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April 16th, 2000 An Anniversary...
hursday, April
20th, 2000 marks the first anniversary
of the Columbine High School massacre in Littleton, Colorado.
While
friends and family of the victims grieve and remember, news teams will
have their cameras rolling and a slew of news stories will appear,
discussing
what
went wrong. While digging through the files on my hard drive last week, I came across a letter that I had written not long after the incident. I'm not sure who would be the eventual recipient of this missive, but it never made it there. Rather than let it go to waste, I thought it would go to good use to post it here, and let everyone know exactly how I feel. It's an unfinished work, and will always remain that way; it gets the point across, and stands on it's own well enough. For best results, read it after you have become overwhelmed with sound bites and expert opinions. Play nice,
P.S. Lest I forget
to mention, my anti-scapegoating
campaign, The
Black Page
Project, is still alive, but not so well. If you
would like to
participate, and display a black page on your site this April 20th, go
to www.theescapist.com/blackpage.
Whenever a horrible crime like the Columbine shooting comes along, everyone is quick to trot out their scapegoats, like some kind of bizarre Westminster Dog Show. The parents of the victims blame the parents of the killers, for not watching their every move, like any good parents without jobs or other responsibilities can. Religious zealots are blaming the incident on the removal of prayer from schools, as if the propagation of their religious beliefs is the only thing keeping the entire nation from exploding in a blaze of chaos. The media blames practically everything else: the Goth scene (of which the killers were not actually a part), video games, movies, and music (which are enjoyed by millions of other teens who somehow resist the urge to waste their classmates), and even role-playing games (which have not even been proven to be a factor in this case, but they are such an easy target…). No one seems to see the real reason, the reason that even the government is powerless against. And it's right in front of our noses. When interviewed about the personalities of the suspects, most every one of the teenagers from Columbine High School called them "outcasts" and "loners." Many admitted to teasing them, calling them names, and generally making high school life miserable for them… they are even the ones who first coined the phrase "Trenchcoat Mafia," a term later used by the outcasts themselves as a badge of individuality. Don't get me wrong; I am certainly not suggesting that anyone "had it coming." While none of us who claim to be of sound mind can ever justify the massacre that was Columbine, it is painfully obvious that a fuse was lit. And the accompanying explosion was devastating. I speak from experience. I myself was an outcast, misunderstood by most of my classmates, and as a result, ridiculed constantly by them. I was called most every name in the book, pushed out of lunch lines, picked last for every team in gym class, and embarrassed and humiliated in countless ways. At times, a few of the teachers even joined in. When confronted with their acts by a teacher or the principal, the reaction of my tormentors was always a head-shaking, shoulder-shrugging plea of innocence, followed by even harsher treatment when the backs of authority were turned. One day, as I stood at the far end of the recess yard, minding my own business, I became the target of a good, old-fashioned stoning. Just like the kind you read about in the Bible, except that I had the chance to duck behind the gym teacher's car for protection. I didn't bother reporting it. The fact is, I fantasized about doing something similar in my school; running wild through the hallways, taking out any student or teacher who had ever given me trouble. The fact is, many of us do. The difference between us and the Columbine killers is that we are much more stable, mentally. Our fuses fizzled, to everyone's benefit. Five years ago, a friend informed me that our class was having a ten year reunion. I was surprised at first that I hadn't gotten an invitation; then, when I read my friend's, I discovered that my name had somehow dropped off of their list. Whether it was forgotten or deliberately omitted will always be a mystery to me, but either way, I'm glad. I'd much rather be forgotten by them. And, in a way, that's a damn shame. What have we learned from Columbine? What can we do to prevent another school shooting? Nothing if we do not make some serious changes, immediately. I'm not talking about taking videos off of store shelves, banning video games like Doom or Quake, burning Marilyn Manson records, or instating a nationwide mandatory waiting period for buying a handgun. These are not solutions; they only make us feel better by knowing that we've stopped someone from doing something of which we don't approve. I'm talking about treating people properly. Tell the people you love that you love them, and treat the rest with the respect that you would like to get from them. And as for the ones that you fear because they dress differently, or listen to strange music, or follow a different religion, or have a different skin color, or you generally can't understand them… leave them alone. Otherwise, you can never be certain whose fuse you are going to light… or how huge the explosion will be.
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