Wrote this over the last ten minutes. Maybe I'll come back to it. Maybe I won't.
I Don't Like Mondays
I don't like Mondays. Who does? First day of work, school. Recovering from the weekend, recovering from a hangover.
Brenda Ann Spencer didn't like Mondays. That's what she said as justification for shooting at a playground full of children in 1979. I imagine Cho Seung-Hui didn't like Mondays either. But I guess we'll never know. We'll never know the reason he gunned down 32 people before turning the gun on himself.
So many people. So many children. So much anger.
Is that the answer to the question that tugs at all our hearts. Is the answer to "Why?" "because he was angry".
I've been angry. We all have. We've all had bad relationships. But yesterday, Monday, something in Cho's head snapped. And his anger could no longer be contained. No longer could be managed. Something in his head that is different in ours sent him out into the world with two handguns, a vest, chains, and ammunition to reload. Something in his head allowed him to wander classroom to classroom, gunning down students and teachers, without saying a word, without even showing any emotion.
We all remember Colombine. We all remember Littleton. I wonder if this is any different. Cho was from South Korea. I wonder if video games can still be to blame? Or Marilyn Manson? I wonder what the gun culture is like in his homeland.
I wonder if he was lonely.
Like so many others, he is described as quiet, private, hard to get to know. We'll probably never know the reason. Never get the answer to "why?". Maybe he wasn't angry.
Maybe he just didn't like Mondays.