the harrises

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Why does almost every media portrayal of Eric and Dylan perpetuate the idea that Eric pushed Dylan into the shooting when in fact we have no evidence to support that claim because nobody actually knows who started the idea in the first place? It only lets so-called "Columbine experts" like Dave fucking Cullen get away with demonizing him. And come to think of it why do they write him off a psychopath when he took time off work because his dog was sick and he missed his old school friends and he cried on the Basement Tapes? I mean sure he was a jerk in his journal and everyone points to the "if America is the Land of the Free" speech versus the essay he wrote for the juvenile delinquency course as proof that he was a psychopath but there's no way that's enough to pin an entire posthumous diagnosis on someone. And why have the Harris' never spoken up in defence of their son? Like, surely they can't be okay with this because he's their son and everyone thinks he's a monster.
Columbine Songs
Eminem
Columbine Songs

Eminem and Columbine


I am an Eminem Fan for years now and when I started to get more and more into True Crime I was surprised to find a lot of his Lyrics mentioning Columbine which I never really realised before. Of course he also mentioned other murderers or events, like Ted Bundy and the Aurora theater shooting but I wanted to start with the Columbine lyrics because there’s a lot of material. So let’s start:


The Way I Am, 2000
0:00-0:16
When a dude’s getting bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it’s at!
Middle America, now it’s a tragedy
Now it’s so sad to see, an upper-class city
Havin’ this happening

Marshall states that he thinks that he thinks that not music is the reason for the shooting but bullying and the parents. But as we all know Marilyn Manson was partly blamed for Columbine by the media.
Em is also making fun of the fact that Columbine was the first shooting that people cared this much about although there have been a lot of shootings but now it happened at a “nice” school.

There is an alternative version of this song featuring Marilyn Manson (x)
He performed it live with Manson (x and x)
Manson also appeared in the official video (x)

Remember me, 2000
0:17-0:30
Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16’s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each

Em is making fun of the idea that musicians like him are a bad influence because he is not the one who gives these kids their weapons.

And as we all know, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold both wore a Trenchcoat when the attack started, that’s why „both of my Trenchcoats“ were stolen. And so he thinks that they were stolen to start another Columbine.
And when you have these „two kids“ with guns that, when you shoot them, „reach through six kids each“ you have 12 dead kids. And as we all know, during the Columbine massacre died 12 kids (and one adult).

By the way, Eminem needed two months to write his whole verse on this song while Sticky Fingaz wrote his verse in one day. 


I’m Back, 2000
0:30-0:41
I take seven [kids] from [Columbine]
Stand ‘em all in line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9
A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time

This is probably the most well known Columbine reference made by Eminem.
This album came out one year after the massacre so it was still an sensitive subject. Therefore his label censored these two words (Kids and Columbine), even on the explicit version of the album.
I don’t think I have to explain what exactly this lyric means, it’s pretty clear.
In his book he states this:


“ I was getting shit about the Columbine reference on “I’m Back” and the label was telling me that I wasn’t gonna be able to say it. My whole thing was, what is the big fucking deal? That shit happens all the time. Why is that topic so touchy as opposed to, say a four-year-old kid drowning? Why isn’t that considered a huge tragedy? People die in the city all the time. People get shot, people get stabbed, raped, mugged, killed and all kinds of shit. What the fuck is the big deal with Columbine that makes it separate from any other tragedy in America?”

In 2015 a 15 year-old boy was arrested. He posted these lyrics on Instagram and added “Cause I’m just like shady and just as crazy as the world was over that whole Y2K thing”
The origiginal lyrics are “ ‘Cause (I'mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing”

When authorities searched the boy’s home they found weaponry and eventually arrested him. He denied any knowledge of the weapons and said he didn’t post this text on Instagram.


White America, 2002
0:42-0:48
White America, I could be one of your kids
White America, little Eric looks just like this

In this song it’s not only about the Lyrics but also about the music video.
With “little Eric” he mentioned Eric Harris but it was also meant as an example for a typical white kid. He is from middle america because his name is in the middle of amERICa.
The interesting part is, as I said, the video. Where you can see news of an school shooting during “I could be one of your kids”
And during “little Eric looks just like this” you can see one of those typical yearbook pictures and the house of the school shooter. The house looks a bit like the one the Harrises had.

