I’m part of the Columbine generation – nothing has changed in America

Within two months of starting school in North Carolina, we had our first ‘code red’ drill. Schools hesitated to use the name for what the drill was really meant to prepare us for – active school shootings.

I was 5 years old.

Managing to get a classroom of two dozen tiny, clueless kids to remain quiet and sit still in the dark is no easy feat, but Ms Lawson managed to do it. 

‘Silent hide and seek,’ she explained to us.

These drills had become part of school life, ever since April 20, 1999.

That day, five years prior to my first ‘code red drill’, I was peacefully in my mother’s womb. By the time I was born, my future was confirmed: I was part of the Columbine generation. 

The tragedy which befell Columbine High School saw two boys – who don’t deserve to be named – walk into the Colorado school armed with sawed off shotguns to murder 13 people.

It’s been 25 years since, and the tragedies have continued, year after year, with no change.

Most recently, Apalachee High School in Georgia suffered a mass shooting that killed four people and injured nine others.

Familiar condolences messages, thoughts and prayers have been issued to families of children killed while in classrooms. But nothing is different. 

Emily’s first year of kindergarten coincided with the 1996 Dunblane Massacre, which saw 16 children and one teacher killed in a small Scottish town.

The UK passed legislation after Dunblane enacting stricter gun laws, including a ban on handguns. Since, there have been no similar incidents in the UK. The US, however, has had 416 school shootings since Columbine.

The entirety of my generation’s schooling years were formed on the assumption that events of Columbine or Dunblane could happen again, anywhere, anytime.

While chatting with my mom about the subject, she recalls a time when I was around 16, and when we were talking about the Charleston church shooting and gun safety in general. I apparently mentioned to her, nonchalantly: ‘Whenever I go into a movie theatre, I check the exits so I know where to leave.’

‘That struck me,’ my mom says. ‘I hate that you felt like it was a normal thing to think.’

She’s right – it’s not normal. But it’s all my generation has seen as the norm. My parents wouldn’t have blinked twice at going into a crowded movie theatre, or thought of locating exit doors in a large lecture hall while in university.

As I went through school, the tragedies kept happening, increasing in number and violence.

32 people died in the 2007 Virginia Tech shooting when I was 8 years old in second grade, still learning about my times tables and obsessing over the then newly-minted stardom of Hannah Montana.

While baking Christmas cookies with my Grandma in eighth grade, a live news stream showed the press conference for the 2012 Sandy Hook shooting, which saw 20 students and 6 adults shot and killed. It was a stark backdrop against the messy dining table, dusted with powdered sugar.

I remember my grandpa sitting in silence and watching the TV intently, his hands folded beneath his chin, as I sprinkled cinnamon sugar on my snickerdoodles.

Shortly after I made the move to London in 2021, four students were killed in Oxford High School, Michigan.

That following spring, 21 students and teachers were shot and killed in Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas. 

The police officers who entered the building after the shooting vomited after seeing the carnage and uncrecognisable bodies of six and seven year olds.

My generation in America has grown up thinking school shootings are part of life. My parents and grandparents never saw constant news coverage of school shooting alerts, and probably never thought their children would find it normal.

Americans have listened to politicians spout bull***t ‘thoughts and prayers’ after more and more children are mutilated by bullets each year.

I’m not a politician – I’m just a person who is tired of reading stories about children who went to school and never returned. It’s a narrative that makes me feel physically ill, no matter how many times I see news stories on it.

It’s not normal to grow up praying before each movie screening that a gunman doesn’t burst in.

I’m lucky – I have never been in an active shooting situation. I haven’t lost friends or watched my classmates slump over from gunshots, trying to stem the bleeding from their wounds.

But what I do know is that over 25 years ago, two cowards walked into Columbine High School and opened fire.

And nothing has changed since.

This article was originally published on the April 20, 2024 – the 25th anniversary of the Columbine School Shooting.

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