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When Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold casually walked through the doors of Columbine High school last week armed with two sawed-off shotguns, two semi-automatic rifles, more than 30 pipe bombs and a 20-pound propane tanked wired to explode, they knew they would inflict physical injury upon their classmates. But they probably never envisioned their bullets targeting the heart of the First Amendment as well...
Harris and Klebold's killing rampage was a strange sort of gift for our morally righteous society that continuously rants about the detrimental effects of violent video games and TV shows. What better way to prove the necessity of censorship than two all-American boys caught up in nihilistic video games and Marilyn Manson that decide to shoot 12 of their classmates and try to blow up their school...
...violent writings, the detached parents' ignorance of pipe bombs being built in their basement and the laws that allowed Harris' girlfriend to legally purchase three of the guns used in the killings. But the most disturbing fact to confront is that no one person or thing made Harris and Klebold shatter the serenity of a small Colorado town. That was their own decision...
...much as we've read and heard about Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, we know very little about their family life. We know even less about their parents. But we do know that these two high school boys sent up flares advertising their anger and alienation, but these signs were either ignored or dismissed...
Maybe Eric and Dylan suffered from some organic psychosis that even the most loving and attentive parents couldn't cure. Maybe the signs that seem so obvious to us now, in retrospect, were well obscured in the Harris and Klebold homes. Teenagers are good at hiding their true selves--or the selves they're trying out this month--behind the "grandma face" they wear when they're trotted out to see the relatives. Behind that pleasant mask there can be volumes of bad poetry, body piercings and tattoos...