everytime I’m on your blog vast – beautiful starts to play and it makes me cry so fucking hard. it’s so fucked up, how do you deal with the pain? we wouldn’t even know about dylan and eric if they weren’t dead, but on the other hand… I mean I’m at a point that I can’t deal with all of this. what am I going to do? I’m just so fucking sad.

Maybe stop listening to Beautiful by VAST ? ;). No, but in all seriousness: researching Columbine and exploring every aspects of these two boys can be both rewarding but also dangerous at times. We’re pulled towards them out of aspects of ourselves that are unresolved. The empathy for them can be overwhelming and sometimes you don’t know where you begin with their end. When the sadness becomes too great – and let’s face it, this subject is very sad and dark, it means that it’s time to just step back and take a bit of a break from this. It’s important to feel your feelings in response to the boys because it’s a processing that you’re doing for yourself but when you’ve become so emotionally entangled as you are at this point, (and believe me, I understand that’s it’s hard not to be), you need to redirect your energy and distract with other things in your life. Focus on what makes you happy. I’m sure Dylan himself wouldn’t want you to wallow on down his downward spiral right on his heels. He suffered many years ago but he’s free of that now and so he wouldn’t want any of us to bare that burden for him by echoing the despair he endured many years ago. See his tragedy, in all the suffering he endured, and his inability to cope in this life, as your opportunity to do better for/by him.

So..
Stay with us my darling, Tomorrow is a brighter day
Stay with us my darling, There are so many things to love…

You are so beautiful to me, you are so beautiful to everyone
There are so many things to see, You are so beautiful to me

Ah. Not an ask. Just wanted to thank you for your blog. You’re very insightful & I appreciate your perspective. In my search for info about Columbine and Eric and Dylan, your writing has been some of the most helpful and objective that I have encountered. Thank you, thank you! (Side note: I can’t submit an ask through my Columbine related account, but I see no reason to be anonymous either. It’s just kind of a bummer that tumblr works this way!)

Thank you for stopping by to say that you find E-C insightful/informative; it’s always a rare treat getting positive feedback off anon too. 🙂

Regarding DJ Spooky, do you think he dug tracks like Post Human Sophistry, Synchronic Disjecta, or the tracks with kool keith (Dr. Octagon, who they reportedly liked).

Totes. The DJ Spooky that Subliminal Kid Riddim Warefare was a sticker on Dyl’s BMW.  So, you know he was down with those tunes enough to showcase the album on his VoDkA Mobile. See here   

Reminds me that I’ll have to do a Dyl’s jams DJ Spooky post. 🙂

lovernotfighter1982:

everlasting-contrast:

everlasting-contrast:

rainflesh:

“A day does not pass that I do not feel a sense of overwhelming guilt–both for the myriad of ways I failed Dylan and for the destruction that he left in his wake… I think often of watching [fourth-grade] Dylan do origami… I loved to make a cup of tea and sit quietly beside him, watching his hands moving as quickly as hummingbirds, delighted to see Dylan turn a square of paper into a frog or a bear or a lobster. I’d always marvel at how something as straightforward as a piece of paper can be completely transformed with only a few creases, to become suddenly replete with new significance. Then I’d marvel at the finished form, the complex folds hidden and unknowable to me. In many ways, that experience mirrors the one I would have after Columbine. I would have to turn what I thought I knew about myself, my son, and my family inside out and around, watching as a boy became a monster, and then a boy again.”

Sue Klebold, A Mother’s Reckoning

Aww..Thanks for fulfilling my request @rainflesh  Wow, you did that super fast and I’d only asked you just yesterday evening. haha  It’s so perfect and lovely. ❤ Makes me teary eyed. So grateful you’re here on the tag to help bring these memories and anecdotes to life for all of us!   

I feel like somehow this needs to be sent to Sue…………  ❤

Seems so apropos that this delicate beautiful rendering of a memory recently posted on her website would be, sent along with all of our names in a show of support for her courageous move to open up to the public about her boy that became a monster and then a boy again…  

Does she have a website @everlasting-contrast?

Sue has a professional website for her book release:

 amothersreckoning.com

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Columbine shooter’s mother still cringes at idea of copycats

DENVER – Sue Klebold doesn’t break down in tears anymore when she learns about another mass shooting. The attacks have become too common in the 17 years since her own son killed 12 of his classmates and a teacher at Columbine High School in Colorado.