When these lines get repeated you can see a boy full of (probably) blood stepping out of the map of america. On his shirt is written “I am Eric”.


Rap God, 2013
0:49-0:54
I’ll take seven kids from Columbine
Put ‘em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9

This was the first time we could hear the Columbine Line uncensored. Eminem didn’t rap all of the “I’m back” lines because he just wanted to
“See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was”
As you can hear, he got away with it.





Eminem is one of the few people who openly give their sympathy for the two shooters.
He admitted to be interested in serial killers in this statement:
“I did find myself watching a lot of documentaries on serial killers, I mean, I always had a thing for them. I’ve always been intrigued by them and I found that watching movies about killers sparked something in me.The way a serial killer’s mind works, just the psychology of them is pretty fucking crazy. I was definitely inspired by that, but most of the album’s imagery came from my own mind.”

But Marshall Mathers seems to have an very personal realationship with the whole Columbine Issue.
He himself was bullied on a daily basis during his childhood, often for his race and for always being the new kid. When he was nine years old he got beaten up so bad he was in an coma for several days. I think he is one of the people who is trying to understand what Harris and Klebold were going through.
But I think it is important to mention, that he is the living proof that even when your life is is shitty right now because of some people who have nothing in their life but to terrorize you, that you can still have a better life. And you beat them best when you keep on living.

“That Columbine shit is so fucking touchy. As much sympathy as we give the Columbine shootings, nobody ever looked at it from the fuckin’ point of view of the kids who were bullied—I mean, they took their own fucking life! And it was because they were pushed so far to the fucking edge that they were fucking so mad. I’ve been that mad.

-Marshall Mathers

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: The summer between Dylan’s sophomore and junior years was low-key. There was, however, one disturbing incident, and it involved Eric Harris.
  • Dylan hadn’t played soccer since kindergarten, but he decided to join the team Eric played for that summer, and they gave him a shot although he had no experience and few skills. We were pleased to hear he was joining the team, as soccer wouldn’t strain the arm he’d injured pitching. Plus, we admired his willingness to try a sport he hadn’t played in years.
  • Dylan wasn’t a great athlete—he was strong, but lacked agility and the coordination to manage his long, gangly limbs. He did not play soccer particularly well, but he attended practice faithfully. When the team made the playoffs, Tom and I came out to watch. Dylan played poorly, and the team lost.
  • Still sweaty, Eric and Dylan came over to where we were standing with the Harrises. Before we could congratulate them on a good effort, Eric began to scream. Spittle flying from his mouth, he lashed out at Dylan, ranting about his poor performance. Chattering parents and boys from both teams fell silent and stared.
  • Eric’s parents flanked him and guided him off the field as Tom, Dylan, and I drifted slowly, in stunned humiliation, toward our own car. I couldn’t hear what the Harrises were saying to Eric, but they appeared to be trying to settle him down. Dylan walked between Tom and me, silent and impassive.
  • I was shocked by the sudden inappropriateness of the display, and by the extremity of Eric’s rage. Dylan’s utter lack of affect alarmed me too; he had to be wounded, though he revealed nothing. My heart ached for him. I wanted to hug him, but he was fifteen years old and surrounded by his team. I couldn’t embarrass him further.
  • As soon as we got inside the car, though, I said, “Man! What a jerk! I can’t believe Eric!” As Tom started the car, Dylan stared out the window with a blank expression on his face. His calm in the face of Eric’s freak-out seemed unnatural, and I hoped he’d allow himself to acknowledge anger or humiliation as we drove away, but he did not.
  • I pressed him, wishing he’d blow off steam. “Didn’t it hurt your feelings, to have him act like that? I’d be incredibly upset if a friend treated me that way.” Dylan was still looking out the window, and his expression didn’t change when he answered me. "Nah. That’s just Eric.”
The January Incident - 1.30.98
Excerpt from: Sue Klebold - A Mother's Reckoning
The January Incident - 1.30.98

