Gang Rape Leader

James B. Dickinson (known as Jim or "JD")

Theta Chi Fraternity

Georgia Tech 1962

Resides in Greensboro, NC

Fraud and Conspiracy (numerous counts)
Conspiracy to Commit Gang Rape
Rape and Sodomy (numerous counts)

** Kidnapping (numerous counts including a Federal Offense)
False Imprisonment (numerous counts)
Chemical Poisoning/Disabling Women (numerous counts)
Personal Injury (severe internal injury)
Filming an Unconscious Woman being sexually assaulted

** (kidnapping, as legally defined by Georgia Code Law

O.C.G.A Section 16-5-40)

Dickinson committed at least 3 separate premeditated acts of sexual assault during 1962, and prior to 1962. I believe he was more dangerous than anyone imagined. As you sift through the blog, look at the risks he took and the many clues he left behind. It takes a highly intelligent, yet morally degenerate man with unmitigated arrogance to plan and carry out crimes of sexual perversion. Did Dickinson or any of the Theta Chi "gentlemen" who Raped women, ever fear getting caught? Or were they smugly secure by virtue of their membership in Theta Chi under the umbrella of Georgia Tech.

A "catch me if you can" mentality.

A Glimpse into Hell

Fraternity rape (drug rape, acquaintance rape and gang rape) goes back decades. A string of skillfully executed rapes occurred in 1962 by upperclassman, Jim Dickinson, resident on fraternity row at Georgia Tech where Greek Fraternities were entrenched in secret rituals and tradition. Above all, the Greeks demanded unconditional loyalty from the brotherhood, no matter how egregious the acts of some.

Dehumanizing acts of violence against women were tolerated and kept secret, and even sanctioned, thus empowering a subgroup of men to sexually abuse women over and over again without repercussion. Privilege of membership provided an invisible shield of protection, and for some members, it marked the right of entitlement to a woman's body (a tactic used in pledge recruitment). If she refused consent? No problem. They knew how to play the game designed to overpower a gullible female -- slipping drugs, bullying her into submission, or fraud -- an earned Rite of Passage. After all, what better vehicle than a woman's body to declare one's manhood in the eyes of the brotherhood? And if the Rapist plays mind games, he might easily convince the victim "it was her fault". She might even forgive him -- all the more reason for him to revel in success. By remaining silent, she unwittingly subjects herself to further vulnerability. Rapists depend on observers' instant skepticism toward their victims to help them get away with rape.

Fraternity Gang Rape is a different dimension and requires a group mindset. It also requires a "leader" with an enormous degree of high-level planning and composure. The leader has no empathy or remorse and an absolute disregard for women in general. The act is performed by men and for men to establish and solidify the bonds of brotherhood within a subgroup. It also mitigates an individual's burden of responsibility for rape. In some fraternities, it's a cycle and works (or used to work) basically as follows:

Twice a year during rush week a new crop of wide-eyed pledges are recruited. From the pledge group, spawns a subculture who are primed to commit rape. It doesn't just happen. The initiative comes from a minority of seasoned upperclassmen and alumni (yes, alumni!) who plant the idea and lead the pledges onward. The few pledges who engage in criminal activity are either pressured or willing participants. Many gang rapes occur as a reward to pledges for having survived the grueling hazing indoctrination. Specific terms are used to define each participant's status within a gang rape (I'll get to that later). Once the gang rape is completed, the male bonding is solidified. The torch is then handed down to the next crop of pledges, thus the cycle continues with each class believing that *they* invented the coup de grace of gang rape.

I don't know the origin or how many fraternities practiced this ritual, but I believe it continued into the 1990's, and as recently as last October with the alleged Sigma Chi incident in Wisconsin. The undaunted leader of a gang rape achieves instant recognition along with an esteemed position of authority within the subgroup. I often wonder about the lives of the other victims -- vulnerable young girls drugged, tortured and betrayed just to satisfy the ego's of a few vile jerks who refer to themselves as gentlemen. For some of these men, the motto "Theta Chi for Life" has special significance.

I fell victim to Dickinson's most heinous crime, and repressed the memories for 44 years. He meticulously planned a gang rape in my "honor" several days in advance ... my body invaded and my life derailed. I never mentioned the incident to anyone, nor did I confront Dickinson. Confronting him would mean acknowledging to myself that the assault had actually occurred … too horrible for my conscious mind to accept, and at that time, the words drugged and raped never occurred to me. The truth was indisputable, yet I forced myself into denial, refusing to believe it happened. This violation was too unthinkable to imagine! And the fact that I knew some of the perpetrators made the truth that much harder to process. None of Dickinson's crimes would be challenged until the year 2006.

I believe the brain rejects whatever it deems too unimaginable to accept. Instead, the trauma is stored in the subconscious indefinitely. It's a survival technique that can last months, years, or even decades. More on that later.

First ... The Mindset of My Generation (late 50s/early 60s):

Rape (in my little world) was non-existent.

The term "date rape" had not yet been coined.

The term "group sex" was used in lieu of the term "gang rape".

