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This shooting at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado back on April 20, 1999, really got to me. I mean, I was a high school dweeb... The bottom line is: can we learn not to punish and ostracize people because they're weird, ugly, unathletic, or otherwise--GASP!--different??? Below I'm putting in my essay, letter, poem, plus things I've found and heard. Links to the side. Oh, so I'll get the "hits", here goes: Trench Coat Mafia. Eric Harris. Dylan Klebold. Rachel Scott. Isaiah Shoels. Cassie Bernall: "Do you believe in God?" "Yes." "The eye cannot say to the hand, 'I don't need you!' And the head cannot say to the feet, 'I don't need you!' ...If one part (of the body) suffers, every part suffers with it. If one part is honored, every part rejoices with it." --I Corinthians 12:21, 26 This page was begun May 5, 1999. COLUMBINE QUILT: Like the AIDS Quilt, a memorial in cloth. I'll create a link or two on the side. NOTABLE QUOTES: But I also know enough history to remember that the pursuit of demons unleashes its own demons, many of them worse than whatever's being pursued. --Gene Seymour, Newsday (New York), 5/16/99 (note: think Spanish Inquisition, Salem witch trials, the Joe McCarthy hearings--MNL.) (There's) a groundswell to designate Bernall a martyr, something that has not been done in the Protestant faith since the 1500's. --Newsday, 5/15/99 The so-called evil impulse is a powerful source of energy and, ironically, it is the source of vitality which may result in competitiveness, anger, lust, and greed, or energize you to struggle, to create, rise up in righteous indignation against tyranny, commit to marriage and family, and achieve in areas with benefit many. --Dr. Laura Schlessinger, Ten Stupid Things Men Do to Mess Up Their Lives NEW POEM! WHERE HAS ALL THE LAUGHTER GONE? Where has all the laughter gone? Perhaps it was shattered when the bomb hit, Or the war. Some say it went away when guns became the replacement of teddy bears Or toys, And now The cradle is no longer for innocent boys. Where has all the laughter gone? I say it fell to the floor When we first saw the blood-- And liked it. And wanted more. --Gezkin, 18, Canada--March 5, 2000 From my dark side: words about the Columbine massacre
FROM MY DARK SIDE (poem, c. 4/27/99) When I think of what you could've done, Eric What you could've done on a website in a video For I know what it's like to rage To scream in your gut For fairness For favor For revenge For relief I know what it's like to murder in the soul You could've told it, Eric, told it like Martin Luther King like Gandhi You could've told it like John Lennon Like Malcolm X Someone could've shot YOU (...someone did...) You told it like the Son of Sam. You could've exploded in words in hugs in tears in hungering for justice and mercy Oh, you told the story, Eric; you told our story But the script you played was not God's but the Devil's. ********************************************************** A TALE FROM THE DARK SIDE (essay, 4/24/99) Bill Maher of "Politically Incorrect" put it beautifully. "People are blaming the media, guns, the parents..." he said days after the massacre at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado on April 20. "The kids (the shooters) themselves are saying who it is--it's the JOCKS!" These days the old high school terrorism, the "in crowd" versus the "outcasts", comes with a deadly twist. Yet, from "Huckleberry Finn" and "The Catcher In the Rye", to "Carrie" and "Blubber", to "Heathers" and "Welcome to the Dollhouse", the angst of the adolescent outsider has been part of our arts and literature. In "A Separate Peace", the self-hating straight-A student protagonist, in a moment of blind fury, destroys the popular student-athlete that he loves, admires, and envies. I read the story as a college senior, caught up in my own love/hate relationship with a Big Man on Campus. It remains the only novel I ever sobbed over. (Note: I've written to that man, now a TV executive, since I've written this essay. I sent him a copy.) I've been an "outsider" since second grade. You know the script: the "cool kids" form a clique in which nerds, geeks, and dweebs are not welcome. The rejection runs from benign neglect ("hello, goodbye"), to going out of one's way to make the outcast's life miserable: teasing, name-calling, punches, shoves, trips, throwing garbage at them, choosing them last for recess or gym class games, never casting them in the school play. Sometimes the outsiders band together: they can comfort each other, build each other up, or commiserate in self-pity, or nurse each other's anger. The war between the Columbine "jocks" and the "Trenchcoat Mafia", the alienated group who dressed in black, had apparently escalated for years, even to a near-rumble. Then April 20--Hitler's birthday--two of the "trenchcoats" made their war, well, warlike. Bullets flew, bombs burst, killing 12 students and a teacher, before the two killed themselves. (note: one report speculated whether the two truly belonged to the group. They weren't in the yearbook photo of the group.) What's an outsider to do? What's an INSIDER to do? Not that the gunners' actions were justified--or just. The rejects who banded together learned to embrace--indulge-- anger, then hatred, then Nazism and racism. Did the two boys shoot any individuals who actually had hurt them? Or did they merely broaden their targets into generalities: athletes, nonwhites, Christians? The