January 30, 1998  ~ 19 years ago on this night ~  January 30, 2017

 Dylan was having a okay, ordinary day at school - even doing an Interview for the Rebel News Network in the afternoon (interview clip) - but by 8 pm that evening, his life had changed for ever.   All it takes is one day, one choiceone event that can alter destiny forever like the abrupt switch of a train on a different set of tracks.  It was the day that a bright, clean cut boy with so much future potential had made the wrong choice and had in effect, fallen from grace. The disappointment in his parents eye’s reflecting back at himself upon his arrest at the police station. Before, he could do no wrong..but now?   He felt his life a fuck up and with one major slip up, this was now a nail on the coffin to confirm it.   The event wounded and mortified him deeply. From that day forward, he would embark on the beginning of his end as he slowly eroded inside himself in silence.   It was the beginning of his downward spirals decent as a troubled juvenile on a crash course with an infamous destiny set to self destruct.

This is the tale of..

The January Incident 

The next incident during Dylan’s junior year was the most catastrophic of all.
On January 30, a few days after Dylan scratched the locker at school, he and Eric were arrested for breaking into a parked van and stealing electronic equipment.

Dylan had agreed to go with Zack to an activity at his church that night, and the two of them planned to come back to our house for a sleepover afterward. Tom and I were listening to music together in the living room when the phone rang around 8:30 p.m. It was Zack’s dad, audibly upset. Zack had quarreled with his girlfriend and left the event with her. He’d gotten hurt, possibly after stepping out of a moving car, and wasn’t making much sense. It was all very confusing, but Zack’s parents wanted us to know the plan had changed. Dylan wasn’t with Zack; he’d left the church with Eric.

I thanked Zack’s dad for the update and immediately called the Harrises, who were as concerned as we were not to know where the boys were. Both sets of parents promised to get in touch immediately if we heard from the kids. Within minutes, our phone rang again. It was the county sheriff. Dylan and Eric had been arrested for criminal trespass.

Tom and I drove to the local sheriff’s auxiliary office; the Harrises were already there. The offenses included First Degree Criminal Trespass and Theft, both of which were felonies, and Criminal Mischief, a misdemeanor.

My mouth hung open when I heard how serious the charges were. I could not believe that our Dylan, who had never done anything really wrong in his life, could do something so terrible. This was the kind of trouble that might seriously impact his future. Neither of us had ever been arrested, so we called one of our neighbors, a lawyer, for advice. He told us Dylan should “spill it,” tell the complete truth. Before he hung up, he reassured us. “Boys do dumb stuff. He’s a
good kid. He’ll be okay.”


We waited for what felt like an eternity. Mrs. Harris wept. Then a deputy followed the boys through the substation office door. I practically threw up when I saw Dylan paraded past me in handcuffs.

We waited hours to learn whether our children would be sent to a detention facility or allowed to return home. Finally, the officer who arrested them recommended they be considered for a Diversion program, an alternative to jail for first-time juvenile offenders accused of minor crimes. The program would provide supervised counseling and community service, and allow
the boys to avoid criminal charges and placement in a detention facility. The boys were released into our care.

Our drive home was silent, as all three of us contended with our various emotions: fury, humiliation, fear, and bewilderment. We arrived, emotionally and physically exhausted, around four o’clock in the morning. Tom and I needed to discuss how we wanted to respond. There would be consequences, we told Dylan, but we would talk about them after we got some rest. Exhausted as I was, the sun was up before I was able to close my eyes and sleep.

Tom woke before I did. When Dylan got up, they took a long walk. Afterward, Tom told me Dylan had been very, very angry—at the situation, the cops, his school, the unfairness of life. He was so angry that he didn’t seem to accept or acknowledge the wrongness of what he had done.

I was still mad myself, and didn’t want to talk to Dylan until I could be calm. Later in the day, the two of us sat together on the stairs. The master bedroom was on the ground floor, and Dylan’s room was upstairs, so we often sat on the stairs between them to talk. I recounted our conversation verbatim in my journal that night, and have relived it in my mind countless times since his death.

I began, “Dylan. Help me understand this. How could you do something so morally wrong?” He opened his mouth to answer, and I cut him off. I said, “Wait. Wait a minute. First, tell me what happened. Tell me everything, right from the beginning.”