Victim Blaming was Huge: It was widely believed that nice girls didn't get raped, and that a boy is only as bad as the girl he's with (advice from my own mother!). In otherwords, if you let a guy go too far, it's your own fault, so I was taught to be a nice girl and follow the rules.

Few (if any) college rapes were officially reported, probably because of the harsh scrutiny and unbearable stigma and humiliation attached to rape. You see, these "gentlemen" were believed to be honorable. They were untouchable, protected [in this case] by the organization of Theta Chi. The difference between a fraternity man who rapes women versus a street thug who rapes women is that the fraternity man is perceived as a gentleman, whereas the street thug is perceived as a criminal. Imagine the nerve of any woman in the 1960s who would dare "victimize" a group of gentlemen by accusing them of something as despicable as rape!

Overall, women had little influence. Many were socialized to attend college a year or two, then marry and have children. The few who obtained degrees usually went into teaching or nursing.

Dating a guy from Georgia Tech was supposedly safe and quite prestigious. After all, Greek Fraternities were known for recruiting men of character and intelligence to enhance the quality of the brotherhood. They also volunteered in community service activities *wink*.

It amused me when Dickinson explained that there were women called "nymphs" who eagerly participated in group sex (today referred to as gang rape). On one occasion in 1961, he gloated over his involvement in a group sex party. According to Dickinson, the nymph "couldn't get enough". Should I have considered him dangerous? Yes.

I lived in an innocent generation. I had never heard of sodomy or oral sex. Straight sex was still somewhat of a mystery to me. Until Dickinson raped me, I was a virgin.

Women were not at all concerned about illegal drugs or the threat of drug rape. Alcohol was the only "drug" of the day. If you got raped under the influence of alcohol, then you deserved it. That was the mindset in the 60's. If you behaved as a lady, you would never have to worry about being raped. Of course, society bought it hook line and sinker, and so did I.

RAINN and other victim oriented services were in the distant future. Thank God for the early women pioneers who encouraged women to come forward.

Dickinson's Revelations Years Later

During the hazing indoctrination into a Greek fraternity, pledges are pretty much brainwashed into accepting the theory that "all women are whores", and according to Dickinson, even one's own mother is not exempt. I guess it's safe to say that some pledges were naive enough to buy into this mentality, thus creating a dangerous minority of rapists.

Dickinson pointed out that [some] frat men robbed veterinary clinics to get their hands on drugs used to facilitate rape. (Ketamine)

Despite drugging, sodomizing, and raping women, Dickinson is a self-proclaimed gentleman. One of his favorite sayings, "We are all responsible for our own actions". If you peal away this mask of deceit, you'll discover a self-righteous pathetic individual, whose life has been a complete charade known only to the brotherhood.

He also revealed something about a knife that all Theta Chi's were required to carry -- a knife long enough to penetrate a "nigger's" heart -- (not relevant to this blog, yet a hair raising example of the mind poisoning hazing techniques).

The Gang Rape Incident

It began with fraud. I can't believe how naive I was. There were plenty of red flags. Prior to our date, Dickinson told me that a few Theta Chi's and their dates, many whom I knew, were getting together at his apartment off campus. Parties off campus were not unusual, and I'd never witnessed any kind of inappropriate behavior or excessive drinking at these parties. He also made an unusual request that I wear pants (slacks), rather than a skirt. When he picked me up, I met him at the door dressed in a skirt and sweater. His disdain over what I was wearing was obvious. In the car on the way to the apartment, he seemed preoccupied. I asked when and who else would be there. His replies were evasive, "I'm not sure".

Shorty after we arrived at the apartment, I asked more questions, "Where is everybody?". Dickinson hedged, avoiding eye contact. I thought nothing of it, and went through some kitchen cabinets looking for snacks to serve for when the others arrived. There was nothing.

And normally, the first thing Dickinson would do is fix drinks. When he didn't bother to do so, I curiously asked why. Still avoiding eye contact, he says, "Let's wait til the others get here" ... totally out of character for him. The truth is, of course, he couldn't very well slip drugs into my drink with me standing right there beside him in the kitchen.

After about 15 minutes, two sharply dressed preppies knocked at the door. Dickinson had never laid eyes on them. They introduced themselves and shook hands with Dickinson before coming in. These two were definitely cool, affable and well mannered. At the time, I was unaware of any conspiracy, and naively began a friendly probe asking where their dates were. It seemed incredible to me that a couple of total strangers would show up uninvited without dates.

After the three of us were comfortably seated in the living room, Dickinson and one of the strangers disappeared into the kitchen to prepare cocktails. The other stranger kept me engaged in conversation in the living room. It was oddest thing. He never gave a straight answer to any of my questions, yet I had no idea of the imminent danger that lurked ahead. I just sat there waiting for the familiar crowd. Why hadn't they arrived yet?

After several minutes of chitchat with this charming stranger, I finally asked, "What's taking so long in there?", and promptly stood up and headed toward the kitchen. He actually sprang out of his chair leaping in front of me to block the path, loudly mimicking my question (as an alert). This smooth maneuver lasted less than 10 seconds, and he was a perfect gentleman, smiling at me the whole time ... very disarming. I still didn't get it -- Dickinson and the other guy were in the kitchen busily going over last minute details of the impending gang rape!