Now, she is analytical, wondering if the gunman hid weapons at home the way her son Dylan did. Whether there were warning signs like the ones she missed with him.

Most painfully, Klebold wonders if the shooter used images of her son and details of his crime, still widely available online, as a model to gain fame through the slaughter of innocent people.

“Every time I see a photograph of Dylan on the (Columbine) surveillance tapes, I cringe,” Klebold said. “Because every time that occurs somewhere there is a disenfranchised individual that is using that as a blueprint.”

Klebold spoke to The Associated Press on Tuesday, a week after the release of her memoir, “A Mother’s Reckoning: Living in the Aftermath of Tragedy,” exploring the causes of her son’s violence and ways to prevent future attacks through mental health awareness.

Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris opened fire at the suburban Denver school on April 20, 1999, killing 13 people before taking their own lives. Another 24 people were injured in the attack.

Sue Klebold knew her son had some problems but wrote in her book that she dismissed them as teenage angst while he quietly plotted the killings and detailed the depths of his pain in journals she only discovered after his death.

“I wish I had learned how to communicate differently with him and how to listen better,” Klebold said. “I wish I had realized that things can seem perfectly fine when they are not, and the other lesson I wish I had learned is to shut up and listen.”

With the book, Klebold said she tried to commemorate his life without glamorizing his troubled final years in a way that would inspire copy cats.

In the years after the Columbine attack, she and her ex-husband Tom Klebold vigorously fought the release of videos that her son and Harris filmed in her basement that offered glimpses of their methods and motives. The parents worried that the details would offer a roadmap for future violence.

Other mass killers have been obsessed with the Columbine attack, drawing on a wealth of information in books and movies, fan websites dedicated the shooters, and even a Broadway show. Klebold said she still receives mail from young women across the country professing their love for her son.

To Klebold, conversations in the media and elsewhere that followed other mass shootings have been frustrating. They seemed to dwell on the gory, voyeuristic details of a shooter’s life while avoiding the larger problems that made the person want to kill and allowed it to happen.

She said she published her book after finally mustering the courage at a time when the public seemed eager to talk about violence and mental health.

“People who engage in acts such as this are not well, they are having significant malfunction going on,” she said. “This is the result of a mental or brain health condition that escalated to a stage-four lethal condition.”

She is donating any profits from the book to mental health charities and research, hoping for solutions that will help parents and professionals spot and thwart signs of trouble. That could be as simple as doctors’ offices requiring mental health screenings during routine checkups or having school officials undergo suicide-awareness training, she said.

Speaking out has been cathartic, she said. And some victims found it helpful to hear from her, too.

Coni Sanders, whose father, Dave Sanders, a Columbine teacher, was killed in the attack, said it’s a relief to hear a less sensational conversation about the shooting.

“We seek answers, and she doesn’t have a magic answer for what happened, and people needed to know that,” Sanders said. “There is no magic answer. These are important issues that we need to continue to look at.” [Source]

I speak out firmly against following in the footsteps of Eric and Dylan and will continue to do so for as long as I live. Not a hair on my head would consider voicing support of their actions or affirming their godlike delusions. They need to topple from their pedestal and be seen for who they were: scared, angry, insecure, awkward, petulant children. Not heroes. Not monsters. Just human beings.

Inside the Church of Columbine Part 1

thedragonrampant:

I thought that I would share this here as well! It’s the first part of a very long and quite detailed look at our community here on Tumblr, which has none of the usual bias we have faced before and therefore hopefully provides a nicer view of us than is customary. I responded to the request for an interview myself and am therefore also featured in the article! I was surprised to see that I was its only in-depth responder, but very pleased to read that my own words remained unaltered throughout. Go take a look, you guys! It’s worth the read. =) (And nah, I’m not just saying that because I’m in it.. haha.)

You go girl ! Well spoken for the lot of us. ❤

Inside the Church of Columbine Part 1

Dyl intently focused on possibly origami, legos or some sort of toy that intricately fastens together.

I think often of watching Dylan do origami. Whereas most paper folders are meticulous about lining up the edges, fourth-grade Dylan tended to be more slapdash, and his figures were sometimes sloppy. But he’d only have to see a complicated pattern once to be able to duplicate it.

