Yes, the Ever-lasting contrast. Since existence has known, the 'fight' between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good. My fav. contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much – the battle between good & bad never ends… Here we ponder on the tragedy of Dylan Klebold.
I think everything was happening so fast that morning when it started that there was no time to stop, look and consider anything. Had they, had he been soft from the get-go and felt an immediate twinge of regret for Rachel it would’ve been a doomed mission. And Dylan’s goal was primarily to exit this place for good. What happened in the next hour didn’t matter any more. Overall, there was a complete numbness and apathy about Dylan’s demeanor and in contrast to Eric who was more jacked and edgy – especially the day before. Once NBK, got started on the south-west lawn, Dylan, like Eric, was on auto-pilot, carrying out the mission that they’d planned for many months. It was now or never. He may have momentarily seen who Eric took his first rapid-fire pot shots at but he was too focusing on his own start to NBK, that ‘shaking like a leaf’ and chompin’ at the bit at the start line pumped up rush to begin what he needed to do to reek havoc and cause the most damage,destruction and death as possible. So, no, he was not focusing on Rachel falling helplessly to the ground nor did he have the time to feel a twinge of remorse for her had he heard her cry out helplessly. This was not a time to have the impulse to save lives but to take them. You have to realize too that both had prepared themselves for this moment. They had talked themselves into hardening and callousing themselves into killing machines, to not feel any remorse for their enemies nor the collateral damage that would/could unfortunately happen to people they knew and were meh, kinda ok about (as with Rachel and Dylan) or even those they liked well enough as their own friends. They could not let such things interfere, to get in the way of their Fuck All mission.
No, Dylan didn’t support Communism, he wore the hammer and sickle Soviet pin on his boot “Just to get a reaction out of people”. Eric liked the sense of empowerment he felt reading and fantasizing about the Nazis but it’s a misconception to assume he was seriously on the road to white supremacist, fascist Nazism. He was playing at it by engrossing himself in the subject and obsessing over it because it made him feel just a wee bit more in control of his own life. They both got their kicks with the shock value of flaunting their against-the-grain, non-specific politic, visual statements on campus to garner themselves that ‘fear and respect of what you don’t understand’ reputation among their conservative, primarily christian peers. I’ve go into detail about this subject here .
Hmm, well I think it is normal for any teenager to keep a secret journal no matter what decade it is – boy or girl. Also, I do not tend to think that Dylan really thought he was ‘keeping a journal’ , it was more like his head was about to explode and so he felt the urge to download his chaotic thoughts and feelings onto his ordinary, generic notepad. He was not a very consistent journaler because in all of the approximate two years he wrote an entry it was often with many skipped months. His ‘journal’ is a snapshot at best but not a very complete one. Yet, even though his ‘journal’ is tiny, there is quite a bit of his most genuine essence super-condensed within that enigmatic, esoteric snapshot. Dylan’s is unique too because he spent next to no more than a couple paragraphs dwelling on the petty daily minutia which is what bothers many teenagers enough to write about regularly to purge and process certain experiences out of their system. Eric, intentionally started his journal as a foreshadowing component for NBK, written not for himself but his audience that would discover it after his F bomb statement was made to the world and upon his suicide exit. The content of his ‘journal’ is more of a manifesto than anything vulnerable or personable about himself. Oh, sure it was a cathartic release value for his general pent up anger but he jacked it up a few notches to paint himself the remorseless bad ass coupled with his plotted plans for destruction and a singular conviction of payback intent for maximum shock value of public consumption. That said, I don’t see either as truly fitting the description of ‘teenage boys keeping a (regular) journal’ of their lives and problems..
The cremated remains are with the families and possibly scattered though I tend to think the former. With a grave site comes a record of some sort and there is no way that either parents would risk the possibility of their sons’ graves being discovered and defiled or made into sick shrines.
Despite how unclear this published family photo is, it’s amazing how similar Dylan and his mom’s facial features are. The nose and big chin and the bunched up smile and cheeks and slightly deep set eyes. He definitely favors Sue just a bit more in features over his father.
Also, note that Dylan had on a necklace even back when he was a little guy. Unlike his black beaded cloth necklace, this one appearance to be a circular medallion of some sort. It’s just a little tidbit I honed in on the other day while studying this photo more closely. Given how nostalgic Dylan tended to be, it might even be possible that he reused the necklace string as seen here, for his beaded cloth necklace in future years. It certainly would be in keeping with the way he recycled the emblems on his worn out ball caps onto a brand new one. i wonder at the circular medallion too – it’s got to be something special that mom made as an artist or dad gave to him, a lucky piece of some sort that he always wore, even back then as a kid.
“Only a handful of people came to say goodbye to Dylan Klebold. His long, skinny body fit awkwardly into the cardboard casket where it would lie until cremation. His hands were folded on his chest, and stuffed animals surrounded him. His family and few friends shared memories, the happy ones about Dylan the Boy Scout, Dylan the Little Leaguer, Dylan the wrestler. There was his mother Susan’s favorite story: One afternoon, Dylan, age 10, came running back from the creek with a pile of leeches. Normally unflappable, Klebold’s mother was disgusted by her son’s blood-sucking treasures; Dylan loved it, the fun of grossing out Mom. For those who attended the service, it was as if Dylan’s life had ended at age 12, not five years later in a murderous rampage that left 12 students, a teacher, and the two killers dead, and a nation grieving and groping for answers. That wasn’t the young man Susan Klebold raised. “This monster,” she told her hairdresser, Dee Grant, tears coming down her cheeks, “was not the son I knew.” – Exorcising the Pain By Betsy Streisand and Angie Cannon
Capricorns unite! ♑️👊🏻🐐 and thank you. 😊💞 You mean, do I, personally, think he’d be the “perfect” boyfriend? No, and far from it. There’d be work..oh yes, lol. It’s a bit unrealistic as there’s no such thing as ‘perfection’ with anyone, you know? He had a mood disorder with his spiraling depression and that’s nothing to gloss over exactly. But I’ll settle for perfectly imperfect and just this earnest, head-over-heals heartfelt quality about him as boyfriend along with those foibles. 😜 There’d be those sullen, quiet moods of his, and oh, the annoying af clamming up – the bottling up of stuff he’d do. I answered a few asks on envisioning Dylan as a realistic boyfriend here and here.
Sue might know the name of the girl but probably doesn’t know a whole lot about her. And I really don’t think Sue would divulge that information in order to preserve the girl’s privacy. Can you imagine how she’d be looked up and hounded by people? Marla Faust was only speculated to be the girl he was referring to (by an author) and It’s bad enough that her name and face has become forever intertwined with Dylan on google searches. She has experienced more than her fair share of people attempting to friend her on social media all to pump her for personal Dylan information. So, no, I think Sue is a class act and will be remaining discreet about such private things and so won’t be revealing The Girl’s name in her book.
Oh, yeah. Dylan started playing Mortal Kombat with Brooks Brown and his younger brother Aaron in the sixth grade. First battle, Brooks played Scorpion, Aaron, Sub Zero and Dylan, Kano. Dylan lost to Aaron as Sub-Zero ripping Kano’s head off which had the boys laughing in stitches at the bloody visuals sound effects.
The Everlasting Contrast 