They returned to the living room and sat down. Dickinson handed me a drink which I placed on the table beside me. Some awkward conversation followed. Later, when I reached for the glass, the conversation stopped abruptly. All eyes were upon me. Dickinson had a peculiar look on his face as he watched me lift the glass and take a sip. I don't remember having a second sip. The three of them sat quietly waiting for the drug to take affect. Within seconds, I experienced a huge wave of disorientation. My body buckled. Dickinson took the drink from my hand. I fell in and out of consciousness the rest of the night.

The rest is pretty graphic. Throughout the evening, I had many lucid moments. Dickinson took me from the living room into the dimly lit bedroom. He removed my underwear and applied an ointment. He sodomized me in different positions. When he had me in a "north-south" position, I awoke just as he was adjusting his penis to drape comfortably on the side of my face. It was then that I noticed one of the strangers operating a camera with a bright red light, while the other stranger stood beside him. They were giving Dickinson explicit instructions until they realized I had gained consciousness. Then they scatted out of the room, knowing I had not been sufficiently drugged.

My next memory is sitting on the edge of the bed as Dickinson held a glass to my mouth ... he used his other hand to force my head down to the glass, "You have to drink this!", he coaxed. I resisted. Few seconds later, I faked a big gulp swallowing as little as possible. I don't recall being forced to drink any more after that, but much of my memory is blank. After that, I remember the three of them standing over me ... 2 to the left and 1 at the foot of the bed. I've racked my brain trying to remember exactly what they were doing to my body at that point. Maybe it's best forgotten.

Back to the film ... presumably, it was later shown in the living room to those eagerly awaiting their turn, because during conscious moments, I could hear the roar of laughter and jeers. The living room was now full of men and the lights had been turned off.

My body must have resembled a corpse. I could not move, speak or scream, as I lay there being raped repeatedly, and horrified because I recognized some of the perpetrators. People were mingling casually with drinks. I remember the subdued emotions of fear, humiliation, and helplessness. A myriad of thoughts raced through my mind: "Why is this happening! -- I can't move! -- everyone can see! -- nooo, stop! -- please somebody help!"

Suddenly, the apartment was quiet -- they had all gone. Dickinson tried to clean me up as I laid there like a zombie. I remember feeling apologetic and embarrassed for having lost control of my bladder. I awoke several times. He opened an eyelid to make sure I was still among the living. He smeared something on my face. It annoyed me - I turned my head away. He scrawled symbols on parts of my body ... staking claim to his territory.

Dickinson had thought of everything! Instead of driving me home, he called a cab to avoid the risk of running into my parents at the door. Then he sat on the edge of the bed where I lay, and used a rag to douse my sweater with alcohol to ensure I would appear drunk.

When the cab arrived. Dickinson shook me violently, "WAKE UP, YOU GOTTA GO NOW!" Startled, I bolted on command. So far so good, but how will he get me outside to the curb where the cab is waiting? My legs were like rubber -- he struggled to get me outside, then I collapsed in a heap. That's when all the shouting started:

Dickinson: "I NEED SOME HELP!"

"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH HER!?", driver yells back.

"OH, NOTHIN', SHE JUST HAD A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH TO DRINK".

Together they got me inside the back seat of the cab. I laid my head down on the seat. Then Dickinson did something that made me want to throttle him. Patting me gently on the shoulder, he muttered sweetly, "That's a girl ... now go to sleep honey ... you'll be fine in the morning" -- a stunning performance for the cab driver who I'm sure got a pungent whiff of the alcohol soaked sweater! I could not speak or defend myself. I was powerless.

I slept all the way home. The driver made sure I was safely inside the house, then lingered in the doorway, obviously concerned, "Are you going to be okay?", he repeated. It must have been after midnight because my parents had gone to bed. Once inside my house I felt relieved and safe. I also remember feeling grateful to Dickinson for my safe return home. Yes, it's a huge contradiction. I cannot explain feeling grateful to a man responsible for setting me up for gang rape.

The Morning After

Reality hit hard. The subdued emotions I'd had the night before were now intense. I cried face down in the pillow to muffle the hysteria, "Oh, God, noooooo". I knew I had to stifle the tears because red swollen eyes would alert my family that something terrible had happened. There was no time to grieve. I had to pull myself together, knowing they would be in the kitchen waiting for me -- the normal weekend routine.

I awoke fully clothed on top of the spread still wearing my high heels. My nylons (no pantyhose back then) were rolled down almost neatly around my ankles. And in those days, we wore what was called a "panty girdle" with hooks to attach the nylons one leg at a time. My panty girdle was wadded around my waist. (He had requested earlier that I wear slacks for obvious reasons).

As I began to stir, I noticed their grotesque filth all over my body. The exposed parts of my skin felt sticky to the touch -- face, lips, neck, hands, arms, and legs. I did NOT know sperm was "sticky" because it had never been on or inside my body. I wonder if they carried this out in a ceremonious fashion. Thankfully, I have no memory. My clothes reeked of a nauseous sweet smelling odor ... like gardenias mixed with dirty socks.