He told me the story of his bizarre evening. After Zack left the church, he and Eric decided to go light some fireworks, so they drove to a parking area not far from our house where recreational cyclists stowed their cars while they biked the scenic canyon road. There, they saw an empty commercial van parked in the darkness. They saw electronic equipment inside. The van was locked. They banged on the window and tried to open it. Dylan rationalized this by
noting the van was deserted. When the window did not open, they broke it with a rock.

I asked Dylan if breaking the window was Eric’s idea. He said, “No. It was both of us. We thought of it together.”

They took the equipment and drove to a secluded spot close by. Minutes later, a deputy drove by and saw the damaged van. He found the two boys in Eric’s car with the equipment a short distance down the road. As soon as the officer approached the car, Dylan confessed.

When I’d heard the whole story, I asked my question again. “You committed a crime against a person. How could you do something so morally wrong?” His answer shocked me. He said, “It was not against a person. It was against a company. That’s why people have insurance.”  My jaw dropped. I cried out, “Dyl! Stealing is a crime against a person! Companies are made up of people!” I tried to appeal to his sense of reason. “If one of our renters decided to steal a light
fixture from one of our apartments, would it be a crime against a rental company, or against us?”


Dylan relented, “Okay, okay. I get the point.” But I didn’t stop. I explained that the owner of the van would have to pay a deductible to the insurance company. “There’s no such thing as a victimless crime, Dylan.” I’d heard a story about a programmer who figured out a way to siphon tiny, nearly untraceable amounts of money from calculations that left an odd penny. “Before long, you’ll know enough to do something similar,” I told him. “Do you think that’s ethical?” He said he knew it was not, and assured me he’d never do anything of the kind.

What he’d done was wrong, and I wanted him to know it. Appealing to his empathy, I asked him how he’d feel if someone stole from him. “Dylan, if you follow no other rules in your life, at least follow the Ten Commandments: thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal.” I paused to consider which of the other commandments might have relevance, and then decided to stop
haranguing him. “Those are rules to live by.”

He said, “I know that.”
We sat in silence for a little while. Then I said, “Dyl, you’re scaring me. How can I be sure you’ll never do such a thing again?” He said he didn’t know, and seemed frightened to learn he could do something so bad on an impulse. He was obviously miserable. I felt no anger at that point, only compassion.

Before we stood, I told him he had broken our trust. We would be watching him more closely, and his activities would be restricted. He complained it wasn’t fair for us to punish him on top of the Diversion program; weren’t the legal consequences enough? But his actions had left us no choice. I also said I thought he should see a professional counselor. He said he absolutely did
not want to do that. When I told him we would seek help if it was in his best interest, he said definitively, “I do not need counseling. I’ll show you I don’t.”

I was grateful Dylan could get on with his life without going to jail. Years after his death, though, I visited a secure treatment program for juvenile offenders, the type of place Dylan would likely have been sent to, and learned that what I had feared so much would almost certainly have been better for Dylan than returning to school, especially if the culture at Columbine High School was as toxic for him as we believe it was.

The administrator told me, “We’re into saving kids, not punishing them.” He described the supports that would have been available to Dylan, such as professionals who specialized in dealing with mood disorders and PTSD, common in kids who have been bullied. The multidisciplinary team would almost certainly have diagnosed his depression, as well as any other brain health disorders he might have been living with. The staff worked closely with the
offender’s parents. There was even a computer training facility there.

We never know what lessons are in store for us, especially when our prayers are answered and events seem to turn out the way we want. At the time, we were grateful he’d qualified for Diversion. But I can’t help wondering if sending Dylan to a juvenile detention facility would have saved his life, and the lives of everyone he took with him.

~ end ~

The Klebolds' letters to the victims' families

The letters that Sue and Tom Klebold wrote to the families of those who had been murdered have been mentioned and quoted in several sources.

The letter to the Bernalls (from Misty Bernall’s book She Said Yes, p. 148-149, and repeated in Dave Cullen’s Columbine, p. 254-255):

Dear Bernall family,

It is with great difficulty and humility that we write to express our profound sorrow over the loss of your beautiful daughter, Cassie. She brought joy and love to the world,and she was taken in a moment of madness. We wish we had had the opportunity to know her and be uplifted by her loving spirit.

