Ten years ago, I was hard at work writing my first book, The Divine Nine, when I began wondering: What are the real life stages of Black Greek life? How do you look at Black Greekdom from when you’re first initiated until you’re old and jaundiced?
So I jotted down a few amusing anecdotes, and sent it to the National Pan Hellenic Council list serve for their enjoyment. I then watched as my piece mutated into infinite versions, all hitting my email without my name on the byline.
Anyway, I dug up my original piece and decided to do an update. So here’s a humorous look at The Real Life Stages of Black Greekdom, from the point of view of your average Black Greek. Enjoy!
Year One to Year Five
I am the most hardcore member to ever enter my organization. No one pledged harder over those four weeks, loved their organization more, or repped it with more passion than me. I am down for my brothers/sisters and they’re down for me. No one should even think about dissing my organization because I take anything said very seriously.
And when it comes to paraphernalia, no one has more than me. I make it a point to wear Greek letters everyday. My car has a license plate, back window sticker, and a flag with my orgs letters. My house? A shrine to my organization.
And I travel. Man, do I travel. If there’s a step show or picnic in my area, and when I mean area, I mean within one thousand miles of my house, I am there. I’ll step and stroll at the drop of a dime, chant with the best of them, and will diss other orgs for being weak versions of my organization. I pity them.
By the way, did I mention that I pledged harder than anyone else over four weeks?
Year Five to Year Ten