I had to get to the bathroom. In an attempt to hide my condition from my family, I changed into my morning attire (pajamas and robe) in case I ran into somebody in the hall on the way to the bathroom. While changing, I noticed a large smudged OX symbol marked on my inner thigh. From my vantage point, the symbol was transposed (XO as in hugs and kisses). It didn't make sense. Walking down the hall, I could feel the sperm oozing, and the first thing I noticed in the bathroom was my reflection in the mirror. My hair was completely matted and there was another OX symbol marked on my forehead. I think at that point I went into shock. I have no other memory of the bathroom -- even taking a shower.

Eventually, I strolled out to the kitchen, dreading the thought of talking to anyone. My mother greeted me with a smile. I poured some coffee and tried to avoid her gaze. She asked about my evening. And then she made a statement along these lines, "Honey, you must have really been tired last night. You went to bed with all your clothes on, even your shoes!". I nearly fell over! She had checked on me earlier when I was still asleep. I don't know who was more naive -- me or my mother!

For days, I dealt with the possibility of pregnancy. "I'm supposed to be in someone's wedding soon ... what happens if I'm pregnant ... how do I abort? After several days, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I prayed that God free me of any disease they may have given me.

After the initial trauma, I pretended life was normal with a concerted effort to block out the incident. The memories would eventually diminish into flashbacks. My outrageous denial would consume my life until the the memories resurfaced in the year 2006 (44 years later).

Devastating Affects of Gang Rape

One cannot imagine the terror and emotional aftermath of such an experience. You may or may not repress the memories. Either way, the affects of "fraternity entitlement" will manifest in a victim's everyday life -- relationships, parenting skills, job opportunities, and the ability to function normally. It will sap your energy, rob your spirit and erase your dignity. You will experience nightmares, eating disorders, withdrawal, depression and guilt, along with other destructive behaviors. One of the disorders that I continually deal with is a "heightened level of vigilance", which means simply that if anyone (even my husband) surprises me by walking into the same room, I react with an abnormal degree of hysteria. Also, for years, I compulsively created endless to-do lists and budgets. The greatest tragedy of all occurs when, for no apparent reason, you alienate those who love you. Rape is without a doubt the most egregious act against a woman. Murder does not trump gang rape.

I am reminded of an old movie "The Body Snatchers" -- they steal your soul at night while you're sleeping, leaving you spiritually dead. There's nothing left but a mere shell of a human body. From this shell emerges an alien creature. This creature is the "new you" and you're stuck with it. The course of your life is changed forever. You have a brand new identity and there's no going back. In the case of rape, NOW is the time to report the assault and find an experienced therapist ... crucial steps for recovery. Otherwise, the psychological damage will only intensify as you spend the rest of your life trying to regain your sense of self.

The Repressed Memories!
I was age 21 when the gang rape occurred, followed by years of ominous flashbacks. I prefer to call them "images", always with a brief few seconds duration. My brain never retained an image long enough to be analyzed. In retrospect, I guess I always knew something was amiss. I think it's truly amazing how the human brain works.

If you are conscious of a trauma, you can start to unravel it in your mind. But if the trauma is unconscious, it can be disastrous because there's nothing to unravel! It's like an undertow in your life -- a swamped or drowned feeling. You don't know where it's coming from, how to stop it, or what it means, because instead of having acknowledged the trauma, you have repressed it. But you do NOT forget -- the flashbacks are a constant reminder.

Here's an unsophisticated analogy: It's as if for 44 years, my psyche warned me: "I'm willing to share some details with you now and then, but I won't give you full access to your subconscious until I'm sure you can safely handle the trauma in its entirety".

In July of 2006, something clicked. I could finally retain one of those fleeting images. Gradually, one thought produced another and I managed to connect the dots. The memories didn't surface in a day or two ... it was a long process, like a tug of war pulling them out of my subconscious where they had been so deeply buried. The recollections are vivid, consistent, and without exaggeration ... etched in my mind as though it happened yesterday -- everything is so clear! Could false memories have been implanted in my mind by the "power of suggestion"? Not a chance! Nobody has ever remotely suggested that I might have been raped or harmed in any way.

The next two things are pretty extraordinary to me:

1. From the moment I was drugged until the time I awoke the following morning, my conscious moments of the gang rape total no more than five minutes out of what could have lasted over 5 hours! Those 5 minutes are certainly a minuscule part of the whole picture, but
2. The spontaneous recall of infinite details is remarkable -- from the time Dickinson picked me up for the date that night until I awoke the next morning. It's all there crystal clear ... even the low buzzing sound of the camera they used!

I should preface that, prior to 2006, I had no idea that [some] fraternities condoned or encouraged sexual assault, so until 2006, the issue of rape rarely came up in any of my conversaions with friends. Did we intentionally avoid the subject? Did we dismiss rape as an unpleasant thing that happened to other women? Were we intolerant toward victims and their circumstances? After a lot of exploration over the internet, I've become very cognizant of issues pertaining to rape and the permanent scars it creates.

Discovering the past has explained so many of Dickinson's mysterious conversations with Faulkner and Cook, and their secret code of insider frat terms used in reference to rape. I'm angry for having repressed the memories without the presence of mind to pursue legal action or seek therapy. I never had any reason to feel ashamed. The burden of that horrible night belongs to Dickinson.

