all you people out there can just kiss my ass and die. From now on, I don't give a fuck what almost any of you mutha fuckas have to say, unless I respect you which is highly unlikely, but for those of you who happen to know me and know that I respect you, may peace be with you and don't be in my line of fire. For the rest of you, you all better fucking hide in your house because im comin [sic] for EVERYONE soon, and I WILL be armed to the fuckin teeth and I WILL shoot to kill and I WILL fucking KILL EVERYTHING! No I am not crazy, crazy is just a word, to me it has no meaning, everyone is different, but most of you fuckheads out there in society, going to your everyday fucking jobs and doing your everyday routine shitty things, I say fuck you and die. If you got a problem with my thoughts, cometell me and I'll kill you, because . . . god damnit, DEAD PEOPLE DON'T ARGUE!
I'd seen enough. I told my parents.
“This was not a little kid's joke,” said Randy Brown of Eric Harris's Web pages. “Threats against everybody, wanting to kill everybody, the violence of it all. And then there was his specific threat against Brooks. I didn't know anything about threat assessment at the time—we'd never even heard the words before—but those are certainly signs that we know now of serious threats.”
Brooks and his parents got into a heated argument over what to do next. Randy wanted to go to the Harrises and tell them. He suggested faxing the pages to Mr. Harris anonymously. But Judy Brown objected. She said Mr. Harris had done nothing about the windshield incident; he hadn't even offered to pay for the damage.
The family eventually agreed to call the police. That night, Deputy Miller of the Jefferson County Sheriff's Department came to the Brown home to look at the pages for himself. It was March 18, 1998.
Randy Brown handed over printed copies of the Web pages to Miller, and explained his family's past troubles with Eric. They discussed the pipe bombs and Eric's desire to kill more people. Most of all, Randy expressed his concern for Brooks's safety.
Judy and Randy gave Dylan Klebold's name to Miller as well, because he and Eric were such close friends—and Dylan had been mentioned on the site as being part of the “Rebel Missions.” However, Brooks had not told his parents that Dylan was the one who gave him the Web site address in the first place.
I never told my parents that I got the address from Dylan until after the shootings. I was worried that if I did, Eric would find out, and then Dylan would be in trouble with him for having warned me. I simply told my parents that a friend had given it to me, and that if Eric ever found out who, he would hurt him.
In truth, I don't know what Dylan's motives were for giving me that Web site. Maybe he was trying to warn me. Maybe he thought the site was funny, and just didn't take it as seriously as I did.
Or maybe Eric did want him to give the address to me. Maybe Dylan was in on it, and both of them wanted to send me a scare. I didn't know.
I have no doubt that Dylan knew exactly what was on that Web site when he gave me the address. He might not have been posting things on it himself, but at the very least, Eric was keeping him up to speed. So I was afraid to go back to him and mention it.
I was afraid to call the police at first, too. In my dealings at Columbine, I had learned that if you report someone, nothing gets done—and then the person finds out who reported him and makes that person's life that much worse. At Columbine, if you got into a fight with someone and you were scared of him, you might mention this to the administration; the administration would then bring both of you into a “counseling session” to try to work things out. That didn't work. So I feared calling the police, but at the same time, I knew something needed to be done.
My parents did their best to explain to the officer about the Web pages, the references to Doom , and other computer terms.
I'd seen enough. I told my parents.
“This was not a little kid's joke,” said Randy Brown of Eric Harris's Web pages. “Threats against everybody, wanting to kill everybody, the violence of it all. And then there was his specific threat against Brooks. I didn't know anything about threat assessment at the time—we'd never even heard the words before—but those are certainly signs that we know now of serious threats.”
Brooks and his parents got into a heated argument over what to do next. Randy wanted to go to the Harrises and tell them. He suggested faxing the pages to Mr. Harris anonymously. But Judy Brown objected. She said Mr. Harris had done nothing about the windshield incident; he hadn't even offered to pay for the damage.
The family eventually agreed to call the police. That night, Deputy Miller of the Jefferson County Sheriff's Department came to the Brown home to look at the pages for himself. It was March 18, 1998.
Randy Brown handed over printed copies of the Web pages to Miller, and explained his family's past troubles with Eric. They discussed the pipe bombs and Eric's desire to kill more people. Most of all, Randy expressed his concern for Brooks's safety.
Judy and Randy gave Dylan Klebold's name to Miller as well, because he and Eric were such close friends—and Dylan had been mentioned on the site as being part of the “Rebel Missions.” However, Brooks had not told his parents that Dylan was the one who gave him the Web site address in the first place.
I never told my parents that I got the address from Dylan until after the shootings. I was worried that if I did, Eric would find out, and then Dylan would be in trouble with him for having warned me. I simply told my parents that a friend had given it to me, and that if Eric ever found out who, he would hurt him.
In truth, I don't know what Dylan's motives were for giving me that Web site. Maybe he was trying to warn me. Maybe he thought the site was funny, and just didn't take it as seriously as I did.
Or maybe Eric did want him to give the address to me. Maybe Dylan was in on it, and both of them wanted to send me a scare. I didn't know.
I have no doubt that Dylan knew exactly what was on that Web site when he gave me the address. He might not have been posting things on it himself, but at the very least, Eric was keeping him up to speed. So I was afraid to go back to him and mention it.
I was afraid to call the police at first, too. In my dealings at Columbine, I had learned that if you report someone, nothing gets done—and then the person finds out who reported him and makes that person's life that much worse. At Columbine, if you got into a fight with someone and you were scared of him, you might mention this to the administration; the administration would then bring both of you into a “counseling session” to try to work things out. That didn't work. So I feared calling the police, but at the same time, I knew something needed to be done.
My parents did their best to explain to the officer about the Web pages, the references to Doom , and other computer terms.
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