First of all, who the fuck am I to be talking about North Central College? Well, my story with NCC starts when I got out of prison, and wanted to go back to college, get a graduate degree, and finish law school.
The whole time I was in prison, the way I see it, unjustly convicted for murder in what was actually self defense, I made plans for when I got out. I already had a college degree from UIC in Chicago, and had started law school before prison. I figured a good way to ease back into society would be to take some college classes, maybe psychology, etc, and get a graduate degree, or two, and my JD. Show that, hey, that really was a wrongful conviction, I’m an honorable guy, and I just want to succeed. Plus, get back in the swing of things in a relaxed environment with educated, friendly people. Right?
I got an NCC catalog, and saw that they had a “Master’s of Leadership”, which included classes on social reform and how to implement reform through non-profit organizations. Great! Right up my alley after doing twenty plus years for no reason. I apply, and long story short, get completely fucked around by Pamela Monaco, Dean of Graduate Admissions at the College. Plus, some fuckhole named Kevin McCarthy sends me a really shitty letter claiming I attended classes without permission (false, I sat in on some classes with full instructor permission, never being told not to), AND telling me I’ll be arrested if I ever step foot on the campus again.
So, naturally, being a United States Marine and otherwise a guy who doesn’t take shit, especially from lying, cowardly assholes, I protest my treatment. I drive on public streets that run through the College, and as I’m immediately followed by the Campus Security, I photograph them. NCC Security calls the Naperville Police and they swarm me, yelling, and accuse me of trespassing. I wasn’t, everything I did was legal, so they have to let me go. But, some total piece of shit Naperville cop named Kamis sends an alert bulletin THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE STATE that I am super dangerous and blah, blah, blah. They also call my parole agent and I get months and months of strict house arrest. Nice.
So, I wait until a few days before I’m off parole, and then start passing out flyers right in front of the most popular area of campus that I can legally access, on the sidewalk in front of K-man, the dining hall. Naturally, the police are called multiple times, the campus security issues a bulletin (Do Not Approach. Call 911.), but nobody can do shit.
One significant thing that happened is that after a few days of protesting, a girl who is a student at NCC comes up to me and tells me that she really appreciates what I’m doing, BECAUSE she was sexually assaulted by a male student, a college athlete, and when she reported it to the College, they had a hearing, and determined that their athlete DID NOT commit sexual assault. After he got off, the athlete would make fun of her and taunt her whenever he saw her on campus. WHAT THE FUCK. She knows firsthand how the College treats people, and she sympathizes with me and what I’m saying.
I add her story to my protests, put it on my flyers (printouts of my Twitter). Because the mistreatment of human beings by North Central College is what the fuck I’m bitching about, and this is just another fucking example. Soon, I find out that she’s not the only one. There have been other girls who have complained to the College about being sexually assaulted by NCC students and nothing was done. Plus, other people have been mistreated in other ways, sometimes by the same fuckholes that have tried to fuck me. I ramp up my protests.
Does this mean I have anything against the students at NCC? No, of course not. With the exception of a few misguided, immature, internet trolls, and, of course, the rapists, the students at NCC are great! The teachers that I saw teach in the classroom are great! The Administration is the problem. Covering up sexual assaults and horrible behavior on their part is what they have done, and that’s inexcusable. Troy Hammond, the President of the College, does zero about it. I asked him in person what he’s going to do–no answer, no acknowledgement.
So what’s the answer? Address the fucking problem! That’s the fucking answer! Maybe instead of spending money on lawyers and energy to deny everything (yes, they did that), how ’bout setting up a formal office where students can go when they’ve been assaulted? Made up of students and counselors? Educate the student body on what has taken place in the past, and work on preventing it in the future.
I don’t expect anything like that to ever happen, so here’s my advice to every female student. Yeah, advice from a guy with a murder conviction. A guy who has been trained in the Marines and US Army Special Forces, but much more importantly, been in max prisons for decades with violent assholes.
- Be aware of your surroundings at all times. Know who’s behind you, and you should look at anyone within 50 to 100 feet of you. See anything suspicious? Get ready to respond.
- Don’t be alone with a guy you don’t know that well. Meet him for a date, in a busy, public place.
- Take friends with you wherever you go.
- Learn JuJitsu. Find a good martial arts place and go once a week. Some are too hardcore, some are useless. Look around and find a good one.
- Get pepper spray. Police equipment store.
- Guy tries anything, kick the balls, poke the eyes with your fingers.
- Know that, unfortunately, when the shit hits the fan, sometimes you are on your own. Are you ready? Watch this YouTube video showing how a woman fought off an attacker, and you can too: https://youtu.be/N9LRH6qj7j0
