“Burning Sands”, A Great Netflix Movie That Depicts Fraternity Hazing Quite Well

Hazing has often been used as a rite of passage tool for membership into many organizations throughout history, especially Greek fraternities and sororities. And although it’s definitely diminished in recent years due to increased regulations being instituted on many college campuses, hazing still goes on underground and “Burning Sands” is a great Netflix movie that depicts this quite well.

“Burning Sands” primarily revolves around the life of a pledge named Zurich (Trevor Jackson) who’s desperately trying to overcome that which his father never accomplished, that being to become a member of a black fraternity named “Lambda Lambda Phi.” The film begins during the final week of pledging, which for all purposes is called Hell Week, and showcases how Zurich’s academic and personal life get totally thrown to the side during it. Instead, his world becomes one where he allows himself to regularly be humiliated, degraded, taunted, paddled, and disciplined again and again, by a number of already initiated brothers, all for the sake of achieving his dream to become a Lambda Lambda Phi.

Watching “Burning Sands” reminded me so much of a life I lived 25 years ago when I myself pledged a fraternity. While I may not have gone through any physical beatings during any of that process, I did experience an incredible amount of mental and emotional torture that often led me to profusely cry. Having weekly line-ups in severely overheated rooms, sometimes for as long as three hours, where my pledge class had to answer trivia questions about initiated brothers, and being screamed at when we didn’t know the answers, was probably the hardest hazing I ever went through. But add in a night where I had to drink the quantities of a bunch of shot glasses where the contents were unknown and another where I had to consume a six-pack of warm beer as fast as I could, throwing up profusely over and over again in the process, made for some hellish hazing memories I’ll never forget. Yet through it all, I wanted to become a brother so bad that I was willing to do just about anything, just like my friend did who got his arm broken during his pledging process of another fraternity, most likely from paddling, yet continued forward till he finally became a brother.

That’s how come I could relate so much to why Zurich allowed himself to endure what he did in his own pledging process in “Burning Sands”. You see, by the time an individual gets to the final week of pledging, their mind tends to become willing to do just about anything to cross over and become a brother. But sadly, as I reflected on this movie and on my own pledging process, I realized that hazing is not only incredibly dangerous and potentially deadly, it’s also something that only continues to live on because those who get hazed only become the hazers once they get in, attempting to enact their “revenge” on those pledging next, thus becoming a vicious cycle that never ends.

Thankfully, my fraternity isn’t one of them anymore, as they put an end to it some time ago. Gone are all hazing tactics, which were replaced by a pledge process that involves much healthier principles to shape a person into a future brother. Unfortunately, that’s not the case with many other fraternities, sororities, and other organizations though who still buy into the idea that hazing is ok and just a part of the rite of passage. Hence why there is always at least one death each year on a college campus somewhere due to this practice and it’s usually where alcohol was consumed to toxic levels. And there are many other hazing tools as well that are just as deadly, none of which ever really help a pledge become a better person or a better brother.

And it should be mentioned as well, that another reason why hazing, like in “Burning Sands”, continues to live on is because of the fear that’s instilled into pledges along the way. Fear that scares a person so much that they are afraid to tell anyone what they’re going through, just like what a person experiences in an abusive relationship from their abuser.

So, while I became willing to do whatever it took, including living in constant fear, just as Zurich did in “Burning Sands”, simply to become a brother, it was truly an eye-opening experience to watch this Netflix film and be reminded quite well of why hazing needs to be completely done away before any more injuries, PTSD, or deaths ever occur.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

A Great Reminder Why I Don’t Like To Gamble…

Gambling is not something that has ever gone over so well in the Dawson household. Neither my father when he was alive, nor myself, have ever been able to do any type of gambling for sheer fun. Usually it was just the opposite, which is why I continue to avoid walking into casinos or any other gambling type of establishments these days, because I know once in them, I’m on a mission to obtain something that really is never going to be obtained there and I had a great reminder of that recently at my partner’s company’s summer outing.

There, we were given $250 of play money when we arrived that could be used in the gaming tent that was filled with real blackjack, craps, and roulette tables and authentic dealers. The goal was to make as much money as one could, where the winnings could “purchase” raffle tickets for prizes to be given away at the end of the day.

I decided it would be harmless to use some of the play money and gamble a little so my partner initially gave me $50. We plopped down at a blackjack table and like always, when I used to gamble, I started out modestly with $5 and occasionally $10 bets. But as soon as I got my first blackjack, I began taking greater risks and within 15 minutes I had lost all of that $50 and had to ask for more of that play money from my partner. Ten minutes later, I had lost another $25.

Even though it was just play money, I still felt lousy as I walked away from that table, convinced that if I had sat down at another one, I would have fared far better in my winnings, or rather losings in this case. As we walked out of the gaming tent, my partner still had $100 left of that play money that on some level, was eating more of a hole in my pocket then him.

It was then I found myself craving sweets and caffeine and although I don’t consume caffeinated beverages anymore, I still do enjoy my sweets, so I grabbed myself a bomb pop from the complimentary ice cream cart and quickly gulped it down like I was still on a mission to obtain something.

Only a half hour would pass before I finally convinced my partner we needed to return to the gaming tent and try another table, assuring him that things would be different this time. Fifteen minutes later I had lost another $50 of that play money. While my partner continued to enjoy placing a few more bets, I opted to head to the bathroom feeling nothing but shame, even though I hadn’t lost a single penny of my own money. As I waited for a port-o-potty to become available, I suddenly remembered my father standing in front of a game of chance at a local carnival some three decades earlier.

There, he attempted to win this prize for me and kept spending one $20 bill after another to obtain something that was probably worth no more than $5. Eventually, the guy in charge of the game just gave my father the prize out of pity for him and we left with my father feeling heated and very angry. I could totally relate, as I continued to stand there waiting to pee.

You see, gambling for my father and I was never truly about obtaining that “prize”, whether it was money or a stuffed animal or anything else. Rather, it was always about obtaining something that would fill the emptiness we felt within, that hole in the soul, which is honestly how all addictions are born in someone.

But gambling, nor any other substance of an addiction, will ever fill that hole. It will also never obtain that which I truly seek in life, which is feeling God’s joy and peace within. Those two things can never be won through a slot machine, a blackjack table, a bottle of booze, a needle filled with heroin, a quick roll in the hay with a stranger, or anything else that creates a temporary high.

So, I’m actually thankful I lost that $125 of play money, because I know if I had doubled or tripled it, or won even greater than that, I probably would have done my best to convince my partner we needed to immediately head to one of the local casinos to see if I could repeat my good fortune, and that alone is why this was such a greater reminder of why I don’t like to gamble…

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson