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.
Happy Birthday to the lovely, courageous and amazing Sue Klebold! Ever wise, beautiful and vibrant – she certainly makes 68 years look great! And her resilient spirit, compassion and wisdom is an inspiration to so many of us here in the often struggling TCC. With much ❤️ from all of us.
In honor of Sue’s special day, here are some excerpt of her last two birthdays spending time with Dylan.
March 25, 1998 – Dylan’s junior year
“When Dylan asked me what I wanted for my birthday at the end of March, I said I’d like some time alone with him. He took me out for breakfast. I tried to get him to talk about himself, but Dylan answered my questions as briefly as possible, then asked me about my job and my life. He was so adept at listening that I did not see how skillfully he turned the focus of the conversation away from himself. Before our pancakes were cold, I was babbling about my artwork, my job, and my dreams for the future without recognizing how deftly he had shielded his inner life.”
March 25, 1999 – Dylan’s senior year – exactly one month before the massacre
“For my fiftieth birthday, I arranged to meet a friend for a drink after work. I told Tom not to worry if I was late; I suspected my friend might be planning a get-together. Indeed, I found a dozen close friends and coworkers at the restaurant—plus Tom, who’d organized the party. The fact that he’d done such a kind thing warmed me. As I settled in for a conversation with my friends, Tom leaned over and warned me not to fill up on snacks. “We’re going out for dinner,” he whispered. Dylan and Byron were waiting for us at home, dressed up and ready to go. Byron presented me with a houseplant, and Dylan gave me a CD. Ruth and Don met us at the restaurant—yet another surprise. I was as happy that night as I can remember being, completely oblivious to the terrible disaster looming on the horizon.
Don took pictures as we were leaving the restaurant. Dylan had been quiet all evening, visibly self-conscious and uncomfortable as he always was in social situations, but polite—and, as usual, happy to have a good meal. In the pictures, which I saw for the first time only after his death, he looks annoyed.
Early the next morning, the three of us set off for Arizona. Although I’d slept barely a few hours, I was looking forward to spending time with Tom and Dylan. Tom relinquished the wheel to Dylan on the second day; we hoped to use the trip to help improve his highway skills. The first few hours were a trial. With his crooked glasses balanced on his nose, and his baseball cap turned backwards, Dylan tilted the seat back in a semi-reclining position and drove with only the index finger of his left hand touching the wheel. I sat in the backseat, clutching the door handle and praying silently until I finally asked him to slow down. Tom tried to keep both of us calm, though I noticed he did not need his usual reminder to fasten his seat belt.
Little by little, Dylan’s driving improved and he ended up driving for several hours. Eventually I was able to fall asleep, and when I woke up, Dylan was driving like a pro. He seemed pleased when I complimented him, though he was probably just happy I’d stopped nagging. He listened to techno CDs through earphones until Tom asked if he’d play something for us. Tom preferred jazz and I usually chose classical, so we were both surprised by how much we liked what he played. All of us were excited to see Colorado’s mountains give way to the desert vegetation. When Tom took the wheel, Dylan grabbed the camera so he could take pictures out of the car window, and said again how much he was looking forward to going to school in the desert……..”
Will forever wonder what that CD was that he got her and what song he played for his parents in the car that surprised/pleased them…
In honor of Sue’s 69th birthday today with much ❤️ from all of us.
Idk, maybe about 5′7 or 5′8? Since Eric and Dylan were the same height in 8th grade, and Eric grew probably just a smidge more in high school but Dylan shot up way past him.
They did. At separate times both had brought a pipe bomb into Blackjack to brag about how easy it is to make them. They were both told to remove it from the premise. Dylan even quit Blackjack soon after he was reprimanded for this in ‘97. Eric’s dad found out that Eric constructed a pipebomb and he confiscated it from Eric’s bedroom. According to Nate, Eric’s dad didn’t know what to do with it so the two had detonated it together somewhere. Dylan’s parents never knew he had a couple of pipebombs tucked away in his bedroom.
Per the crime scene photo, Eric’s lower body was sprawled out after he’d blew off his head with the shotgun. The kick from the shotgun likely pushed him back forcefully so he was laying flat and his upper torso off to the side. Dylan was in a kneeling position facing the direction of the library windows and directly below him on the floor was Eric’s legs, and farther back from his line of vision, was Eric’s torso and bloody pulp of a head. When Dylan shot himself, he fell forward landing face forward on the knee region of Eric’s pants. Dylan and Eric were both facing the windows when they shot themselves and were not facing one another.
In my opinion, it’s far more likely that Dylan suggested using their knives. And I answered this question before. Please E-C search ‘knife’ for a few posts on the reasoning.
I don’t think Dylan really had one, tbh. But of course, that really depends on how you define a ‘truest’ friend. Eric was with Dylan quite a lot and the two were tight, but I don’t think he was constructively supportive of Dylan or had his best interest in mind. Eric was loyal to Dylan but perhaps that was only contingent on Dylan not offending him in any number of ways that other friends had. Sure, Zack called Dylan nightly to talk while they played video games together over the internet. Even though from Dylan’s pov, he considered Zack to be his “best friend ever”, evidence points to Zack being rather two-faced where Dylan was concerned while in the company of others. Nate was a good friend of Dylan’s but I get the feeling he didn’t get too deep with Dylan as far as really talking about things and being a supportive friend about serious matters. Nate and Dylan had a good time together, and he was over Dylan’s house the most out of all of his friends so often that Sue personally considered Nate to be her son’s best friend. Devon appeared to have heart-to-heart convos with Dylan but it may have been the case that she was confiding in him more than he ever did with her. So, he was supportive of her but it’s hard to say how much she supported him through his own problems. I think probably Nate and Devon were probably the closest to a “truest friend” in terms of being positive influences in his life but ultimately all the right ingredients in one supportive, loyal friend to make them ‘the truest’ was not something he really had.
You’re right, I already answered this one. 😉 My feeling is that Dylan knew what Eric had done without having to even risk looking back at him. He experienced Eric’s death with his other senses besides full-on visuals. That way he could stay focused on executing his own death. He was now all alone, gun in hand, with his figurative back up against the wall. It was now or never. See here.
Yeah, it possibly could be Phil since the redacted bit of the name is not very long. The entry is dated 11/3/97 and Dylan had already been working at Blackjack pizza and would’ve known Phil by then and the connections he had.
The Everlasting Contrast 