to head down there with my crop-top and lead them astray
That’s the same as Patrick Henry College?
An acquaintance of mine went there. (He got better.)
It’s a super-conservative private college, so you’d expect certain stereotypes. Indoctrination into The One And Only Political Truth, strict codes of conduct with attendant enforcement problems, whatever. If the usual stereotypes happen to be true here, they’re expected and therefore less interesting.
Less expectedly, they have a proud school tradition that, when a young man announces his engagement (as often happens among young people of their denominations), his peers tie him to the flagpole and beat him with sticks.
Are these, like, twigs? A sort of symbolic “Haha, we’re “beating” you with “sticks””? Nope, says [name redacted], it’s honest-to-apparently-God baseball-bat sized weaponry. Injuries happen.
Another person asks why this tradition didn’t get burned to the ground as soon as security saw it. Answer: they do it after five p.m., when the faculty and staff are gone and everyone present including campus security is a student. [cue shocked gasps from everyone who hasn’t been surrounded by people assuming that’s normal]
And then someone who was tragically not me comes up with “During the day, it’s Liberty. But at night, it’s death.”