Tag: Devon Adams
Wow, have you seen Devons recent post talking about Dylan? It’s so sad.
I have, yes. 😕 Devon is such an eloquent writer and always has such a beautiful way with words. I figured I would share her public message here with all of you…💖
Hey #walkupnotout
As a survivor, I live every day with thinking what I could have done differently. Having been friends with a murderer, how did I fail? How did my actions or inactions lead to the murder of my friends? Could I have told Dylan I loved him and would that have stopped him? What if I had spent more time with him? What if I had swallowed my fear and dislike of Eric?
What if what if what if? My rational brain says that it’s highly unlikely that I would have had any effect on what happened. But I still march. And I still speak out. And I spend every April 20th practising and advocating for kindness. I can’t live in regret, I can only use my experience to press forward.
Stop victim blaming. And stop discouraging social discourse – especially about difficult subjects like the senseless murder of children. Protest, activism, and awareness are not mutually exclusive to kindness and compassion.Walk out.
Walk up. I walk with each of you.
March 14, 2018
Do you know where i can watch the video of Devon talking? With her black onyx ring?? I can’t seem to find the actual video
Poor Dev. 😦 Columbine has really taken a toll on her over the many years in light of these mass shooting that echo her past.
Hello Miss E-C. I’m sure you’ve seen the mini interview Devon Adams gives about the recent shooting. Have you noticed she’s wearing an onyx ring? Or at least it looks like it. I think that’s so beautiful and sad :'( I just wanted to share that. Have a lovely night.<3
Yes, I most certainly did notice her ring! 🙂 I’m pleased that some of you guys noticed too and sent me a message. 💖 The quick snippet shows what appears to be an onyx ring on her ring hand finger which looks to be square-shaped and more feminine style than Dyls. If we were to assume that she wore it as a kind of personal remembrance for the best friend she lost to violence and suicide..after yet another one of these mass shooting tragedy over the 19 years.. how very poignant that all would be. 😔

Would it be possible that the acronyme Dylan wrote is about Devon and not Marla or any other girl ? They were good friends but after reading your last posts I have a doubt
Well, months ago I used Dylan’s Acrostic for Devon’s name seeing as she, like Marla, also had ten letters to her name. I did it just on a whim along with another name to see whether it might ‘click’ perfectly or not. But I honestly don’t think some of the letters work as a comfortable fit for the words you can piece together within Dylan’s broken out sentences. Below is what I constructed. And, as you can see, it isn’t too terribly hard to make any 10 letter name fit in a way that makes some sort of reasonable sense.. if you ponder long and hard enough on some of them. 😉 For example: 2, 5, 6, 7 and 8 were a bit of a stretch. 6. was difficult and I don’t really see Dylan using ‘ardently’ (just a skosh too antiquated.. even for Dylan) but I was hard pressed to conjure another word. 8. Just doesn’t fit the bill. But, ultimately, I don’t think Devon’s name is ‘the right one’. It’s a bit of a case of Cinderella’s slipper not quite fitting, methinks. Plus, I honestly just don’t think that Dylan wrote the acrostic for Devon even if he did love her very genuinely as a close friend. I just don’t think he ever saw Devon as a possibility romantically speaking even if he had a bit of endeared crush on her out of the validation and trust she gave him. He was seeking a ‘true love’ of his own as he viewed Zack as finding that in Devon. He wished for a girl very much like Devon in qualities though, I think, yes.
I would imagine some of you will come up with some other word combos for some of these..which, of course, I would love to hear. 🙂
1. _ D___ is for the ___Devoted_____ joy she gives me.
2. __E___ is for how she ___Eternally leaves____ me helpless with her
beautiful gaze.
3. __V___ is for the ____Vulnerable___ moments she share with me.
4. __O___ is for the ____One____ found love that I’ve been looking for all my life.
5. __N___ is for the __Nature_____ of us as a couple.
6. __A___ how ___Ardently_____I hope to spend time with her.
7. __D___ how she is the ___Dearest____ one I love, that I have ever loved.
8. __A___ is for the _____Air_______ where we can look at the stars.
9. __M___ How ____Magnificently_____ beautiful she is.
10. _S___ Her ____Sass_____ for everything she does.
hey! first off, I’d like to say i absolutely adore your blog!! in the question you just recently answered regarding Dylan and Devon’s friendship, you mentioned that there was a piece of writing that strongly makes you feel as though he is writing about her, which piece of writing do you believe that was? <33
What piece of writing makes you strongly think he was talking about Devon? Btw you’re awesome💖
Sorry, I’m rather late on posting this. It’s been a loooong day. But I haven’t forgotten your requests! ❤
So, without further adieu…
Here is the passage that I feel as though a very anguished, regretful, beside-himself Dylan wrote this secret apology to his best friend, Devon, pleading for her absolution after they bickered and he walked off steamed. His frantic hand scrawled with raw emotions surfacing as he was probably half drunk and feeling utterly anguished, beating himself up over how he felt he horribly acted with her and messed everything up. His giant, repetitive declarations of LOVE are stamped everywhere, like a mantra, as if to declare the depth of his caring for Devon. It’s the equivalent to someone shouting the words tormentedly to someone that cannot hear them at all from a distance. Devon is Zacks girl..and Dylan is resigned that he and Devon can only ever be friends because of the circumstances of fate.. but regardless, he loves this friend of his immensely all the same…but he’s made a big mess of things as the giant asshole that he was to her. She seems sad to him. Can he ever make things right again between them?, he worries in his mind. He will try, always, to be better. Can his ❤ repair his misactions and set everything right again?
This apology note may have been written after this spat specifically or perhaps some other moment where the two butt heads. Note, the redacted blacked out name would comfortably fit ‘Devon.‘

I am _SO_
sorry… I see I have made
you sad, & fucked us up somehow
I will try … always .. I will always
love you, please know this …
Love
me.
I love you. I LOVE YOU
I L O V E YOU ! (over the entire note)
-Dylan Klebold
Changes beget Choices
March 1998
An attempt at distancing Eric…
“It took two months for the Diversion program to begin. In the meantime, Tom and I worked together to tighten the reins at home. We created a curfew schedule, limited Dylan’s social activities, took away his computer keyboard, and restricted his driving privileges. We searched his room regularly, and told him he could not spend any free time with Eric. He was expected to spend time with us, and to be cooperative when he did. Work and his participation in plays at the school were constructive influences, and he would continue to be able to do those things.
Dylan did make efforts to extricate himself from the relationship with Eric. My guilt about this, in particular, fills me with despair. After the two boys got into trouble in their junior year, Dylan made an attempt to distance himself, and he asked for my help. We developed an internal shorthand: If Eric called to ask Dylan to do something, he’d say, “Let me ask my mom,” and shake his head at me. I’d say, loudly enough to be heard on the other end of the line, “I’m sorry, but you can’t go out tonight, Dylan. You promised you’d clean your room/do your homework/join us for dinner.”
At the time, I was simply happy that Dylan wanted distance. I had told both my sons they always use me as an excuse in an emergency. I was thinking particularly of drinking and driving, but I meant any unsafe situation. So I was pleased, not only that Dylan had taken me up on my long-standing offer, but that he’d found a way to separate from his friend without hurting Eric’s feelings.
After I saw the dynamic between Eric and Dylan on the Basement Tapes, I found myself revisiting this episode in a new light. If Dylan didn’t want to go out with Zack or Nate or Robyn or any of his other friends, he simply told them so: “Nah, I can’t this weekend. I need to write this paper.” Only with Eric did he need me to bail him out. I never wondered about that or thought to ask Dylan: “Why can’t you just say no?” Asking for my help seemed like a sign of his good judgment, but afterward I realized that it was a portent of something much more disturbing. It was a sign I had missed until it was too late..”
– Sue Klebold
Summer 1997 and 1998
Zack distancing Dylan – Dylan aligning with Eric – Eric distancing Zack
“The Subject stated that during that summer (’97), he (Zack Heckler) had met a girl identified as Devon and that ht two of them spent a lot of time together. The subject stated that he went to Pennsylvania for two weeks during this summer and that during that time, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold had built their first pipe bomb.
The subject stated that this past summer, 1998, Eric Harris really didn’t like him for some unknown reason, but the subject stated that he was still good friends with Dylan Klebold.” – Zack Heckler from the 11k
June 1998
Dylan writes…

me
6-10-98
i think i don’t care
Forever fate, up & down spiral
1.5 human years … so much changed in small time, my
friends (at my choice) are depleting & collapsing under
each other (Eric & redacted (Zack) ) like I thought they would, I am ready to be with [redacted] The ups & downs
of fate are forever, good & bad equal me. ‡
the lost highway, downward spiral never end. existence
is like infinity times itself.
—
..the dynamic is solidified; the wheels are set in motion……
At last! I’ve located the 60 Minutes interview featuring that Nate Dykeman interview. Among other goodies; 🙂
1:12 sharper senior photos of Eric posed by the bench
30:04 – Brooks Brown, Randy and Judy Brown interviews
35:51 – two more clearer Eric senior photo
34:02 – Nate Dykeman interview (yes that one!)
34:44 – Devon Adams interview – reported Eric to the school; clearly no love.
I found this 60 minutes to be pretty interesting thorough show. They really pursue and demonstrate to us how unquestionably poor Jeffco police/SWAT handled Columbine. Lives were lost due to their lack of action. They justify it as following the protocol they had in place which is basically a passive ‘wait and see’ response but no adequate excuses can be given to justify the lives that were lost because of their lack of flexibility in an emergency situation. Their fuck up cost their own children’s lives. Some of those cops had children in that school too! The poor parents, two years in and filled with grief, still do not understand how police could’ve stayed outside waiting hours to get the green light to go into the school and do their job. Even then, the cops went in on the far/east side of the school (where none of the action occurred) and slowly combed through. Such a waste of time and resources. Today, Eric and Dylan would not at all have had the upper hand they were given by the authorities back in ‘99. It’s amazing when you think of E and D walking around lazily in the cafeteria trying to get the bombs to explode when they could clearly see the cops surrounding the school from the cafeteria windows. They must have continually wondered why in the back of their minds that no confrontation was happening. They were ruling the roost for far longer than any school shooter today would be allowed to.
Reconciling the Dualism within Dylan
The fifteen/thirteen debate came up again when I met with seventeen-year-old Devon Adams, who was completing her junior year at Columbine. She had been a good friend of Dylan Klebold and was part of a small circle of CHS students who had met regularly since May 1999 to work through the tragedy by writing poetry. Because of her friendship with Klebold, it had been difficult for her to express her grief through the standard avenues, such as school assemblies or memorial tiles.
Devon wrote a poem called “A Blessing” in which she struggled to reconcile two Dylans. There was the kind and playful Dylan she remembered, who used to bounce balls off her head in the swimming pool and who wore a goofy Hawaiian shirt to her “murder mystery” sixteenth birthday party, playing Les Baggs the Tourist. Then there was the other Dylan–the one who hid semiautomatic weapons under his trench coat and laughed after calling Isaiah Shoels a racial epithet.
When, during her junior year, Rachel had performed a pantomime called “Who Nailed Him There?” about the man who put the nails in Jesus’ hands and feet to secure him to the cross, the background music cut out midway through her performance. She continued without the music. When the music finally came back on, it picked up where she was in the routine. Dylan Klebold was the sound technician that day and some have speculated that he might have purposefully sabotaged her performance. But Devon Adams, who was a friend of Rachel and Dylan, was in the sound booth with him when it happened. She said Dylan rescued Rachel’s performance. "He was freakin’ out,“ she said. "He’s going, ‘Stupid tape!’ Rachel kept going, and he tried his best to get it back up. It was just a bad tape. He got it to work better than it had been. He adjusted the levels a little bit and it came out okay.” Devon said Rachel was “a wreck” after that performance but that she thanked Dylan for fixing the tape. "That was the only time I ever saw her cry,“ she said. [
p. 183 ]
As part of her grieving process, Devon planted a tree and wrote about it in the poem ‘A Blessing’ excerpted ( see above).
Her longing for absolute understanding was a prayer everyone in the community seemed to utter at some point, but it was a longing that for many remained unmet. Devon’s frustration was real: In all of the community-sponsored healing events, two names never came up. To most people, there was only that one Dylan, the evil one. "There are people who won’t accept that he was a friend to people, that he was nice, smart, gentle. Some won’t hear about it,“ she said.
Still, Devon did not cling to sentimental remembrances of her lost friend, as if to absolve him of his crimes. She was in math class when the shooting started and escaped quickly without encountering the killers. She reached safety and was listening to news reports that included descriptions of the killers, but no names. "I knew immediately that it was Eric, and when I heard the description of the other boy, I knew it had to be Dylan,” she said. Devon returned to the school and went to police to identify her friend as one of the killers.
“I have never tried to defend Dylan, ever. There’s nothing to defend. What he did was wrong and I can never make excuses or defend that,” she said. "The boys had to be punished. They did something terribly wrong and they hurt so many people,“ she said. But Devon felt frustrated that the people of one church condemned Eric and Dylan to hell but “were never willing to talk about it.” That is, she felt that church–and others–seemed unwilling to talk about the other Dylan and Eric, the human beings. She said, “I felt sorry for any kid who knew them in that church. It was harsh.”
This was when she brought up the cross controversy. “Those [two] crosses were in no way there to glorify them. They were there as a memorial for their friends. They were our friends, and we’re allowed to mourn too. By ripping down those crosses, people were saying that we weren’t allowed to mourn. According to the Bible, Christ died on the cross for all sins,“ said Devon. She felt that destroying the two crosses implied that Christ died for all sins–except Eric’s and Dylan’s.
Day of Reckoning: Columbine and the Search for America’s Soul by Wendy Murray Zoba [ p. 196-198 ]
Devon Adams: Articles / Comments
I recently found this article commentary by Devon on what constitutes ‘Evil’ and decided it was definitely post worthy. 🙂 Any future articles I find of hers will post with this title above^^ for easy searching.
Her response to this article:
Evil, Freedom and Forgiveness: Two Years After the Shootings In Norris Hall, A VT Professor and Student Challenge The Nature of Evil Itself
Miss Dev – APR 17, 2009
Thank you for that. One of my arguments from very soon after the shootings at Columbine were that we needed to find forgiveness for the shooters and their families and friends. This is a call that has been widely ignored.
After the shootings at Columbine, many people said that Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were “evil.” I struggled with that not only because I knew them and I knew that Dylan, in particular, was not “evil.” It was discovered that both young men, documentably Eric and anecdotally (and with post-mortem psychological investigation) Dylan had severe mental health issues. Even with this information, I believe that a conscious choice was made to commit the shootings and thus, as I understand it, their actions would be evil. Or, because of their mental illnesses, would their actions not be evil?
Another situation to ponder are the actions of certain community members after Columbine (and to this day) who refuse to allow any public recognition of the grief experienced by the friends and family of Eric and Dylan. One event in particular, the two crosses erected for them being ripped out of the ground, stands as a symbol. To me, the man who put up 15, rather than 13, crosses was acting out a great act of love that brought comfort to those of us laden with guilt and grief that we couldn’t express for fear of retaliation (emotional or physical). The act of ripping those crosses out of the ground was an act of pure, raw anger. It was an act done out of selfishness, intolerance, and hatred towards not only the killers, but everyone who wanted to mourn them, but couldn’t. To me, that act and the exclusions that have followed have caused incalculable pain to myself and others. But there’s no word for that act. There’s no “classifying” term. I’m not saying that the act was evil, but if I understand the definition correctly (no guarentee there), these are acts committed by a group of people acting selfishly with the intent of injurying others (emotionally) – so that would place this in the realm of evil.
Or does evil only exist where there is physical harm?
I know that was a bit rambling, but I am having trouble organizing my brain at the moment. A summary, of sorts: having seen so much “easily” definable evil, I wonder about these things that cause irreparable harm, but that no one seems to think are wrong but those who are on the receiving end.
Thank you for your time, Courts. And you were certainly in my thoughts yesterday.
—-
Courts APR 17, 2009
As you are in mine. Thank you for that–I’d say that it hasn’t been an easy week but no week is easy.
