Unlike many, if not most you reading this, I don’t remember where I was when I first heard about the Columbine High School shootings. I was at work at the magazine offices that day; I’m sure we heard the news on the Internet and we discussed it.
But the indelible memory for me on April 20, 1999, is listening to CNN later that evening as I bathed my 8-month-old son. He splashed happily in the tub as the horrific details filtered in: Two young men in suburban Colorado came to school, heavily armed, intending to murder their classmates and teachers. They killed 13 that day before committing suicide.
As a new mom, I suddenly saw the incident as a parent first, journalist second. I wondered how this could happen. I wondered if it could happen in my community. I wondered if my little boy would be safe when he went to school.
Children are a striking barometer for the passage of time. A young man has taken the place of my baby. Today, my son is 10 years old. He pitches for his Little League team and he just took an eight-mile mountain hike with his Boy Scout troop. Likewise, the children who attend Columbine High School today were in early elementary school or even preschool when the shootings occurred.
Time passes, yes. But 10 years after the worst shooting in a U.S. public high school, we – parents, school board members, teachers, administrators, journalists – are still asking the same questions that I asked that evening.
My article on the 10th anniversary of Columbine appears in the May issue of American School Board Journal, online now. ASBJ readers are school leaders – school board members and administrators. So I interviewed the district’s leadership team – Columbine High School Principal Frank DeAngelis, former superintendent Jane Hammond, former public information officer Rick Kaufman, current superintendent Cindy Stevenson, school counselor Sandy Austin, and current school board member Jane Barnes.
They patiently recounted their stories to me – stories that make the shootings very real and very personal. These were people who went to work that morning expecting a regular work day. What happened instead, as Frank DeAngelis told me, changed their lives forever.
We may never fully understand this incomprehensible act. I hope that my article will in some way help those of us still trying.
Kathleen Vail, Managing Editor