We will never understand why this tragedy happened, or what we might have done to prevent it. We apologize for the role our son had in your Cassie’s death. We never saw anger or hatred in Dylan until the last moments of his life when we watched in helpless horror with the rest of the world. The reality that our son shared in the responsibility for this tragedy is still incredibly difficult for us to comprehend.

May God comfort you and your loved ones. May He bring peace and understanding to all of our wounded hearts.

Sincerely,
Sue and Tom Klebold

From the letter to Brian Rohrbough (from Jeff Kass’s Columbine, p. 225):

“Our hearts are breaking for you over the loss you’ve experienced,” the Klebolds wrote to Brian Rohrbough, whose son Dan was killed. “Dan was so young, yet so full of selfless courage. He’ll never have the chance to do any of the things he wanted to do because he was taken from you in a moment of madness. We’ll never understand why this tragedy happened, or what we might have done to prevent it. We apologize for the role our son had in your son’s death. We did not see anger or hatred in Dylan until the last moments of his life when we watched in helpless horror with the rest of the world.”

From the letter to the Shoels family (also from Jeff Kass’s Columbine, p. 278):

But now all the Shoels had to depend on were small accounts, like the slightly personalized victim letter they received from the Klebolds. “We read that Isaiah brought so much joy to those who knew him,” according to the three paragraphs that appear handwritten by a female and signed by Tom and Sue. “He was a young man with self-respect, courage and love who was taken from you in a moment of madness.” But they said they still didn’t know why their son killed Isaiah.

The letter sent to the Mauser family (from Tom Mauser’s book, Walking in Daniel’s Shoes p. 305-306):

Within a few weeks of the massacre Linda and I, and apparently all the other Columbine parents, received a sympathy card from the parents of Dylan Klebold, who wrote, “It is with indescribable sorrow and humility that we write to wish you comfort.” The handwritten card asked that God comfort us and our loved ones. They were comforting words, yet we weren’t quite sure how to react to them. It was so soon after the massacre, too early for us to react rationally.

At the time the card seemed to offer little acceptance of responsibility for what had happened, saying Daniel was taken “in a moment of madness” and that they would “never understand why this tragedy happened, or what we might have done to prevent it.” We felt as if the words didn’t come from the heart, but rather were suggested by an attorney. We were dissatisfied with what we received and chose not to respond to it. The card was tossed onto a pile of Columbine-related papers and forgotten.

While uncovering some Columbine papers recently I discovered that card from the Klebolds. I hadn’t seen it for years. I must admit that now, after I’ve read it again, I’m not quite as cynical about it as I was in 1999. Back then I cringed at the statement, “we never saw anger or hatred in Dylan until the last moments of his life,” because I felt the Klebolds were in denial and refused to accept responsibility. But in reading it again, I realized they weren’t quite as unresponsive as I had originally thought. “We apologize for the role our son played in your son’s death.” Their words didn’t seem as hurtful, or contrived or unrepentant as they did in 1999.

In the documentary 13 Families, Lauren Townsend’s stepfather, Bruce Beck, says much the same thing about his opinion of the Klebolds’ letter (from 1:13:00 - 1:13:45).

You know, Klebold’s parents sent us a card that basically had been written by their lawyer–you know, no compassion in it–basically, you know, saying they’re quote-unquote “sorry,” but “sorry” really didn’t come through in the words.  The Harrises–we sat across the table from them, and not once did they say “We’re sorry that you lost your daughter,” you know.  They didn’t say it because they know they own some responsibility in this.  They know they own some responsibility in it, and it’s one of those things that, you know, will drive me crazy for the rest of my life.

The letter to the Curnows (from the “Afterword” to the paperback edition of Dave Cullen’s Columbine, p. 365which is not in the e-book, by the way):

Sue Klebold wrote letters to the Thirteen the first spring, but Bob did not receive his.  It went to his ex-wife.  He heard about the letter and asked for a copy.  She provided one.  Then he asked for the envelope.  He received a copy of the backside.  At first it ticked him off, but then he noticed something.  Sue had written her home address on the flap.  He smiled.  He sent a letter back.  He sent another through the Harris attorney.  For years, he got no response.  That wasn’t so important.  He knew he had been heard.  Meetings came, in time…[he meets with both families and keeps in touch with the Klebolds].

