The happenings at The Ohio State University and the firing
of Director Dr. Jonathan Waters have played very heavy on my heart over the
past few days. I feel obligated to my
band family to share this with my friends, colleagues and family who have only seen
the media’s side of the story.
Everyone has a story, and I need to share mine. I am a proud alumni of TBDBITL – The Best
Damn Band In The Land. I was a member of
H-Row and the OSUMB for one year, the pinnacle year, of my college life. I must
also add that one year ended with a Rose Bowl Victory for the Buckeyes but that,
being as outstanding as it was, did not even compare to the “family” that I found
and became a part of.
I never once felt threatened,
persuaded, abused or sexualized during my time with TBDBITL however I do feel
those things now. The President and the
media have victimized each of us and the University has allowed this to happen. They have over generalized and shared
private information so that the public now sees what was once a cherished organization
as one identified with doubt. I am Tonya
Hill-Sheridan. I am a “mommy” to three
children. A wife to the love of my life
(and also a TBDBITL alumni). I am a
daughter, a sister, a granddaughter and an auntie. I am a Daisy Scout Leader. I work endlessly to fundraise and support the
charities that I believe in. I am a
leader and top performer within the company that I work. I am an artist. I am a baritonist. I am a runner. And I
am me. I am not a pervert. I am not an alcoholic. I am not a bigot or sexually deviant nor have
I ever been. However by being an alumni of the OSUMB, I (we) have been generalized
and labeled as such. This is my alma mater. This is my family that we are talking about,
the Pride of the Buckeyes: the same family that saw me through joys and sorrows;
defeat and triumph; and life. And we
will fight: fight for one of our own, Jon Waters, and for our pride. #westandforjon.
I was not a music major and not a traditional college student.
I was a Child and Family Studies major and worked a full time job in my chosen
field through most of my time at Ohio State.
I was very intimidated of trying out, and being a part, of the marching
band at Ohio State even though my passion for TBDBITL ran deep. I was intimidated not because of the “culture”
of the band, but of my own ability. I
lacked the confidence that I felt was needed to succeed as a member of The Best
Damn Band in the Land. However, what was
instilled in me, and what I gained that year, have carried with me and helped
mold me into the person that I am today.
I learned self-confidence and self-worth. Decorum, integrity and perseverance. But
more importantly, I learned the meaning of being a part of something important
and much bigger than myself. And I
learned that together, we could move mountains.
The University cited numerous accusations and findings of
dirty sexualized nick-names and tricks, midnight ramps (what the band calls
their entrance into the stadium into their pre-game performance) in underwear, hazing,
the victimizing of women and alcohol abuse within the band culture. I can
attest that I was not an incoming freshman when I was a part of the band and
was in fact “of age” but nevertheless a non-drinker. I never once felt pressure to drink or that I
was penalized for not doing so. I went to non-university sponsored events and
parties with band friends and not once was challenged for standing up for my
morals/beliefs.
My rookie name was Umpa-lumpa with a fellow 4’11”-5” row
member although the two of us never determined who was umpa and who was lumpa. Our task was to do the Umpa-lumpa dance. The name was endearing and I still laugh every
time I watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with my children—and I can do
the dance in my sleep. There were no
sexual overtones in my name, or task, what-so-ever.
I did participate in the midnight ramp. The girls in my row wore boxer shorts, sports
bras and tank tops —nothing that I don’t wear running out in our community’s
park and I guarantee much more conservative than what one would see on a beach.
Others might have chosen differently but that was their choice—one of my best
friends even wore long underwear. It was
all in fun and tradition. As a fellow alumni noted – if you can march
down the ramp onto the field at midnight with your fellow bandsmen in your
underwear then you can certainly march down that same ramp in front of 100,000
screaming fans in your full uniform! It
took some of the fear of our first ramp out of us and was a bonding experience
with our “family”. That being said, we
were not “made” to participate but I have not one regret.
I never felt un-safe
during my time the band – in fact quite the opposite— the guys in my row were
quite protective of each other, our row, and in particular of females in our
row. When we played Michigan, I remember being pushed and shoved while we lined
up to march to the Skull Session by opposing fans. A drunk fan hit my horn so hard that my mouth
bled. I had bruises for months. I am certain that being 4’11” I was an easy
target. My “spot” was on the end of the
marching row thus closest to the crowd.
I remember my squad leaders re-positioning us so that the smaller girls
were on the insides of the squad and the taller men were on the outside
edges. Sexist? Harassment?
No mam. Protective, yes indeed. They
knew the abuse that the band took from the crowds, the glass thrown, and the
intent of the opposing side to break the ranks.
The men moved to the outside anyway; took the blunt of the crowd abuse
and they were protective of our well-being.
And I am truly thankful.
I am not here to say that questionable incidents did not
exist within the band members however they were the exception and not the
norm. The traditions run deep within the
band and most were established before most of my row was even born. As such, times have changed too since my
experiences and I am sure some of the questionable traditions are somewhat
different within the culture that we now live in. We
did not have access to social media, the increasing rise of bullying, the
internet with graphic sexual images and culture as the students are now exposed
to. Dr. Waters recognized that these traditions
needed to be addressed and was in the process of making changes and filtering
out the traditions that were growing more questionable – all while he was moving
mountains with the students and taking them to world recognition on the field.
Changes take time: time that he was not given.
I marched with Jon. I know the integrity
that he has, and have followed his career.
He is a man of honor and who is dedicated his adult life to the
OSUMB. He has taken the band to new
levels. He is the man that will take
TBDBITL to the next level given the opportunity. I urge Dr. Drake to reinstate Jon and allow
him to make the needed changes to the culture while continuing the excellence
and the pride that TBDBITL is known for.
I challenge you, to be open minded and hear our stories
before forming opinions. We were not
asked to share our experiences or given the opportunity to defend
ourselves. And neither was Jon. We stand together and #westandforjon.
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