Dickinson Goes Free
This monster deserves castration for dehumanizing me and other unsuspecting women. Stunned when I confronted him on the phone in 2006, he blurted out a few unguarded statements that jolted my memory even further. Dickinson will probably escape criminal charges for his crimes -- he is protected under the Statute of Limitations for Rape in the State of Georgia. I oppose this statute because it discounts the 44 years of repressed memories. The Georgia tolling law should definitely apply here. Except for flashbacks, I had no memory of being drugged and gang raped until 2006. The drugs reduced me to an infancy state. I did not choose to be brutally assaulted. I did not choose to repress my memories. Other factors should also be considered, such as the extreme degree of manipulation, the number of men involved, and the frequency of his crimes (3 separate incidents), plus he put my life in danger. How is justice served when a scum like Jim Dickinson is protected by state law? First he hides behind the organization of Theta Chi and the Institution of Georgia Tech, and now the Georgia Statute of Limitations!

It's like being raped all over again. I am alive to tell the horrors he inflicted, but penalized because my repression of the memories exceed the Statute of Limitations. A victim does not consciously choose repression -- repression is how the brain protects one against severe trauma.

Dickinson's Most Compelling Motivation
"His constant and overwhelming struggle to convince the brotherhood that he liked girls (in that way), and to be perceived as masculine".

At times, he behaved like a social misfit desperately seeking acceptance and reassurance. I think his tactics were transparent to all who knew him. His personality was beyond annoying and involved extreme exhibitionism, the dominant trait in all of his sexual assaults driven by an obvious innate hatred of women.

Dickinson was a predator ... harmless looking, yet wired like a sociopath. Exploiting vulnerable women became easy and addictive. Degrading women gave him great satisfaction, but only if performed in front of an audience. You see, it was essential that Dickinson parade his evil by literally gathering the brothers to bear witness to the degradation. Otherwise, all the carefully contrived evil would be a futile waste of time. In his twisted mind, inflicting pain indicated manly behavior; therefore, it was imperative that everyone "see to believe". Part of the motivation was the need for acceptance.

Also interesting is that during rush week, as a freshman at Georgia Tech, not a single fraternity extended a bid to Dickinson [to join]. He finally got a bid from Theta Chi, but not until after his father stepped in and pulled some strings. A similar incident happened 4 years later during his senior year. His peers (soon-to-be-grads) were wooed and recruited by major companies, whereas Dickinson had only one job offer. In fact, the gang rape occurred after he was turned down by DuPont of Wilmington.

I can't imagine what goes on in the mind of a rapist, but I think rejection by both men and women fueled his anger and made him extremely menacing, and potentially lethal. He knew I had no romantic interest in him. Perhaps Dickinson perceived me as taking advantage of him -- football games, fraternity parties, etc. At some point, he decided it was pay-back time for me. My body would have to be sacrificed. A flawlessly orchestrated gang rape would become his greatest accomplishment, and the only accomplishment for which he would be remembered.

Brotherhood Loyalty
Only a handful of Theta Chi's were involved in rape, but the entire Chapter operated under a tight veil of secrecy. Loyalty to all members far outweighed any sense of moral obligation to report criminal activity among the brotherhood. Theta Chi ignored Dickinson's criminal behavior. Had any of these women died from GHB (or whatever), I suspect the brothers would have formed an alliance of deception to protect the chapter and each other. And, when you consider that Dickinson was capable of masterminding a gang rape, he was certainly capable of devising Plan-B in the event of a girl's death. What would have happened in case of respiratory failure or cardiac arrest from drug overdose? A shivering thought --- had he also pre-arranged for the disposal of my body ... just in case?

How He Drugged (Poisoned) Me!
I believe he laced my drink with PCP or Ketamine (Special K), based on the following:

1. Dickinson's admission of guys robbing veterinary clinics for access to drugs.

2. A very telling conversation witnessed between him and John Cook.

3. My reaction to the drug. My body was paralyzed from the neck down with no physical sensation, pain, or the ability to communicate.

Only scant information is available on experimental drugs used in the early 1960's. Another theory is that Dickinson may have concocted rape drugs in the chemistry lab.

If this could happen to me, then it's not a stretch to know it happened elsewhere -- not only by Georgia Tech students, but students on neighboring campuses, neighboring states ... and throughout the country. It was not an isolated crime. Potential prey included any easily manipulated female. Her morals and background were of no concern. And finding a virgin probably earned extra points. [Stressing again -- the offenders were not the majority].

Where Are They Now?
Dickinson is a man of leisure and the plays the role of the doting grandfather. Spends time golfing, drinking, and playing gin at the country club. Certainly nothing wrong with that for the average retiree, but he is a criminal rapist and should have spent his life behind bars. He should never have been given the opportunity to graduate college and have a career, or to marry and have children.