The Harris family also sent letters to families of the victims, but they (foolishly, as it turned out) trusted them to the Jeffco Sheriff’s Office where they basically sat on them instead of delivering them to their intended recipients!

One letter, to injured victim Mark Taylor, read, “Please accept our heartfelt wishes for a full and speedy recovery from your injuries. There are no words to express the tragic events of that day. We would have given our lives to prevent them.

“May you have the strength and the support to continue your healing process.”

It was signed, “Sincerely, Wayne, Kathy and Kevin Harris.”

Jeff Kass, Columbine, p. 244.

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Jealousy is a motive for many crimes – especially murder, mostly involving the own life companion. On July 24, 2002, Clara Harris confronted her husband David Harris in a hotel parking lot. She had been notified by the private detective she had hired one week before that David had been meeting with his mistress, Gail Bridges, a receptionist at one of orthodontist practices the Harrises owned. The two had been having a affair for a quite long time. Clara had been suspecting that David was unfaithful and on July 17, 2002, David confirmed her suspicions. Clara insisted that David should end his affair with Bridges and began noting down the differences between her and his mistress. In the following days, Clara hired a personal trainer and planned to get breast implants in hope to save the marriage. David eventually promised her to stop his affair, but nothing could be further from the truth. On July 24, 2002, David told his wife he was going to meet with Bridges to end the affair. Following this, Clara notified the hired private detective about David’s alleged plan – just to make sure if he was being honest. However, instead of meeting with Bridges at a restaurant, David booked a room in the Hilton Hotel in Nassau Bay, Texas, the same hotel he and Clara had married in. Feelings of betrayal and rage surfaced in Clara and she decided to drive with her 16-year-old stepdaughter Lindsey Harris, who sat in the passenger seat the whole time, to the hotel to finally confront David. The conflict between Bridges, David and her escalted quickly and Clara punched David three times, which resulted in her being escorted outside. A few moments later, David came out of the hotel and made his way to the parking lot, not expecting something bad  to happen. Clara ultimately snapped at the sight of David and ran over him three times with her silver Mercedes-Benz, while Lindsey sat in her passenger seat, begging her to stop the vehicle. Clara was arrested shortly thereafter and charged with first-degree murder. The crime was caught on video by the private detective she had hired to spy on her husband. The video showed how the vehicle tossed David’s body around. Clara Harris was found guilty of murdering her husband in Ferbruary of 2003 and sentenced to 20 years in prison and a $10,000 fine. The jury found that Harris committed a crime of passion. She showed remorse for what she had done throughtout the trial and still continues to do so.

anonymous asked:

Hello. I have a question: What did Brooks Brown do to make Eric so mad at him?

Hi! To answer your question, we need to take a rather wild ride.. follow me. ;)

Brooks and Eric met in freshman year of high school. They rode the same bus to school a lot and hung out a bit on the side, getting along mostly due to their shared interests (computers, games). Brooks and Eric didn’t live too far away from each other, so Brooks would sometimes go over to his house to play video games. Brooks got his car before Eric did.

Eric had previously leeched rides off his older brother Kevin in freshman year, but now that Kevin had graduated he was back to riding the bus every day. When Brooks got his car, Eric began riding along with him instead. Brooks alternated his rides with a guy called Trevor Dolac, but Eric seems to have ridden along no matter who was driving at the time.

The problem with Brooks was that he’s not exactly the most punctual person. Trevor didn’t give two shits about that, but nothing annoyed Eric more than that. Brooks describes that Eric used to spend the entire ride complaining about how Brooks needed to get his shit together. One morning, Brooks overslept again. He got a call from Trevor asking where he was. Then, Eric called. Brooks got fed up with Eric constantly riding his case about being late, told him he was running late again and suggested that Eric find another ride.

However, the school bus had already left. Eric got pretty pissy about it, yelling on the phone about what a dick Brooks was. Brooks let him yell for a while and then hung up on him. When Brooks and Trevor then rode to school, a familiar truck stopped in front of them: Mr Harris’s car. Eric got out of the truck and climbed into the backseat of Brooks’s car, all the while huffing at Brooks about being late and about how his dad was pissed off at Eric. Brooks drove him to school anyway, but told him in no uncertain terms that he was done giving Eric rides to school.

