At last! I’ve located the 60 Minutes interview featuring that Nate Dykeman interview. Among other goodies; :)
1:12 sharper senior photos of Eric posed by the bench 30:04 - Brooks Brown, Randy and Judy Brown interviews 35:51 - two more clearer Eric senior photo 34:02 - Nate Dykeman interview (yes that one!) 34:44 - Devon Adams interview - reported Eric to the school; clearly no love.
I found this 60 minutes to be pretty interesting thorough show. They really pursue and demonstrate to us how unquestionably poor Jeffco police/SWAT handled Columbine. Lives were lost due to their lack of action. They justify it as following the protocol they had in place which is basically a passive ‘wait and see’ response but no adequate excuses can be given to justify the lives that were lost because of their lack of flexibility in an emergency situation. Their fuck up cost their own children’s lives. Some of those cops had children in that school too! The poor parents, two years in and filled with grief, still do not understand how police could’ve stayed outside waiting hours to get the green light to go into the school and do their job. Even then, the cops went in on the far/east side of the school (where none of the action occurred) and slowly combed through. Such a waste of time and resources. Today, Eric and Dylan would not at all have had the upper hand they were given by the authorities back in ‘99. It’s amazing when you think of E and D walking around lazily in the cafeteria trying to get the bombs to explode when they could clearly see the cops surrounding the school from the cafeteria windows. They must have continually wondered why in the back of their minds that no confrontation was happening. They were ruling the roost for far longer than any school shooter today would be allowed to.
What was the underground ice cream trade? That sounds like a cool story
*shifty eyes* oh no someone actually asked about this
alright well…. its kinda a long story that no one is going to hear in full detail because.. my brief childhood as a rising entrepreneur and procurer of goods is not to be discussed.
ahem- anyways when i was in… 1st grade (kindergarten?? nah first grade) i discovered that the Lunch Ladies were monitoring our food and reporting back to The Parents what we ate. Like say ice cream on a day we arent supposed to be eating ice cream and then our parents yelled at us because it wasnt allowed, wah wah wah cry me a fucking river. But still, such a breech of privacy was Not To Be Tolerated. so i decided to fuck the system. in ways only a 6 year old and The Godfather could.
The hows of my… procuring of the ice cream are… unimportant (I’m not telling a soul) but i managed to eat like an Ice Cream Empress for about a solid week or so before i realized that my fellow compatriots were also suffering under the tyranny of the Lunch Ladies and only I could help them. So i waited. until someone else ate ice cream on a day they weren’t supposed to and got yelled at by their parents. And when they complained at lunch and still wanted ice cream i pounced.
“Well… i could… trade you my ice cream for something, if you want?”
and the very first deal was struck. i walked away with a pack of crayons complete with crayon sharpener and a mechanical pencil that day and i knew. I could do better. so i kept it up and soon i was selling a few ice creams here or there… for about a buck fifty within a month. i kept my rates pretty standard at that point. (icies at the school store were 75¢ for a small and $1.25 for a large - i knew what i was about)
and then a kid from the next classroom over asked me for a trade at recess and i had to expand. so i knew a kid. and then he knew a kid. and she knew a kid in 3rd grade who had a friend in the advanced class and so on. but i wouldn’t let my …opportunity out to just anyone. you had to be in to be in the know. you got me? rates stayed the same and i had to take a small cut in my profits for a minute while my operation expanded. a trade was $1.50 and my fellow entrepreneurs got 50¢ per trade plus one ice cream a week. we had to be careful now. i had about 5 comrades in arms again the Lunch Ladies in our quest for ice cream (and filling as many piggy banks as possible - even though my piggy banks were actually dalmatians and then a tea pot)
by second grade i had worked out all the kinks more or less. and developed my rules of operation.
no more then three trades a week per operator
if you share a lunch time no trades on the same day
do not trade to just anyone
all trades must be accounted for at recess or car line
do not tell the adults.
i was also getting sick of ice cream on the regular so i stopped eating it at this point. and then there was this kind named bry-(on? ce? something? it definitely started with a bry) and bry almost blew all of us out of the water because this little fucker got caught. he cried and was 7 years old so the adults thought poor little bry had made a mistake and let him go. but i knew. oh i knew what had happened. and this little shit could have ruined everything. and if one of us went down then all of us were going down. And the Lunch Ladies would win. but worst of all. they would tell my mom.