As for the others involved, I know the whereabouts of many. Some I didn't recognize. I have no personal vendetta with anyone except Dickinson. The other perpetrators did nothing to me that Dickinson did not allow and encourage. Dickinson commited an act comparable to murder. Involved were:

THETA CHI, 1962
Richard (Ernie) Faulkner -- Cary, NC

Dennett (Denny) Hansell -- Big Canoe, GA

John Cook -- Clearwater, FL

Randy Pirkle -- Atlanta, GA

Henry MacIntosh -- Atlanta, GA
Russell Grove -- Marietta, GA

I have conficting memories of Bob Troutman, Dickinson's roommate at the apartment. Fraternity members NOT involved in the gang rape. to my knowledge, were Frank Landry, Johnny Herbert, Tolson Meares, Bill Carroll, Bill Peacher, Paul Pigmataro, Charlie Phaff, Eddie Kienel, George Armisen, and Dan (can't remember last name). I believe Dan was President.

I also knew [some of] the wives of the 18 frat men listed above: Jean, Diane H, Brenda, Sandy, Ronelle, Diane P, Sally, Debbie, Darrelle, Gail, Phyllis, and Charlotte.

Russell Grove, Dickinson's roommate for 4 years at Theta Chi, died in 2005 after a long career with a major law firm in Atlanta. Interesting that Russell abruptly ended his friendship with Dickinson in the early 1960's after passing the Georgia Bar. I never understood why their friendship ended until 2006, or why Dickinson was not invited to his wedding in 1966.

Incredible as it sounds, many of the above people played a significant role in my life AFTER the gang rape. By now, my memories of that horrible night had long faded into flashbacks.

Dickinson's Crime at Hank & Jerry's Club, Atlanta

(names of victims have been changed)
In a separate incident, pale in comparison to the gang rape, Dickinson committed a crime that began at Hank & Jerry's, a large popular night spot in Atlanta that catered to the college crowd. Three Theta Chi's and their dates (Jim Dickinson with Julie; Bill Peacher with Bonnie; and Paul Pigmataro with Lee) were seated around a large rectangular shaped table amid a lively crowd, and music that rocked. As the evening progressed, Dickinson decided it was time for the girls to leave the table, so he could "freshen" their drinks ... with something special.

The following conversation, albeit utterly trite, shows how easily Dickinson manipulated the girls to act on cue:

He remarks casually:
"I've never known Julie to sit this long without going to the little girls' room".

Right on cue, Julie smiles, reaches for her purse and says to Bonnie,
"Okay, Bonnie, let's go!" [to the restroom]

Pigmataro turns to Lee (his date),
"Why don't you go too?"

Lee takes the bait,
"Oh, you want me to go too?".

What a cute scene -- everyone smiling and giggling as they scurried off to the ladies room, leaving their drinks unattended at the table ... completely unaware of Dickinson's plan to drug them. After they returned from the restroom and sat down, Dickinson immediately proposed a "toast" [to ensure that the girls would sip simultaneously]. Within seconds, Bonnie and Lee lost consciousness and buckled over. They had been drugged big time!

What about Julie?
Well, Julie presented a slight hitch in the grand plan, because instead of drinking on cue like everyone else, she placed her drink back on the table.

With that, Dickinson exclaims -- "You have to drink too"! She complied, but those few seconds delay gave her time to notice the other two girls had passed out. She remained conscious just long enough catch the horrible grimace on Bonnie's face across the table. Julie giggled, thinking Bonnie was just acting silly, but suddenly Bonnie's body coiled as Bill Peacher quickly scooted his chair next to hers to prevent her from falling. Peacher went through a few seconds of terror wondering what else might go wrong. His panicked expression is unforgettable.

To Julie's left, Pigmataro's arm was wrapped around Lee, supporting her lifeless body as her head rested atop his shoulder. Julie had no time to decipher the situation before losing consciousness herself.

The scene above happened within seconds. Did patrons sitting nearby notice?

So now what happens? These guys had to maneuver 3 debilitated girls out of a jam-packed club ... without raising suspicion! Once outside the club, the girls were practically dragged across the parking lot to Dickinson's car. Onlookers actually sympathized with the perpetrators, believing these poor men were acting as good Samaritans in the best interests of their "inebriated" dates. They were lauded with praise for dutifully rescuing us and making sure we were out of harm's way.

We lived in a naive world back then. Women felt secure in the company of friends. They were unaware of anything as loathesome as drug or acquaintance rape. Hank & Jerry's always had an I.D. checker and plenty of bouncers. So it seems incredible that this brazen incident attracted no attention -- even in the 1960s! Why didn't anyone challenge the coincidence of 3 seemingly drunk girls being led out of a club ... one right after the other in intervals of less than a minute apart?!

Still unconscious and loaded in the back seat of the car, the girls were driven to Peacher's apartment. Once inside, Dickinson took Julie to the bedroom. The two other girls were kept in the living room. Dickinson removed her lower clothing and began sodomizing her, but this sodomy act was nothing more a facade to impress Peacher and Pigmataro. You see, the bedroom was located in the center of the apartment where the guys passed through periodically. And when either of them passed through, Dickinson's head shifted into high gear with all the animation you would expect from an exhibitionist. Otherwise his head lay motionless. The sodomy assault had nothing to do with sex. Had Dickinson really fooled either of them?

Bonnie, still sitting in the living room, began questioning Julie's whereabouts. At that point, Peacher apparently had seen enough, and gave Dickinson a stern warning to Stop the sodomy act.