Dylan and Eric weren’t evil and what they did wasn’t evil. Pre-meditated? Sure. Caused by mental illness? Possibly. But, in the end, they were criminals who committed a terrible and horrific crime.
In Columbine, very angry, very hurt individuals tore down crosses. In Blacksburg, very angry, very hurt individuals refused to lay a stone for Cho.
Both fly in the face of the kinds of forgiveness and compassion that grant understanding and transcendence.
But you’ve hit on an important point–we argue that evil is wrought upon the bodies of victims. Baumeister, who wrote a book about evil, talks about “white collar evil.” The concept is ludicrous. There is no evil without, as you say, physical harm.
There are, obviously, many facets to our understanding of evil–the notion of the political and modernism, anxiety and loss, intent and choice, group dynamics, dehumanization and ideology, physical harm. Together I think they give us a better understanding of evil.
But I in no way want to diminish the kinds of irreparable harm and human suffering that fall outside what we call evil.
—
SuperSaiyan APR 17, 2009
One of my arguments from very soon after the shootings at Columbine were that we needed to find forgiveness for the shooters and their families and friends. This is a call that has been widely ignored.
Yeah, I also thought that for years myself and it’s sad that it’s, as you’ve stated, ignored.
However, as you’ve probably read in one of your recent columns, MissDev, I stated that there may be a sea change in this now, at least amongst the general public, when I cited the example of the reaction to Ric Flair’s WWE hall of fame speech last year when he mentioned Chris Benoit and that he didn’t get a negative response for it( http://www.nationalledger.com/cgi-bin/artman/exec/view.cgi?archive=23&num=19765 ).
Another situation to ponder are the actions of certain community members after Columbine (and to this day) who refuse to allow any public recognition of the grief experienced by the friends and family of Eric and Dylan. One event in particular, the two crosses erected for them being ripped out of the ground, stands as a symbol. To me, the man who put up 15, rather than 13, crosses was acting out a great act of love that brought comfort to those of us laden with guilt and grief that we couldn’t express for fear of retaliation (emotional or physical).
Yeah, that kind of rubbed me the wrong way myself, but the instance that truly disturbed me is the treatment of the Pastor that offciated Dylan Klebold’s funeral, which I also thought particularly flies the the face of the notion of kindness and compassion to people who have lost their son as well.
Again, as I’ve stated, I think that it’s changing now and I think that this is an intresting subject to ponder and I particularly have to thank Courts for exploring this topic and to MissDev and everyone else who posted on this topic for their thoughts on this subject.
In regards to an ask I sent you earlier about a blog post by Devon about Matt Ketchter (sorry I can’t get it off my mind lol) Do you think Dylan knew Matt used to bully her? Or do you think it was mere coincidence that Dylan ended up killing him? :/
Which blog post are you referring to? I do believe that everyone Dylan and Eric maimed and/or killed on that day were completely random people..er, targets.. that were at the wrong place at the wrong time. They killed no one that day with a specific intent out of a personal vendetta and none of their victims were on their Hit Lists. That’s how much they literally missed the mark with Operation NBK.
The article that you were referencing by Devon Adams in connection to having been bullied in the Fourth Grade by Matt
Ketchter
is entitled The Human Condition: Hatred and Society. As you can see Devon is a very good writer and very wise having blogged this at the age of 24 in 2006. It’s not hard to see why Dylan was jealous of Zack’s good fortune in landing such a kindly, compassionate, caring girlfriend. It’s no wonder that Dylan couldn’t resist her charms as she inclusively unconditionally extended her boyfriend’s best friend an easy friendship
I’ve decided to post the entire article because not only does it mention Devon’s trying experience of dealing with Hate in connection to the bullying she endured way back in elementary school by a classmate that, ironically, ended up becoming a permanent victim of bullying at Columbine, but also because some of what she mentions in the article is in regards to Muslim persecution. I find that what she touches upon is ever so relevant and spot-on in connection with what is going on today here in my every ‘everlasting-contrast’ conflicted, sordid country of America. Also, to address the anon’s question above in having read this article in full including the bit about Matt Ketcher, I still tend to doubt that Dylan went after Matt because of his friend. Of course, it’s true that we’ll never really know if Devon confided in him about this happening. But because this occurred to Devon as a kid in grade school, long before she met Dylan, I doubt that he specifically shot Matt as a vendetta for picking on Devon.
“I grew up in the “white bread” suburbs of Denver. I lived in one of the more “diverse” areas and was exposed to many different cultures, nationalities, ages, sexualities and races as I grew up. I didn’t care what color your skin was, where you grew up, if you liked men or women, whatever – as long as you were nice to me – I wanted to be friends with you. Even though I grew up in the Catholic Church, homosexuality was not something that was discussed at the time – so I never realized it was “wrong” until I was a summer camp in junior high. And I never “got” that there was a “difference” between black people and white people until my junior year of high school – when I was accused of being a racist (another story for another time). I had lived a sheltered life, it seemed, but in this “sheltered life” that so many found so disdainful had protected me from having the same prejudices of my peers. I just could not understand the fear and hatred that some carried for those who didn’t look/think/act like them – and I was a victim of this hatred.
The first time I felt hate – really felt hatred – was in the fourth grade. There was a kid, Matthew Ketchter, for whom I was the perfect target for teasing, ridiculing, and humiliation. But I didn’t hate him. He was a kid, just like me, and I had a hard time hating someone my own age. But I hated my teacher. Matt’s torture of me was nothing compared to what she put me through. She actively encouraged Matt’s torture of me, and threw in some of her own for good measure. And I hated her – I hated her enough that it completely consumed me and turned me into an angry, spiteful, violent little girl who my 5th grade teacher had the monumental task of sorting out. But I didn’t hate her because of the way she looked or because she was a different religion, or anything about who she was – I hated her because of the way she treated me. And the few people I have truly hated since then (and they are very few) are because of the way they have treated me, or, most likely, the way they have treated someone close to me.”
