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The Cornell Group Chat & the Code of Silence

October 4, 2026/by Jeffrey Ian Ross

As a husband, father, and human being, numerous aspects of the Cornell University rape case outrage me.

But what consistently sticks is this: no one in the Chi Phi Snap group chat appears to have intervened.

I can think of several possible reasons why.

Some make more sense than others, and understanding those reasons may help us prevent this kind of complicity from happening again.

Based on the public record, there is no indication that anyone who received the message intervened. What we don’t yet know is what each recipient thought, knew, or did privately.

Not bystander apathy

Some commentators have suggested that the men didn’t react because of bystander apathy.

That’s a convenient explanation, but it’s insufficient. The bystander effect describes a familiar dynamic: when people witness a problem in a group, responsibility can diffuse. Each person assumes someone else will act, or interprets the situation as less serious than it appears.

But this wasn’t a group of strangers witnessing an ambiguous emergency. These were fraternity brothers who lived together, partied together, and depended on one another for status and belonging.

And the message itself was not ambiguous. Anyone who read it understood what was being offered and where.

Based on the public record, there is no indication that anyone who received the message called the police, went upstairs to intervene, or even replied in the chat to say stop.

Diffusion of responsibility may have played a role. But it doesn’t explain why the people who received the message chose not to act.

For that, we need to look at the social pressures within the group and the possibility of a code of silence.

A code of silence

The more plausible hypothesis for why no one intervened to stop the rape is the code of silence. 

This happens not because people fail to notice misconduct, etc., but because reporting it comes with a potential cost, including loss of status in the group, expulsion from the group, and the label of snitch 

These possible outcomes trump moral obligation to the victim. 

Fraternities, sports teams, criminal justice agencies, military units, and gangs operate on a similar basis.

The frame matters because it shapes the remedy. If the problem is bystander apathy, the solution is training people to notice and act. 

Most colleges and universities run some version of bystander intervention training. 

Those programs assume the bystander wants to help but hesitates.

They are poorly designed or managed for a setting where intervening means betraying your brothers.

Breaking the code of silence

Many organizations have recognized the challenges posed by a “code of silence” and have implemented policies and practices designed to encourage members to report misconduct, intervene when appropriate, and protect individuals who come forward. 

These include, but are not limited to, mandatory reporting requirements,  anonymous reporting mechanisms,  whistleblower protections, and anti-retaliation provisions.

While these approaches differ from institution to institution, the underlying objective is to create an organizational culture in which loyalty does not require silence and members are empowered and expected to speak up when conduct threatens the safety, integrity, or well-being of others.

That being said, if you are physically close to where the incident is occurring, then it’s time to be a hero and intervene.

If you are not physically present, you can still contact people you know who can do something, ask probing questions, contact the police, and remain anonymous. 

Why not be a fucking hero for once? 

Breaking a code of silence requires changing that calculation. 

Institutions can make silence costly by sanctioning those who knew and did nothing. 

Men can make speaking up less costly by doing it publicly and often, so the person who says stop isn’t standing alone.

It’s time to speak up.

Title of Illustration:

Photo of the Carving of the three wise monkeys at the Tōshō-gū shrine in Nikkō, Japan

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The Ten-Dollar Corkscrew

September 20, 2026/by Jeffrey Ian Ross

Almost every time I visit Brooklyn, I stop by the same small wine shop and buy a bottle of wine.

It has a great selection; it’s convenient to where I stay; the prices are reasonable; and the staff is knowledgeable. I’ve always been happy with the wines they recommend.

Last week, after buying a bottle, I returned to where I was staying and realized I didn’t have a corkscrew.

After berating myself for not packing one before leaving for New York, I went back to the same store.

They had corkscrews for sale, sitting alone on the counter by the register.

They were $10.

I knew this was New York City and that prices were higher. I also understand convenience pricing. If you need something right now, you’re often willing to pay more.

But $10 seemed too much.

I complained about the cost and asked if they had anything cheaper.