They eventually let Bonnie enter the bedroom to see Julie, but first Dickinson would devise a deceptive ploy to give Bonnie the impression nothing sinister was happening to Julie. Here's the scene: After putting Julie's clothes back on, he positions himself on top of her and breathes heavily, creating the illusion of kissing. She feels his breath -- it's disgustingly foul and hot, but she's unable to react. Then Bonnie walks in on the scene Dickinson arranged ... two people innocently "making out". What a lowlife disingenuous bastard!

The party's over. They have to get the girls home.
Julie and Bonnie were plopped in the back seat of the car like raggedy ann dolls and driven back to Julie's home. Dickinson pulled into the driveway, turned off the ignition, and clumsily prodded the girls out of the car, along the sidewalk, and up the steps to the entrance of the house. There's also a vague memory of him standing in the bedroom doorway [to ensure that the girls were down for the night?]. Did the third victim, Lee, get home safely? We don't know.

Bonnie and Julie awoke the next morning with chunks of their memory unaccounted for. Bonnie suspected right away, "I think we were drugged". Julie denied such a hideous thing could possibly happen? She felt personally responsiblle for Bonnie's safety. Bonnie was her best friend and a guest in her home. Bonnie was adamant, "If we weren't drugged, then why can't we remember anything -- we hardly had anything to drink!"

The three girls in this scenario had been duped through no fault of their own. They were not perched at some bar waiting to be picked up -- they were decent young women looking forward to an enjoyable evening with their dates.

Bonnie and Julie never spoke again of that awful night in 1962 ... until Dickinson's sexual assaults came to light in 2006!

In all fairness to Peacher and Pigmataro: Both men were coerced by Dickinson to aid and abet, as evidenced by their body language earlier that evening at the Theta Chi house. Their willingness to participate in Dickinson's scheme was wrong, yet not premeditated. I think it had to do with brotherhood loyalty. To my knowledge, neither committed sexual battery. It was Dickinson who staged the scene at Hank & Jerry's, signaling cues to Peacher and Pigmataro. These cues went completely unnoticed by the girls -- as in the gang rape.

One other point: Dickinson was no dummy. When the girls left their drinks at the table to use the restroom, he probably persuaded Peacher and Pigmataro to sprinkle their fair share of the magic dust into the girls' drinks. That way, if the incident got reported, Dickinson's cowardly ass would be covered.

A 3rd incident of Rape soon to be described:
Dickinson's Crime in Auburn, AL
How Dickinson lured a girl out of the State of Georgia

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Fraud and Conspiracy
Federal Kidnapping

First Degree Rape
False Imprisonment
Severe Internal Injuries resulting in extreme bleeding

Ernie Faulkner's role the day after the rape

Plus, Ob/Gyn records from the office of Dr. Leo D. Amorosi

Oh, but there's even more! .... Dickinson's Final Act
As leader of the 1962 gang rape, Dickinson is distinguished from any other gang rape leader because of the daring feat he pulled off a year later in March of 1963. A first of its kind! I bet shock waves rippled throughout the brotherhood. Dickinson committed an act of insanity that would directly impact the lives of several innocent people for years to come.

The entire membership of the Theta Chi knew of Dickinson’s history of sexual assault prior to his "final act" in 1963. The conspiracy and coverup are absolutely mind boggling. There's a good reason why nobody is standing in line to sue me for defamation of character. Challenging any part of this blog would create pandemonium, because this blog is the unbellished account of rapes that occurred regularly in 1962 by [some] Theta Chi's at Georgia Tech. I was not the only victim.

In fact, in one of my initial letters to Dickinson in 2006, I urged that we each submit to a polygraph examination to determine who's telling the truth. Yes, it was a ridiculous idea ... asking a rapist to submit to a lie detector test!

The Purpose of This Blog
To young college bound women:

We adults tend to inundate you with our wisdom as if we had all the answers. We don't.

And I'm sure it gets monotonous listening to the same old rape preventive measures time and time again, but don't turn a deaf ear to those who are concerned for your safety.

In addition to the drills you've already heard, please remember that "rape" is indiscriminate and knows no boundaries. In other words, do not be impressed or disarmed by a fraternity man who appears popular, good looking, or has a high IQ and a good grade point average. He may even be President of his fraternity and devote endless hours to charitable causes. None of these assets preclude a man from commiting rape. Don't ever compromise your safety. Be vigilant.

Here's one of many examples:
A woman was brutally gang raped in 1985 at the Chi Phi house on Fowler St. (Georgia Tech campus). The leader happened to be President of the fraternity. That was over 20 years ago, and of course the rape went unreported. Currently he is considered a pillar of the community. I imagine there were literally hundreds of unreported rapes on college campuses until women began coming forward in the 1990's.

If you are a victim of fraternity rape,

or if you have information regarding the above assaults,

or if you just want to comment, email me at:
georgiatech1962 (at) yahoo.com

We are particulary trying to locate Dickinson's 3rd victim, drugged in the Hank & Jerry's incident in 1962, described above. Yes, it's a long shot, but who knows ... maybe there's a reader among you who knows her.