The Human Condition: Hatred and Society – By Miss Dev
Sat Aug 19, 2006 10:45 AM
The gates at Auschwitz-Birkenau – one of the most notorious Nazi concentration camps. Fear, ignorance, and hatred resulted in the deaths of 6 million people during the Nazi regime – many because of personal and religious beliefs.
In America in the 1600s women and men accused – often baselessly – of being witches were executed – often by being burned at the stake. Today, pagans are still persecuted in many societies – including America.
The lynching of African Americans continued well into the mid-20th century in America. The victims were accused of everything from rape to being in the “wrong place at the wrong time”. And, often, there was no explaination given at all.
There are many debates in modern society about learned behavior versus innate behavior, or “nurture vs nature.” It comes up in the gay rights debate most frequently in the question of if homosexuality is a choice, or a biological difference. It is also a talking point about education, income, social status, propensity toward violence, and almost every other social or economic issue facing modern society.
It is also a large argument in the debate of hatred.
Nurture vs nature is too often an excuse for bigotry. One is example is that for a long time it was “common knowledge” that African Americans were less intelligent than Caucasian Americans because they didn’t go on to college or hold jobs that required intellectual skills. As we now know, the reason many African Americans did not go to college or hold highly intellectual jobs wasn’t because they are less intelligent or incapable of critical thought or anything of the sort – rather it is because they were not given the academic opportunities of the Caucasian population with poorer schools and with a lower economic standing were unlikely to be able to afford college. This would mean they would be without the degrees necessary to advance to higher positions in the workforce.
But what else that is “human nature” is a learned behavior? Some people believe that sex is sinful, and is only meant for procreation – others, that it is also an act of love and pleasure. Biologically, would the human orgasm exist if sex was not meant to be, at least in part, pleasurable? Or how about gender roles? Is it the way women are born to cook and raise children and men to go out and make the money? But by studies of cultures around the world and throughout time we know that gender roles are fluid and vary from culture to culture and situation to situation – so we know that gender roles are learned.
And then there are the two most consuming human emotions: love and hate.
I am about to argue that one is a natural emotion – one that we are born with – and the other a learned emotion. But how can that be? How can one exist without the other?
Every child is born knowing how to love. When it firsts begins to bond with the mother, it begins to recognize her scent and who she is. A newborn baby will attempt to get as close to its mother as possible – even when it does not need nourishment or warmth – but simply to be close to her. Very quickly, a baby will come to know the people closest to it and will respond to their gestures and care. A baby will smile and laugh and reach for the people that it loves when it gets older. But none of this is, strictly, “love.” Except when you compare it to hate. When a baby is born it does not hit with anger, or try and harm those around it. When a baby gets angry, it is because it is uncomfortable, not because it hates something.
Babies – and, especially, toddlers – are very curious creatures. They are interested in learning anything and everything about the world around them. It is why the baby safety industry is so lucrative – babies, because they have no fear, need to be protected from their own curiosity. Since fear is the bases of hate, and fear is a learned response, it stands to reason that hate, also, is a learned response. A child who has never seen a person with a beard may be frightened of that person at first, but, if encouraged by someone that child loves, it will be curious and seek to understand the person – even though they are afraid. If the person the child trusts does not encourage that curiosity, the child will become more afraid of the other person, and it could develop into hatred.
One example: a little girl I know hates dogs. When she was born, she was around my dog quite often. She would smile and giggle at Kicha when she would get up close. But, when they moved away, this girl began to get a fear of dogs. Nothing bad happened – she was never even bumped into by a dog – it was just that her mother does not like dogs, so never encouraged the girl to not be afraid. Now, not only is this girl afraid of dogs, but she hates them, actively lashing out at them when they come near her. This little girl was born with the capacity to love – or at least – be affectionate towards the dog. But, it was thru her mother’s actions that she first learned to fear, then hate dogs.
So, if children are born innately curious to the point that they must be protected from themselves to keep from being hurt – then they are without fear. And the basis of hatred is fear – fear of the unknown, fear of the different, fear of what is not understood.
Love is an assumed emotion – everyone assumes that everyone else can love. It is even assumed in the Bible – in 2 Timothy – that people “lacking in natural affection” are sinners. But when we talk about hatred – we talk about its causes. You don’t talk about the “causes” of love. Love happens. One day, you meet someone, you fall in love. You don’t just fall into hate. It’s the same way that you don’t start loving someone because of what they do. That can make you more partial to them – like them more – admire them – but an action will not produce love. Whereas you can hate someone for what they do – if they cause enough pain (physical or emotional), you may hate them. So, love is an internal emotion whereas hate is an external one.
I grew up in the “white bread” suburbs of Denver. I lived in one of the more “diverse” areas and was exposed to many different cultures, nationalities, ages, sexualities and races as I grew up. I didn’t care what color your skin was, where you grew up, if you liked men or women, whatever – as long as you were nice to me – I wanted to be friends with you. Even though I grew up in the Catholic Church, homosexuality was not something that was discussed at the time – so I never realized it was “wrong” until I was a summer camp in junior high. And I never “got” that there was a “difference” between black people and white people until my junior year of high school – when I was accused of being a racist (another story for another time). I had lived a sheltered life, it seemed, but in this “sheltered life” that so many found so disdainful had protected me from having the same prejudices of my peers. I just could not understand the fear and hatred that some carried for those who didn’t look/think/act like them – and I was a victim of this hatred.
