"I am still a proud Penn Stater."
And I am not. I am proud of what Penn State was. I am not proud of what it has become.
At one time Penn State was a hidden gem of a university with an independent core and a public ivy edge. It was a place where grass, and flowers, and trees held back the intrusions of concrete and steel. A place where tradition was valued and honor was more than just a phrase. A place where the leadership acted in the best interests of the university and not in their own. A place where a man like Joe Paterno would be revered for what he was, not what our Board of Trustees made him out to be. Today Penn State is just another BigTen behemoth, like Ohio State, or Wisconsin, with concrete castles built with only the bottom line considered. It is a place where tradition and honor take a back seat to money and greed. I treasure the Penn State I knew, but that place no longer exists. Maybe it never did, except in the warm memories of days when, in the callowness of my youth, everything about the place seemed to be magical. I know mine is not a popular position, but it is how I feel, not just in light of yesterday's events, but with due consideration for what Penn State has turned into over the past 20 years. Some will say it is a much better place. I think it has lost its soul.