By all accounts, the fat lady has sung. Jerry Sandusky is serving a life sentence. Three Penn State administrators stand (wrongfully) convicted of endangering the welfare of children and face prison time. The “whistleblower” has been awarded $13 million. The Paternos dropped their lawsuit against the NCAA, discovery is sealed, and the likes of Emmert, Ray and Freeh can slither off, unscathed. Tom Corbett got his revenge. Frank Fina’s “cover up” was never proven in a court of law, but nobody cares, including the sitting attorney general. Certain Penn State trustees are relishing the moment, believing we can finally “move on” without ever having to acknowledge their part in the unnecessary implosion of a great university.
If Penn State’s “leadership” is celebrating, I would caution them, “not so fast.” I was born into a Penn State family and will always be a Penn Stater, but my relationship with the university is forever changed. What I once viewed as a wholly honorable institution, I now see differently: Those who believe in the ideal of success with honor and those who have used Penn State for personal gain, no matter the cost to others. That latter “faction” doesn’t represent my Penn State. Messrs. Lubert, Dambly and Masser, who helped ignite the fire, President Barron, and others, who continued to fan the flames, should know people like me will never move on. You can take that to the bank. The fat lady may have sung but this story doesn’t end until the lion roars.