The first time I felt hate – really felt hatred – was in the fourth grade. There was a kid, Matthew Ketchter, for whom I was the perfect target for teasing, ridiculing, and humiliation. But I didn’t hate him. He was a kid, just like me, and I had a hard time hating someone my own age. But I hated my teacher. Matt’s torture of me was nothing compared to what she put me through. She actively encouraged Matt’s torture of me, and threw in some of her own for good measure. And I hated her – I hated her enough that it completely consumed me and turned me into an angry, spiteful, violent little girl who my 5th grade teacher had the monumental task of sorting out. But I didn’t hate her because of the way she looked or because she was a different religion, or anything about who she was – I hated her because of the way she treated me. And the few people I have truly hated since then (and they are very few) are because of the way they have treated me, or, most likely, the way they have treated someone close to me.
Unfortunately, in today’s world, hatred is not only taught – it is encouraged and nurtured so that it my bloom into the kind of mass hatred and generalizations that are rarely seen – and never produce good results. Our parents saw it in WWII – when the Germans pumped so much fear of Jews (as well as Gypsies, homosexuals, etc.) into the German populace that it stood by and watched as 6 million people were massacred. Today, I see the seeds of mass fear and hysteria being planted once again.
Yesterday, on the radio, a woman called into a talk show claiming that she “knows a Muslim when she sees one” and that she supports a “Muslims only” line at the airport. Recently, some very public figures have called for deportation of all Muslims from the US. What’s next? Internment camps like those the US subjected the Japanese to? Concentration camps? Death camps? This woman who can spot a Muslim has been fed so much fear that she cannot see how absurd she’s being. I have three Muslim friends – one is from Singapore, on is half Welsh and half Bangladeshi, and the other is a blue-eyed, blond haired man from Texas. I wonder if this woman, with her heart so wrapped up in fear and hatred of these people, would know that my friends are Muslim. Would she be able to tell that I’m a Druid? My brother, Catholic? My mother a Unitarian? Can she tell what kinds of books people read? Where they grew up? What kind of foods they like?
The fear-mongering and hatred that is beginning to appear all across the world from one group for another group – based mainly on conjecture, stereotypes, and the actions of small groups of individuals is truly stunning. What is prompting our governments and media outlets to teach the populace fear and hatred, rather than love and acceptance? But that kind of education begins with our parents and is perpetuated in school by our peers and teachers. What is keeping the people of the world from educating themselves about one another? Ignorance can no longer be an excuse for those of us who live in the US or other “developed” nations as we have open access to information thru libraries, television, and the Internet. That there are people in the US who still believe that all Arabs are Muslim and all Muslims are Arabs is frightening and disturbing. And that there is a large group of people who are insistent on perpetuating this myth and making sure that this group or that group is the current scapegoat of society is chilling.
Why do we hate? We hate because we fear. And we fear what we are unfamiliar with or don’t understand. We are born with an intense curiosity about everything – we want to see and feel and experience and know everything around us. It is only when our parents (or other adults around us) instill fear in us that we learn distrust and then, to hate.
If we are to ever stop the destructive hatred that is moving like wildfire thru our culture – and many cultures – around the world, we must first take steps to stamp out age-old prejudices and work to educate each other on our differences. Those same differences that start wars are also those that create the beauty in life. It is our diversity as a nation, a culture, a world that makes us strong – but hate and fear are threatening to tear that strength apart. We cannot allow prejudice based on stereotypes and ignorance to be the downfall of civilization. With fear quickly becoming a US policy we must take it upon ourselves to pander to our inborn instincts – those of love and compassion – and reject the external influence of hatred.
If we are to ever stop the cycle of violence and destruction in the world, we must first stop the problem at its roots. We have to raise our children to practice love and compassion and foster their desire to explore and learn about other people, cultures, and beliefs. Maybe war is the only way at the current time – for the current generations – but we have a real opportunity to change things by taking the time to raise better, kinder, more compassionate children who will eventually run this world. If you are afraid of something – teach your child to embrace it. If you hate something – encourage your child to love it. Do not pass on the prejudices of past generations on to this new one. We have the power to stop this madness – if we just look within ourselves and take the time to care.
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In Nate Dykeman’s statement it says that he sent Devon Adams a mean email because she was saying things to get Dylan in trouble. Do you have any idea what that was about or is it all speculation?
This is what Nate stated in his 11K account:

We don’t know for certain why Devon was trying to get Dylan in trouble. However, I have my suspicions that it might be for this reason…

As Dylan’s friend, Devon may have found out about the two dipping into the computer lab room and helping themselves to school equipment and might have said something to put a stop to their thievery possibly getting Dylan into trouble.
Dylan brags in Nate Dykeman’s yearbook…

“I want the tv! hehehe j/k i’ll get it another time. -draws a door key- (likely to the computer storage room ;)) hehehe”
It’s more than likely that Nate knew what Dylan (and Eric) were up to having the key. Seems to fit here in Dylan’s yearbook message to Nate that he was dropping hints and bragging over having carte blanche access to plifer computer equipment and was considering even taking the old TV sitting in storage too. Perhaps, Nate didn’t like Devon interfering and inadvertently fingering Dylan in the process for items missing out of the computer storage closet. Devon possibly even was the one that tipped Dylan’s dad off about him helping himself to an old laptop from Columbine.
