The long and the short of it.
Tag: Eric Harris
VoDkA
BLACK
I am purity. Darkness. Romanticism. Proffesionalism. Existence, Complacence. Power. Pain. Everything is black. I am everything.
REB
Black.
I can’t see a god damn thing so what the hell am I going to write about, how I can’t see anything? My mind is black, sight is black, hearing is black, everything, so HA.
Columbine was the result of the accidental meeting of two completely different boys who happened to form one disastrous combination: one boy who wanted to commit mass murder and was willing to die to get what he wanted; one boy who wanted to die and was willing to commit mass murder to get his wish. The arrest brought them together, their culture encouraged them, their environment did not stop them.
But when they went to school that morning, the shooting no longer was what either of them wanted. Eric did not want to die anymore, but he had become what he had blustered about: an Eric-without-NBK no longer existed. The only thing he had left was to actually do it. Dylan only wanted to die himself. His cry of triumph echoed throughout the school: “Today is the day on which I die!“ If another couple hundred people had to die before his ascent to the halcyon — so be it. A few less deaths? Fine as well — it was so much fun to go crazy.Excerpt from Wij Zijn Maar Wij Zijn Niet Geschift (We Are But We Are Not Psycho), by Tim Krabbé.
Can’t wait to read this book when it finally gets translated into English. Thanks for the translated excerpt!
Letter from Eric and Dylan’s Creative Writing teacher about them missing class on April 20, 1999.
Cookie Time
Jennifer Harmon on Dylan:
He slipped chocolate chip cookies to the girl who sat next to him.
Jennifer Harmon, who took creative writing with the two boys who later would shoot up her school, says the shy Klebold regularly passed Chips Ahoy – the chewy kind with big chocolate chunks – as a way to make friends in class.
When the teacher told Klebold to put them away, he would slyly slip her one anyway. “Dylan wasn’t a bad guy,” says Harmon. “I never thought he would do something like (the rampage). But they said Eric’s name on TV and I automatically knew Dylan was going to be there. Eric had a persuasion. I think Eric would always tell Dylan that people never liked him, and he was his only true friend.”
Jennifer remembers them this way: Dylan smiled. Eric didn’t. Dylan was nice. Eric had a mean streak.
One day, Jennifer says, she was singing a song from the German techno group Rammstein – one of the boys’ favorite bands. Eric made fun of her. Dylan told him to stop.”
Beautiful. Such contrasting temperaments too.
“In january 1999, Jennifer and her friend were involved in a minor car accident with Dylan Klebold while in the school parking lot.
Dylan told her she shouldn’t worry about it because the car had been hit before. Eric go out of the passanger side of dylan’s car and got angry. Then dylan ordered him to get back in the car, which he did.”
Dylan was a gentleman
Ponytailllllll
“Jennifer Harmon : who took creative writing with the two boys who later would shoot up her school, says the shy Dylan regularly passed Chips Ahoy – the chewy kind with big chocolate chunks – as a way to make friends in class.
When the teacher told Dylan to put them away, he would slyly slip her one anyway. “Dylan wasn’t a bad guy,” says Jennifer. “I never thought he would do something like (the rampage). But they said Eric’s name on TV and I automatically knew Dylan was going to be there. Eric had a persuasion. I think Eric would always tell Dylan that people never liked him, and he was his only true friend.”
“Jennifer remembers them this way: Dylan smiled. Eric didn’t. Dylan was nice. Eric had a mean streak.
One day, Jennifer says, she was singing a song from the German techno group Rammstein – one of the boys’ favorite bands. Eric made fun of her. Dylan told him to stop.”
Phony Shit vs. TRUE LOVE
Fuck that –> Dylan Klebold
me
10-14-97
Fuck ev.
Thoughtz
Me. sorry I didn’t write, A SHITLOAD in my existence mist. Ok… hell & back… ive been to the zombie bliss side… & I hate it as much if not more than the awareness part. I’m back now…. a taste of what I thought I want… wrong. Possible girlfriends are coming then [edited].. I’ll give the phony shit up in a second. want TRUE love…. I just want something i can never have….true love.
[Zach] lucky bastard gets a perfect soulmate, who he can admit FUCKIN SUICIDE to & I get rejected for being honest about fuckin hate for jocks. From the wrong people maybe… [edited] & [edited].. Anyway… heres a 2 poems…
2 FUCK
me
Die
me
Fuck that → Dylan Klebold
Robyn Anderson told the House Judiciary Committee in January 2000 that a background check would’ve intimidated her sufficiently to keep her from buying the weapons
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold had gone to the Tanner gun show on Saturday and they took me back with them on Sunday. I remember this as being in November or December of 1998. When Eric and Dylan had gone the previous day, a dealer told them that they needed to bring someone back who was 18. They were both 17 at the time. This was a private dealer – not a licensed dealer. While we were walking around, Eric and Dylan kept asking sellers if they were private or licensed. They wanted to buy their guns from someone who was private – and not licensed – because there would be no paperwork or background check. At one point Eric was interested in a gun from a licensed dealer. The dealer asked me if I would fill out some paperwork and I said, “No, I didn’t feel comfortable with that.’ I didn’t want to put my name on something that I wasn’t going to have control of.
They bought guns from three sellers. They were all private. They paid cash. There was no receipt. I was not asked any questions at all. There was no background check. All I had to do was show my driver’s license to prove that I was 18. Dylan got a shotgun. Eric got a shotgun and a black rifle that he bought clips for. He was able to buy clips and ammunition without me having to show any I.D. The sellers didn’t write down any information. I would not have bought a gun for Eric and Dylan if I had had to give any personal information or submit to any kind of check at all. I think it was clear to the sellers that the guns were for Eric and Dylan. They were the ones asking all the questions and handling the guns. I had no idea what they were eventually going to do with the guns. When I look back at it, I think I was kind of naive. I wish a law requiring background checks had been in effect at the time. I don’t know if Eric and Dylan would have been able to get guns from another source, but I would not have helped them. It was too easy. I wish it had been more difficult. I wouldn’t have helped them buy the guns if I had faced a background check. Signed Robyn Anderson
Source:acolumbinesite.com
When art finds truth Real story of Columbine is told as survivors’ views unfold onstage — and in audience
Opening of Columbinus
“This production is the real truth of Columbine,” Brown said the morning after the show. “We have never stopped wanting the complete truth of what happened. There is something to be learned. Eric and Dylan were not crazy. Crazy is easy. They did the things they did because they had the motivations to do them.”
Oh SNAP.
COLUMBINUS
Here’s the only clip I managed to find, and it’s not of a monologue really, it’s one of the basement tapes sequences. Sorry anon, I tried.
The Everlasting Contrast 