NOLA.com- Nineteen-year-old Tulane University students Jules Staib and Wyatt Silverman allegedly accepted a package containing the drug commonly known as “Molly” at the off-campus Kappa Sigma fraternity house in Uptown early Friday afternoon. The only problem is that the courier was an undercover law enforcement agent, according to authorities.Asked to comment on the case, Tulane spokesman Mike Strecker on Tuesday wrote in a statement that any students suspected of non-academic misconduct must undergo a disciplinary hearing process. Meanwhile, in a statement, Kappa Sigma spokesman Scott R. Bickford said other members of the fraternity were not aware of Staib’s and Silverman’s alleged actions and cooperated with police.Allegedly, in Staib’s bedroom there were 21.6 grams of marijuana, 68.7 grams of psilocybin mushrooms, 46 doses of LSD, .91 grams of DMT, 47.6 grams of opium and paraphernalia. Court papers allege that the MDMA was located in Silverman’s room, where there were also .75 grams of powdered cocaine, 11 doses of LSD, .25 grams of marijuana and paraphernalia.Bickford said Staib and Silverman will have disgraced Kappa Sigma if the allegations against them are eventually proven true. “It has placed the fraternity in a bad light in its neighborhood,” Bickford continued. “It is truly a sad day.”
I don’t know why these kid’s frat brothers are were so quick to throw them to the wolves, because I know there’s houses out there that would kill to have a reputation like Kappa Sigma just got. You can buy as many kegs and black lights as you want, but until you have kids hitting a bong in a corner and asking people ten minutes later where the orcs and the past two years of their life went you haven’t even scratched the surface of what it means to be a party frat. Of course we don’t know all the details of the case, and I’d hate to have the good name of this frat disgraced when there’s a chance the rest of these kids are all sober, innocent, chaste virgins who had no idea that the kids upstairs were running a fucking pharmacy out of their frat house. They probably don’t even know what weed smells like, assumed that their roommates just had a thing for fungi based cuisine, and figured that the steady stream of presumably elderly Chinese men with wispy grey mustaches constantly disappearing into Jule’s smoke filled bedroom for long periods of time were there because he ordered takeout a lot, not because of the opium. Either that or they turned a blind eye so they could have access to any drug they wanted at any time of a day a 10 foot walk down the hallway. But no, they probably had no idea. Glad justice was served.