Of course it’s interesting too that Sue never mentions in her book anything about Dylan stealing that laptop and her husband making him taking it back. Perhaps this was between Tom and Dylan and Sue wasn’t even aware of it. Which I find kind of odd if that’s the case. You’d think that Tom would notify his wife about their son’s school theft. Since it doesn’t sound like Columbine had any sort of reprimand toward Dylan’s theft, I would say that Tom might’ve privately scolded Dylan for doing this and told him to take it back. Sue may not have known about it nor the school. Only Nate and Devon knew what happened.
This is my speculation here as there isn’t much else to go on in the evidence.
Sure would just looove to hear both Nate and Devon’s account of these shenanigans.
Isn’t Take My Breath Away a sex song? O_o Awkward!
It’s a slow dance song from the 80′s. Like any prom, there’d be popular fast dance songs and slow dance numbers. They were lucky to coax Dyl on to the dance floor but that’s in fact exactly what happened that night, they got the boy out there. Bless. Probably didn’t dance too much but at least he did, it was something. And I doubt this would’ve happened at all had Eric also attended the prom.
Is there any more about Devon? She seems really intelligent and kind :)
Devon’s ‘Art from Ashes’ 10th Anniversary 2014 Speech – This is her most recent commentary, a wonderful example of her intelligence, wisdom and kindness. Devon really does get the full picture simply because she was caught in the middle, friends with the killers, ‘best friends’ with Dylan and friends with the victims (including Rachel) of those killer friends of hers. Ugh. How does one even comprehend that and reach a resolve? Quite a very odd uncomfortable place to be. But she has managed to grapple with all of it over the years and maintain a very healthy, unbiased perspective that stems from love and understanding as result of being smack dab in the neutral that is ‘Switzerland’.
Devon documentary interview about Dylan
Christian Science Monitor 2009 article
Card Dylan gave Devon for her 16th Bday
Excerpt from Devon on Dylan from Columbine a True Crime Story, Jeff Kass
Pt 1
Excerpt from Devon on Dylan from Columbine a True Crime Story, Jeff Kass
Pt 2
Excerpt from Devon on Dylan from Columbine a True Crime Story, Jeff Kass
Part 3
Excerpt from Devon on Dylan from Columbine a True Crime Story, Jeff Kass Part 4
Ok,a couple of questions: when did Eric say something about the smashing pumpkins,and also,in the morning ritual,what was hanging around Dylan’s mirror? There was something hanging around it. Thanks!
Eric refers to the Smashing Pumpkins on his website:
“soon i’ll receive complaints about the gnashing bumpkins….”
The thing hanging down from his rear view mirror is supposedly the swamp man toy that spurted water out the mouth if you pressed the stomach, according to Devon. However, in the Morning Ritual vid, it looks a bit like a small wreath but it’s entirely possible from the angle of the video camera we’re just not able to make out Mr.swamp man. (I’ll add a snapshot of it in a later post.)

“16 years ago I didn’t take the time to tell a friend what he meant to me. Blame it on being shy or a teenager or selfish. But now I don’t have that chance. No one needs the kind of regret that comes from not taking the chance at love, no matter how small”
Devon Adams, 4/20/2015
Hey all, I wanted to make a request. Tomorrow, April 20th, is the 16th anniversary of the shootings at Columbine High School. For a lot of survivors, tomorrow marks the point where we have lived half of our life Before and half After. All of the anniversaries are hard, but this one has a certain weight to it.
So, the request: tomorrow, if you would, please make an extra effort to be kind. I know that we all can get mired down by negativity and focusing on the crummy little things of daily life. Its easy. But life is scarily, shockingly short. And I have three friends who no longer have the luxury of being grumpy about the guy tailgating them or that their food took too long at a restaurant. More importantly, they can no longer laugh or cry or gaze in wonder at the mountains or catch a snowflake on their tongued or hug those they love.
There is so much fear and hatred and vitriol in the world, and for just one day, it would be beautiful if we blotted all of that out with an excess of kindness.
16 years ago I didn’t take the time to tell a friend what he meant to me. Blame it on being shy or a teenager or selfish. But now I don’t have that chance. No one needs the kind of regret that comes from not taking the chance at love, no matter how small.
Maybe it’s as small as making eye contact and smiling at a stranger. Or letting another car in as you merge onto the highway. Or calling that friend who you’ve been meaning to call. Anything. Because the best way to honor those lives lost 16 years ago, and those forever changed, is not to dwell on the horror of that day, but to flood the world with love in hopes that we can change things for the better.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” – Martin Luther King Jr
Peace and love.
Quacking up for the camera
Dyl’s crinkled-eyed smile and nose appreciation post… 😉
Do you have the PDF for Day of Reckoning: Columbine and the Search for America’s Soul by Wendy Murray Zoba?
I looked up and down for one, but alas, no, I could only find it on paper (it’s another one of those books that can be picked up for $0.01 used on Amazon).
I typed out the book’s interview with Devon Adams here. Which I might as well cut and paste, again…
This is from Day of Reckoning: Columbine and the Search for America’s Soul by Wendy Murray Zoba, p. 183.
