One weekend, two mass shootings, absolutely no signs of change. That’s it, that’s the subject line.
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20 years ago, I was in grade nine when 13 people were murdered at Columbine High School. Eight days later, a 14-year-old gunman entered a high school in Taber, Alberta - a school in a very small town I had visited a year before as a part of a band exchange - and opened fire, killing one. It was later revealed that the gunman’s family believed the shooter “snapped” when he watched coverage of Columbine. I remember feeling scared and angry and sad and helpless, not understanding how something like that could happen at a school.
One weekend, two mass shootings, absolutely no signs of change. That’s it, that’s the subject line.
One weekend, two mass shootings, absolutely…
One weekend, two mass shootings, absolutely no signs of change. That’s it, that’s the subject line.
20 years ago, I was in grade nine when 13 people were murdered at Columbine High School. Eight days later, a 14-year-old gunman entered a high school in Taber, Alberta - a school in a very small town I had visited a year before as a part of a band exchange - and opened fire, killing one. It was later revealed that the gunman’s family believed the shooter “snapped” when he watched coverage of Columbine. I remember feeling scared and angry and sad and helpless, not understanding how something like that could happen at a school.