two boys murdered athletes, but also used a racial slur before they shot the one black casualty (also an athlete, and maybe also a Christian). One dead student had a Hispanic last name. Quite a few of the slain were practicing Christians. "Do you believe in God?" they gunmen asked one girl. "Yes," she replied, and they shot her. Were these Christians among the tormentors--or did the Trenchcoat Mafia's seduction into the dark side cause them to hate the children of the Light? I hate to think that the boy who built houses for the poor in Mexico, the girl who wanted to be a missionary in Africa, also yelled "Losers!" and "Creeps!" or did worse to the black-clad outsiders. I know the two shooters spared the lives of some students they liked, telling them to run. How do you treat the outsiders of your life? When you pass an unkempt front yard full of garbage, do you throw your garbage in there, too? When you see a troubled, ostracized person at school, work, or church, do you think that it's fun if you, too, help make their lives miserable? Teachers, parents, do you let your kids get away with picking on the kid everyone hates? Do you accept such cruelty as normal, as a brood of chickens pecking the weak chicken to death? Outsiders, when someone throws garbage in your yard, do you let it lie there? Do you pelt it back at them, and throw a rock at them to boot? Do you clean up their garbage--and yours? Do you tell the litterer, "Hey, stop messing up my yard"? Let's face it, it's easier to throw your trash in someone's yard than to carry your mess in your pocket, or your hand, all the way to the trash can. It's way too easy for the insiders, the cool ones, to throw their emotional trash onto the outcasts. Rich people will meet in poor neighborhoods to buy and sell drugs! Rather than deal with our own evils, our own issues, we choose to villify someone else. At Columbine, apparently, the jocks demonized the Trenchcoat Mafia with name-calling and cruel treatment. Two of their victims did it back with bullets. Also, I suspect, in a white, wealthy, suburban, conservative community like Littleton, Colorado, it's easy for the churchgoing kids to think, "We're cool, we're okay; it's those weird kids in black who listen to Marilyn Manson who have everything wrong with them." It's a Pharasaical mistake. The lull of success plus a form of godliness can make one think, "Don't touch me, because I'm holier than you." In my senior year in an all-girls Catholic high school, one day I argued with a "jockette" in the cafeteria. Minutes later, they called to me. The entire table of girls waved their hands at their ears at me. I wanted to fill a large pail with water in the kitchen, and dump the water on the whole lot of them. I didn't. (note: Think of "Carrie". Maybe in most revenge fantasies, boys shoot, girls douse. Boys penetrate; girls surround. I'm getting Freudian here.) Oh, I found my way to verbally and emotionally torture members of the "in crowd" in high school, college, and beyond. I still catch myself doing it. And that's something I have to deal with. But I rarely throw a punch, and I don't own a gun. One reason I became a born-again Christian at age 22 was to justify all the suffering I'd been through. I still believe in that--bringing beauty out of ashes--but there's so much more. I'm more than my reaction to someone else's opinion of me. You can't always befriend the "weirdos" in your life, but do you at least treat them fairly? And what if you're the weirdo whom nobody loves? What do you do with your dark side? Well, God loves you, warts and all. If you've been in church awhile, you know that. But is it real to you? I have a strange answer to what to do with your dark side: Embrace it. Billy Joel sang in his song, The Stranger: "You may never understand How the Stranger is inspired, But he is not always evil, And he is not always wrong. Though you drown in good intentions, You will never quench the fire. You'll give in to your desire When the Stranger comes along." "The Stranger" is your dark, mysterious side. God made it part of you. Embrace it like you would a wayward child. Embrace it--but don't indulge it. Love yourself healthily and turn it over to God. He'll prune it, or he'll incorporate it into your whole, integrated self, for your good and his glory. As God prunes you, he may even take away parts you thought honorable, good, respectable. God may even give special honor to the parts of yourself you thought ugly and strange. (Read 1 Corinithians 12:21-26.) Maybe God, as he conforms you to Christ's image, will make you, in particular, seem weirder in the eyes of men! Remember the "Star Trek" episode where a malfunctioning transporter split Jim Kirk in two, one "good", one "evil"? The evil Kirk had the force, but no self-control. The good one was kind but couldn't make decisions. Spock and McCoy told the "good" Kirk: "Most of your strength of command lies in HIM. ...You have the goodness...the compassion...and maybe that's where man's essential courage comes from. For, you see, he was afraid, and you weren't." The id wants pleasure; the ego, respect; the superego, loving justice. Maybe the dark side fuels the drive of our life's purpose. It's the "why" behind our "what". Maybe our dark side sees what's wrong, wants revenge, but our light side seeks justice, even mercy. Maybe the integrated self, covered by the blood of Jesus and guided by the love of God, makes our dark and light sides work together to right the wrongs, in