When, during her junior year, Rachel had performed a pantomime called “Who Nailed Him There?” about the man who put the nails in Jesus’ hands and feet to secure him to the cross, the background music cut out midway through her performance. She continued without the music. When the music finally came back on, it picked up where she was in the routine. Dylan Klebold was the sound technician that day and some have speculated that he might have purposefully sabotaged her performance. But Devon Adams, who was a friend of Rachel and Dylan, was in the sound booth with him when it happened. She said Dylan rescued Rachel’s performance. ”He was freakin’ out,” she said. ”He’s going, ‘Stupid tape!’ Rachel kept going, and he tried his best to get it back up. It was just a bad tape. He got it to work better than it had been. He adjusted the levels a little bit and it came out okay.” Devon said Rachel was “a wreck” after that performance but that she thanked Dylan for fixing the tape. ”That was the only time I ever saw her cry,” she said.A bit more about Devon Adams, from p. 196-198:
The fifteen/thirteen debate came up again when I met with seventeen-year-old Devon Adams, who was completing her junior year at Columbine. She had been a good friend of Dylan Klebold and was part of a small circle of CHS students who had met regularly since May 1999 to work through the tragedy by writing poetry. Because of her friendship with Klebold, it had been difficult for her to express her grief through the standard avenues, such as school assemblies or memorial tiles.
Devon wrote a poem called “A Blessing” in which she struggled to reconcile two Dylans. There was the kind and playful Dylan she remembered, who used to bounce balls off her head in the swimming pool and who wore a goofy Hawaiian shirt to her “murder mystery” sixteenth birthday party, playing Les Baggs the Tourist. Then there was the other Dylan—the one who hid semiautomatic weapons under his trench coat and laughed after calling Isaiah Shoels a racial epithet.
As part of her grieving process, Devon planted a tree and wrote about it in the poem excerpted here:
May this living memory
Grow as tall as you
And taller
To heaven, to the angels, to God herself
May the roots grow to Hell
And bridge the gap
Bring together love and hate
Create absolute understanding.
Her longing for absolute understanding was a prayer everyone in the community seemed to utter at some point, but it was a longing that for many remained unmet. Devon’s frustration was real: In all of the community-sponsored healing events, two names never came up. To most people, there was only that one Dylan, the evil one. ”There are people who won’t accept that he was a friend to people, that he was nice, smart, gentle. Some won’t hear about it,” she said.
Still, Devon did not cling to sentimental remembrances of her lost friend, as if to absolve him of his crimes. She was in math class when the shooting started and escaped quickly without encountering the killers. She reached safety and was listening to news reports that included descriptions of the killers, but no names. ”I knew immediately that it was Eric, and when I heard the description of the other boy, I knew it had to be Dylan,” she said. Devon returned to the school and went to police to identify her friend as one of the killers.
“I have never tried to defend Dylan, ever. There’s nothing to defend. What he did was wrong and I can never make excuses or defend that,” she said. "The boys had to be punished. They did something terribly wrong and they hurt so many people,“ she said. But Devon felt frustrated that the people of one church condemned Eric and Dylan to hell but "were never willing to talk about it.” That is, she felt that church—and others—seemed unwilling to talk about the other Dylan and Eric, the human beings. She said, “I felt sorry for any kid who knew them in that church. It was harsh.”
This was when she brought up the cross controversy. ”Those [two] crosses were in no way there to glorify them. They were there as a memorial for their friends. They were our friends, and we’re allowed to mourn too. By ripping down those crosses, people were saying that we weren’t allowed to mourn. According to the Bible, Christ died on the cross for all sins,” said Devon. She felt that destroying the two crosses implied that Christ died for all sins—except Eric’s and Dylan’s.
Devon’s words ring clear and true. I wonder if she still feels the same today..
Devon’s frustration was real: In all of the community-sponsored healing events, two names never came up. To most people, there was only that one Dylan, the evil one. ”There are people who won’t accept that he was a friend to people, that he was nice, smart, gentle. Some won’t hear about it,” she said.
”I have never tried to defend Dylan, ever. There’s nothing to defend. What he did was wrong and I can never make excuses or defend that,” she said. ”The boys had to be punished. They did something terribly wrong and they hurt so many people,” said. But Devon felt frustrated that the people of one church condemned Eric and Dylan to hell but “were never willing to talk about it.” That is, she felt that church—and others—seemed unwilling to talk about the other Dylan and Eric, the human beings. She said,
“I felt sorry for any kid who knew them in that church. It was harsh.”
This was when she brought up the cross controversy. ”Those [two] crosses were in no way there to glorify them. They were there as a memorial for their friends. They were our friends, and we’re allowed to mourn too. By ripping down those crosses, people were saying that we weren’t allowed to mourn. According to the Bible, Christ died on the cross for all sins,” said Devon. She felt that destroying the two crosses implied that Christ died for all sins—except Eric’s and Dylan’s.
“Okay, they listened to Marilyn Manson, but not like some people. They listened to him every once in a while. They listened to Nine Inch Nails. They listened to Rammstein.
They listened to Rammstein and Nine Inch Nails and KMFDM because of the beats. Because Dylan wanted to be a drummer. He didn’t even know what they were saying in Rammstein. He doesn’t speak German. He just liked the beat of the song. The same with Dr. Octagon, D.J. Spookie, all those techno bands. They’ve got these beats to them.”
– Devon Adams
(Who tends to view her friend Dylan through rose colored glasses…)
Are zack heckler and Devon still together now?
Nope. Devon and Zack broke up early 2000s. They both still live in the surrounding Colorado area and both keep in touch as friends though which is nice. 🙂
Is zack married? Is Devon married? I know they aren’t married to each other
Devon has a long-term boyfriend but is not married. I do believe Zack is married and is probably having kids in his early 30s.
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