I loved to make a cup of tea and sit quietly beside him, watching his hands moving as quickly as hummingbirds, delighted to see Dylan turn a square of paper into a frog or a bear or a lobster. I’d always marvel at how something as straightforward as a piece of paper can be completely transformed with only a few creases, to become suddenly replete with new significance. Then I’d marvel at the finished form, the complex folds hidden and unknowable to me.

In many ways, that experience mirrored the one I would have after Columbine. I would have to turn what I thought I knew about myself, my son, and my family inside out and around, watching as a boy became a monster, and then a boy again.

Origami is not magic. Even the most complex pattern is knowable, something that can be mapped and understood. So it is, too, with brain illness and violence, and this mapping is the work we must now do. Depression and other types of brain disorders do not strip someone of a moral compass, and yet these are potentially life-threatening diseases that can impair judgment
and distort a person’s sense of reality. We must turn our attention to researching and raising awareness about these diseases—and to dispelling the myths that prevent us from helping those who most need it. We must do so, not only for the sake of the afflicted, but also for the innocents who will continue to register as their casualties if we do not. 

One thing is certain: when we can do a better job of helping people.

– Sue Klebold, A Mother’s Reckoning

It’s kinda surprising how Dylan was laughing, having fun, and acting sadistic during the shooting. You would expect that from Eric, but not Dylan. Dylan didn’t shoot anyone the first few minutes, he let a bunch of cafeteria kids go, and Eric fired waaaay more bullets than he did. But it all changed when they got to the library, that’s when he started to kill and enjoy it, he was taunting kids, he even told Eric to shoot someone. Why did he change his demeanor when they got to the library?

Eric jumped right in with the kills and slowed down mid way through the library.
while conversely, Dylan spent time slowly warming up at the start of the massacre so by the time he made it into the library, along side Eric, he had psyched himself up to full-on killing. Once the two stepped into the library together, the dynamic was a sold force combined. For a very brief point in time hey were sympatico as the two encouraged one other while shooting randomly in tandem and mocking people with racial slurs and insults. They essentially played off each other almost as if they were doing a live action version of Doom, detached and amused by the acts they were actually committing at last.  After Eric broke his nose while shooting Cassie Bernall, he began to lose momentum and wind down while Dylan, who was uninjured. was feeling fine and in top form and the in the killers mood that he initially slowly acclimated to. He was even ballsy enough to encourage Eric to shoot Bree Pasquele as Eric was having a verbal confrontation with her but by then Eric  had lost the thrill as he was wonky and in pain and declined as he preferred the bombs do the job for them.  

Though, I have to ask: why would you expect Eric to be more of a showman at NBK than Dylan?  

They both set out to ‘have fun’ and each were both sadistic in their own way.  Let’s not forget that these two boys chose this date to kill, planned for months with the specific goal to maim and kill people for the enjoyment of revenge?  So, It should not be all too surprising that Dylan appeared to have a good time doing what he did either.  Why would anyone plan a massacre that long and have a miserable time shooting people along side their buddy?  No. The two meant for it to be them together having the last laugh with this foul school and it’s obnoxious, stuck up culture which messed them up and ruined them. They would ruin back and enjoy doing so before they pulled the plug.

Didn’t Veik admire Eric?

I tend to think that it’s blatantly obvious that, yes, Veik, secretly looked up to Eric and that’s why Eric is in focus and always on the receiving end of Veik’s camera. Veik hung out with the boys and he was always enlisted by E & D to do their video filming for them but he was never really a part of their inner circle even though he spent time around them. In Hitmen for Hire, he plays the bullied, wimpy kid that gets to interact with tough guy trenchcoat mercenary REB Harris and in Radioactive Clothing, Veik plays that extra blurry faced character usually standing between E & D and watching them vicariously. When the massacre happened, Veik seemed so shocked, distraught and beside himself that the two actually went ahead and made good on all what he assumed was just idle, big talk of their plans of destruction. Eventually, by October of ‘99, Eric Veik himself was leaking to students that he was planning to ‘finish what they started’. Veik was arrested and probably sent to a juvenile rehab for his violent intent. Imo, yes, short, nerdy (and likely also bullied) Eric Veik secretly admired Eric Harris and what he had the balls to pull off.