Some weeks of Cold Shoulder Treatment (Eric’s speciality) followed this incident. Things came to a head finally when Trevor and Brooks, in separate cars, pulled up near the stop sign next to the bus stop. Eric was throwing snowballs there with some other kids. He spotted the cars. Threw a chunk of ice at Trevor’s car, denting the trunk. Eric picked up another chunk and threw it at Brooks’s car. The windshield cracked a little from that. Brooks was livid at Eric and yelled at him that he was going to have to pay to fix this. Eric laughed back at him and told him “kiss my ass, Brooks, I ain’t paying for shit!”.

Brooks first drove home. Then, in his anger, he drove to the Harris house. Eric’s mom answered the door. And, well, what does a pissy Brooks do? He rats Eric out. Not just about the windshield, mind you. Nope. Brooks knew about the rebel missions and the vandalism Eric was getting up to. Brooks knew about the liquor and the spray paint cans Eric kept in his room.

Meanwhile, Trevor had undertaken a mission of his own. Eric had left his backpack at the bus stop during the snowball fight. Trevor pulled up, grabbed Eric’s bag, and threw it in his car. Trevor and Brooks met back up at Brooks’s house and Brooks’s mom decided they were going to confront Eric. It didn’t take long for them to find Eric. Judy rolled the window down just a little and told Eric “I’ve got your backpack and I’m taking it over to your mom” and requested he meet them there.

Eric basically began spitting fire at that point in time. The exact description gives you a good idea of what the three in the car were facing: “his face turned bright red, and suddenly he began shrieking and pounding on the car, pulling as hard as he could on the door handle. He screamed at them to let him in”. Judy ended up driving away from him in the middle of that tantrum and was able to hand Eric’s backpack over to his mom.

Kathy Harris called Judy later that night and was willing to hear her out, but Wayne Harris kept saying that his son didn’t mean it and didn’t seem to want to hear that his son had done anything wrong. He told Judy that Eric was afraid of her. The Browns contacted the police after Brooks had gone to school the day after and had heard that Eric was threatening him. That night, they got another phonecall from the Harrises. This time, it was Wayne Harris telling them he was bringing Eric over to apologise. The full account of that is a genius move from Judy Brown:

“Eric came over and stood in our doorway, and he just had this fake tone to his voice,” Judy said. “‘Mrs. Brown, I didn’t mean any harm, and you know I would never do anything to hurt Brooks.’ I let him finish, but I could see right through the act. And then I said ‘you know, Eric, you can pull the wool over your dad’s eyes but you can’t pull the wool over my eyes’.

That seemed to surprise him. He said, ‘are you calling me a liar?’. I remember that specifically. And I said, ‘yes, I am. And if you ever come up our street, or if you ever do anything to Brooks again – if I ever see you on our street again – I’m calling the police’.”

Eric was shocked by Judy’s words. He didn’t say anything further; he just turned and stormed out to his father, who was waiting in the car. 

“I don’t think anyone had ever confronted him like that before,” Judy said. “I think he was amazed that I didn’t just go, ‘it’s okay, Eric, yes’. Maybe he had gotten away with it for so long, manipulating people that way, that he was stunned that it didn’t work.”

Aaaand there you have it, the full account of how those shenanigans with Brooks initially started. It was a rather minor quibble, honestly, but I think quite a bit of its underlying emotion may lie in Eric’s relationship with his parents. Note how Eric griped at Brooks that his dad was pissed at him after Brooks had initially refused him the ride to school while the bus had already left. Also note that Brooks and Judy exacerbated the windshield incident by involving Kathy Harris (and later also Wayne) and telling Eric’s parents what their son was getting up to. Judy later notes that there may have been something in that backpack that Eric didn’t want either of his parents to see, which is as good a bet as any, but I also think that Eric got furious with them for simply taking his property and involving his mom in it all.

anonymous asked:

The way the carrascos/dwyers/krieger harrises 3rd and 5th wheel with each other when their s/o's are out of town is friendship goals

It’s not 3rd/5th wheel when you’re family. That sounded really corny sorry 🤦🏻‍♀️