END OF STORY

The rest of the blog contains miscellaneous information, and a few photos of Theta Chi's with links (scroll to end).


Theta Chi's Definition of Sexual Assault http://www.thetachi.org/ To locate the article at this site, click Resources, click Operations Manual, click Risk Management, click Assault and Battery).

I disagree with the premise of Theta Chi's artcle because it focuses on men as victims. Fact is, the overwhelming majority of college rape victims are women, and the majority of offenders are men.

Here's their definition of Sexual Assault (as seen on the official website of Theta Chi):

What is "Sexual Assault?"[here's their definition]:

In legal terms, sexual assault is any sexual contact that is against a person's will or without consent. This includes situations where force, violence, or weapons are used as well as situations where the victim is too intoxicated or scared to give consent. Sexual assault happens to men as well as women. In fact, by most estimations, 5% to 10% of sexual assaults committed in the United States involve male victims. Some experts say that as many as 1 in 10 men will be sexually assaulted in their lifetimes. These numbers may sound startling because the problem of sexual assault against men isn't talked about very much. Sexual assault against men happens in lots of different ways. Some men are assaulted by a stranger, or a group of strangers, while others may be assaulted by someone they know. Men are sometimes sexually assaulted by women but most often they are sexually assaulted by other men. Some attackers use weapons, physical force, or the threat of force to gain the upper hand. Others may use blackmail or a position of authority to threaten someone into submission. Still others use alcohol, drugs, or a combination of both, to prevent victims from fighting back. No matter how it occurs, it is a violation of a man's body and his free will and it can have lasting emotional consequences.

Georgia’s Seven Deadly Sins Law (passed in 1995)
This law mandates, for a first offense, a non-parolable sentence of at least ten years for kidnapping, armed robbery, rape, aggravated sodomy, aggravated sexual battery, and aggravated child molestation. Minimum sentence for first offense of murder is life, with no parole eligibility for 25 years. Second offense of any of the “seven deadly sins” gets life without possibility of parole.

Had this law been enacted in 1962 and the crimes reported, Dickinson might still be in prison. Tack on additional prison time for various counts of Conspiracy, Illegal Drug Possession, Poisoning, and several counts of Fraud, Kidnapping, False Imprisonment. Bodily Injury, Raping and Sodomizing an Unconscious Woman, and Transporting a Woman out of State for the purpose of committing a felon.

From The United States Supreme Court
"Rape is one of the most brutal acts one human being can inflict upon another. Rape shows total disregard for the welfare, safety, personal integrity and human worth of others. There are those who seemingly cannot be deterred from continuing such conduct.

A rapist not only violates a victim's privacy and personal integrity, but inevitably causes serious psychological, as well as physical, harm in the process. The long-range effect upon the victim's life and health is likely to be irreparable; it is impossible to measure the harm which results.

Volumes have been written by victims, physicians, and psychiatric specialists on the lasting injury suffered by rape victims. Rape is not a mere physical attack -- it is destructive of the human personality. The remainder of the victim's life may be gravely affected, and this, in turn, may have a serious detrimental effect upon her usband and any children she may have.

I therefore wholly agree with Mr. Justice White's conclusionas far as it goes -- that, short of homicide, rape is the ultimate violation of self.

Victims may recover from the physical damage of knife or bullet wounds, or a beating with fists or a club, but recovery from such a gross assault on the human personality is not healed by medicine or surgery. To speak blandly, as the plurality does, of rape victims who are "unharmed," or to classify the human outrage of rape, as does Mr. Justice Powell terms of "excessively brutal," versus "moderately brutal," takes too little account of the profound suffering the crime imposes upon the victims and their loved ones.

The emotional impact upon the rape victim may be impossible to gauge at any particular point in time. The extent and duration of psychological trauma may not be known or ascertainable prior to the date of trial.""

David Westol, Former Executive Director, National Headquarters, Theta Chi --- also Former Prosecutor:
"Westol says he regularly tells chapters that, if chapter members are involved in a gang rape, the chapter's charter will be revoked". He points out that Theta Chi, as do most other fraternities and sororities, has consultants - recent alumni - who make a two-year commitment to visit chapters across the country conducting seminars, providing technical assistance, and advising members as to issues and procedures regarding acquaintance rape prevention and other matters. Westol says that "our workshops, leadership conferences, and seminars [on acquaintance rape] should be combined and blended with workshops offered by the host institutions. It is that consolidation of effort that will help us reach every undergraduate in one way or another." [Westol's statements confirm that college gang rape posed a significant problem at one time]

I couldn't resist this one:

Statement from Georgia Tech's Phi Psi Fraternity to Potential Pledges:
"If you have received a bid from Phi Psi, do not feel pressured to accept it. We want you to be completely certain about your decision. If you are uncertain, take the time to ensure that you are comfortable and that your parents agree with your feelings. If they have some concerns, have the Rush Chair or President get in touch with them. Fraternity life has changed a great deal since your parents were in college and they can often have wrong impressions about fraternity life at Georgia Tech. Many times, their concerns can be cleared up simply by talking to a representative of our chapter or even another parent associated with our chapter."
Now why would parents get the wrong impression?!