so i called a business meeting at recess. now let me explain how recess was divided up. all of the 2nd graders went out at the same time and of course not all of the 2nd graders can associate with each other so parts of the playground and subsequent field was claimed by different groups. and i always got the swings. unless i wanted the slide and all the surrounding monkey bars. but that day i wanted the swings. Now its almost important to note that beyond the swings was an area that had some trees and this huge stone picnic table that was absolutely covered in gum. That belonged to the 5th graders. And no one fucked with the 5th graders. (unless you are off school property and can run fast as hell but thats another story entirely)
well. i made sure to be the teachers pet smiling little line leader that day because i didn’t need to make an entrance, i needed bry to come to me, on my swing, and know that he’d made a mistake. (i also miscalculated on the line leader thing since i was never the line leader, i always walked firmly in the middle of the pack, and my teacher was suspicious) so I’m swinging as high as i dare, this kid i knew tried to go around the bar earlier that year and broke his arm, and waited for bry to show up. now I’m on the closest swing to the gum table and no one ever dared step a foot over the railroad tie that marked the end of safe and the beginning of danger. well. bry comes walking over and stands next to the swing set and I hop off my swing storm right up to this kid and start pushing him back. until this little shit steps clean off the playground and stands with both feet just inside 5th grade territory. and I’m standing there on the railroad tie and i say something along the lines of
“i won’t tell if you dont”
with a very pointed glance at the table of gum and since 5th graders are infinitely more terrifying then adults bry bursts into tears and swore he wouldnt. and because it was 2nd grade i probably made him swear to give me his batman folder if he did. (was i a fan of batman as a 7 year old? i was not. it was the principle of the matter.) well my teacher saw part of this and i spent a few hours in the principals office and then got sent home for the rest of the day. but my message was clear and the lines had been drawn. everything was smooth sailing there on in.
and then my parents sent me to private school for third grade afraid of all the bad influences i was encountering at public school.
The fite team, living proof that shorter people are closer to hell.
Team up to get things off of high shelves.
Would probably kill you for Takashi Shirogane. Would probably kill lots of people for Takashi Shirogane.
Keith is interested in tech, if not naturally talented with it. He sits next to Pidge and watches the work, and helps a little bit. Handing wrenches and that sort of thing.
Twin obsessive personalities. Keith finds a wall and makes a big galactic map that they put sticky notes on. Pins tied together with string. Military strategy interpreted old school cop style.
Helps Pidge with the search for the Holt family in the same way. There are file folders. Allura despairs of why Keith is constantly printing things out to stick them to walls. Pidge has no idea why he insists on doing things this way, but appreciates the help.
They judge Lance together.
Keith teaches Pidge more about really close quarters combat.
Pidge is a a bit of a picky eater and Keith is too by nature, even if he’s learned to be flexible. They trade foods at the dinner table if one person likes something and the other person doesn’t.
aye but imma go on a tangent on why I love ryuji sakamoto like I must do it that boi deserves the world
like.. he was abused basically his entire childhood. he has a shitty dad and a shitty childhood and it’s been him and his mother and you can tell he loves his mother a lot during social link events/texts in the chat.
the only thing he loved was track and field. he was GOOD at running and he supported his team every time. but then the coach was sold out by the prick kamoshida and things got even more shitty.
ryuji had his fucking leg broken by a TEACHER. his team were disbanded and they blamed HIM. they didn’t blame the person really at fault; kamoshida. he was physically abused before the protag came along, and had the expulsion took place, he probably would have been abused by kamoshida on the way out.
and even when he hears about the track team coming back under their old coach, he worries. he worries because their old coach is the “mini kamoshida” and is just as much an asshole. when he and akira get proof of this and show it to the track team, he still worries.
(of course im not that far into his social link but I do remember the convo about whether ryuji would join/is happy about the track team’s return and it was sorta unsure. like, i feel he does want to go back but he knows he’ll carry a lot of baggage even though he did nothing wrong.)
ryuji cares a whole lot about the people around him too. like, a girl ryuji barely knows tries to kill herself, and ryuji knows kamoshida is at fault and flips out.
he’s seen countless people get tormented by that asshole, and he is right to get angry, because no one else would. the cops, the parents, the school covered it all up. ryuji had the right and was in the right to get angry.
honestly? I think not only was the kamoshida palace closure for ann to avenge her friend, but for ryuji to get some damn payback.
that’s why I love the character of ryuji. of course he’s funny, he’s a dork, he’s a badass rebel but he has a heart of gold and I think he deserves the entire world.
When I was a junior, one of the freshman got attacked by another. Apparently, they were in gym together when the attacker started growling and balling up some fists. Victim turned around confused to get a pencil stabbed in his head.
Thankfully, the school cop and teachers got the kid off and the second kid was okay after the doctors got the lead out of his skin.
The dude is now in a mental health facility.