Monday, April 16, 2007


It has taken me all night to work up the nerve to write this.

Generally, I don't blog about current events. It isn't my thing; I'm not that person. I don't have the confidence, the knowledge or the passion to touch the issues that effect us all. In my writing, I tend to be more immediate, more self-centered, more engrossed in the meaningless drama of my own life.

I cannot say anything about the shootings at Virginia Tech that hasn't already been said.

But I will try.

In my immediate, self-centered way.

I was in high school at the time of the Columbine High School shootings. I remember feeling scared, but not horrified. I went to a small high school; I knew, with some level of certainty, that none of my classmates were capable of such violence.

In the four years that I lived in Ann Arbor while going to UM, I cannot recall once feeling seriously afraid while I was on or around campus. I would be cautious, of course, at those times that I was trained to be aware of - walking alone at nighttime, mostly. But I was happy and I was naive. I felt safe on campus, in the classroom, alone in my dorm room, dropping my head to unlock the door of my car after dusk.

Unlike high school, I did not know everyone at UM. I did not know their names, let alone what they were capable of.

And so today I am scared and horrified.

Scared because it is the only logical reaction.

Horrified because, as a student at a university with 23,000 undergraduate students, it could have been me.

It could have been Meg. Our cousin Liz. Dozens of others who I know, appreciate, love. It could have been Ann Arbor.

Or anywhere else.

That is why I am shaken. Because this could have happened anywhere.

Name the campus.
Name the state.

How could you feel anything but fear?


Amy said...

I think this is exactly how we should feel. Just as the Don Imus thing should outrage every woman, every man, every age, every race, so should violence such as this outrage and scare everyone. We cannot sit back and let this simply be "something that happened to someone else" but it must be something that we all feel, that we all mourn, that we all fight to recover from (and to prevent again).

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