God's way and in God's time. Remember, outside of Christ, even our goodness is as filthy rags. Remember the Pharisees. Jesus said, "Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you." He never said, "Don't make any enemies," nor "Go out of your way to make enemies, and persecute and exclude those who are different from you." The Bible says there is no darkness in God, yet he can work in darkness, that darkness and light are alike to him. Jesus did things that looked dark: insulting the respectable Pharisees, throwing over tables in the temple, partying with sinners and outcasts. Jesus, though tempted, never sinned. Once I wrote a list of everything Jesus did that could look like sin. I filled three pages. Wearing black trenchcoats and black-and-white makeup isn't sinful in itself; it's just strange in our culture. John the Baptist was weird, but Jesus called him the greatest man ever. It's the motives behind our weirdness, or our conformity, that are sinful. Someone recently said to me, "You have a romantic notion about being a gadfly." Twenty years ago the BMOC I loved/hated told me, "You're on a unique kick." They're both right. But as "iron sharpens iron", God can use the "weirdos" of this world to challenge the conforming and the comfortable, to keep us from being the "Stepford children", the robots of respectability. As the full story of the Colorado tragedy will probably illustrate, Satan can use conformity and peer pressure as his tools as easily as he can use rebellion and strangeness. Jesus said of himself, "Whoever isn't for me is against me," but he said to his followers, "Whoever isn't against you is for you." We have a personal responsibility to each choose God or reject him. We also have freedom to be honestly who we are, to let others be who they are. God is infinitely diverse--he is Three Persons--and his infinite love keeps himself integrated, together, in harmony with himself. We humans are vastly diverse, without the full presence of God (in the natural); we clash, collide, hurt each other. We rub each other the wrong way. Add Satan to the mix, and conflict turns to hate, hurt turns to harm, destruction, murder. Shepherds oil their sheep's heads; when the rams butt heads, they slip off each other. The oil of God makes the difference between bruised heads and crushed skulls. Through our conflicts, with love, we can challenge and sharpen each other, even break down each other's complacency, false pride, and whatever else needs to be broken down. With the right tools, we can blast the dirt off the school wall without blasting the school itself. Oh, what one of those gun-toting boys could have been-- writer, video maker, webmaster--had he, with God's love, embraced his dark side and not indulged it. ****************** Two quick anecdotes: Eleven years ago [circa April 1988], in discussion, my sister commented how difficult is was for my siblings to take me to a party, that even someone at a post-Christmas party we'd attended said to her disparagingly about me, "Oh, that's your sister?" "But I had a great time at that party!" I said. I'd sung with a group at the piano and had a ball. I hadn't misbehaved nor acted antisocial or sullen. My sister replied that was it, that I so obviously enjoyed myself singing and hadn't acted "cool". "You mean people are still trying to act cool at your age? I should say, our age?" We were long past adolescence [in our thirties]. "Yeah," she replied. "Don't people ever grow up?" "No." She laughed, and so did I. I'd shocked myself. I didn't know till then that I had my own definition of what it meant to be a grown-up--and that it included not looking down your nose at others. Then about nine years ago [circa 1990], at work, I said to God in my mind, "I don't remember what it's like being without you. I don't remember how it feels." And I wanted to remember. So God withdrew a little and I felt the pain, anguish, loneliness, worthlessness I'd felt in my younger years. "Okay, thanks, God, now I remember. (You can come back now.)" ********************************************************************* This poem was sent to me by "alienflower", a high-school girl who, like me, was moved by the Columbine incident. This is NOT to advocate violence, but to explain where it can come from. For further explanation, see my guestbook. "gunmetal girl" how interchangeable are my tears and your blood i kill your body for you killed my soul (a murder they'll never try you for) this day of ashes and light i blast the faces of society's teenage "angels" my gnarled and glistening heart no longer clasped like an evil locket in their cool cruel passionless perfect hands my brain a vengeful living inferno this day of ashes and light i am truly tangible truly alive full of breathy gusts of air and screams im a shrinking violet now shrinking VIOLENT and im weak without this gun gunmetal gunwoman weak sheathed in old long tended rage gunmetal gunwoman but so are you all weak inside magazine uniforms and shinnying swaggering top dollar costumes of "cool" gelled hair of one mold shutting me out in all my disheveled flawed glory this day of ashes and light gunmetal gunwoman and when soldiers of american virtue (or my own failure self destruct detonation) come as they will to take me down take heed and think this once hear me out! --submitted November 19, 1999 entered January 4, 2000 *********************************************************************
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