They didn’t.

They suggested I check out a housewares store about a block away, which was predictably closed.

And it wasn’t even the price that bothered me.

It was what didn’t happen.

Neither of the two salespeople, one of whom had been at the register when I bought the wine, said, “Bring the bottle back, and I’d be happy to open it for you.”

Nobody reached under the counter and said, “Here, take one. On us.”

Something like that has happened to me before in a similar situation.

And that tiny gesture would have cost the store almost nothing.

Maybe the interaction would’ve been different if I had brought the bottle back and simply asked them to open it for me.

Instead, I walked two more blocks, found another wine shop, and bought a comparable corkscrew for $6.

The $4 difference wasn’t the point.

The first store could’ve turned a mildly annoying situation into a story about why I liked shopping there.

But they didn’t.

They treated the interaction as nothing more than a transaction.

The next time I’m deciding where to buy a bottle, I’ll think twice about going there.

And that’s the strange thing about customer loyalty: sometimes you don’t lose it by doing something terrible.

Sometimes you lose a little of it by failing to do something incredibly easy.

Photo Credit:

Title: Corkscrew Display

Photographer: Jason

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Just a Plain Black Baseball Cap

September 6, 2026/by Jeffrey Ian Ross

It’s just a plain, structured, medium-crown, black baseball cap.

No logo, no team name, and kind of boring.

And that’s the point.

But let’s deconstruct this a little.

It has to be black, the same way my knitted longshoreman’s cap is black.

It also can’t be boxy, narrow, have a large visor, or be made of felt or foam. I don’t like ones with plastic mesh because they give off a trucker or cracker vibe. And foam has a hipster aesthetic.

I’d rather get a sunburn or heat stroke than wear a Von Dutch one. 

An overly large-brimmed hat is too ghetto. One with the brim angled to the side is trying too hard.

And what’s with keeping the round gold sticker on the brim?

Do I need to tell everyone who cares to look that I just bought a new baseball hat?

Not only are the shape, material, and color important, but so is how you wear it.

Unlike some of my male twenty-something students, I don’t wear my cap backwards unless there are severe winds.

Even how high it sits on your head is a decision, not an accident.

I guess I have a lot of rules about baseball caps.

I don’t have a favorite sports team, city, or country. And I don’t like wearing a brand name blazoned across my forehead.

And most importantly, I like to remain anonymous when I’m out in public and not advertise my loyalties through what I wear.

Wear a New York Yankees hat outside the United States, and people will assume you’re American.

I want to fly below the radar.

No team. No city. No country.

Just a black hat.

And yet I have lots of opinions about what that hat should look like.

I didn’t really think about all these rules until a couple of years ago.

We were in Turin, Italy, and I thought I had lost my baseball cap.

I spent a considerable amount of time retracing my steps to find it. When I couldn’t, I started looking for a replacement.

Not because black baseball caps are hard to find. There are thousands of them.

The problem was finding one I wanted to wear.

Luckily, my wife found my cap where we were staying.

That’s when I realized how many rules I had for something as simple as a black baseball cap.

The cap cost about twenty dollars. It was replaceable.

But I wasn’t willing to buy just any black baseball cap.

You would think I was choosing a house, a partner, a career, or some other big-ticket item.

After my wife found the hat, I took a handful of photos of it and the manufacturing label, in case I lost it again.

Which I did.

This summer, I lost it on the floor of a rental car in Bordeaux.

Luckily, I had the photos.

So, once again I started looking for the same (not a similar) one.

It turns out that the only place that appears to manufacture and sell it is in Argentina.

And so starts another adventure.

That’s another story.

Most of us probably have a favorite shirt, jacket, or pair of shoes. Something that looks completely unremarkable to everyone else but somehow isn’t replaceable to you.

You may not even realize you have rules about these things until something disappears and you discover that “almost the same” isn’t good enough.

And yet, apparently, there is only one black baseball cap in the world that’s mine.

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