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"I'm Full of Hate and I Love It" (Graphic language warning)
Westword ^ | 6 Dec 01 | ALAN PRENDERGAST

Posted on 12/05/2001 1:23:30 PM PST by real saxophonist

WARNING: Graphic language! I'm serious!

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. "I'm Full of Hate and I Love It"

The secret writings of Eric Harris reveal the explosive rage of a young killer -- and his power to manipulate others.

BY ALAN PRENDERGAST

A year before the shootings at Columbine High School, Eric David Harris already had the plan worked out in his head.

He knew what time to attack the school in order to kill and maim the most students. He knew where he and fellow gunman Dylan Klebold, alias "V" or "Vodka," would park their bomb-laden cars, what they would wear ("all black"), and how they should act ("very casual and silent") as they hauled bags full of explosives into the cafeteria. And he knew how he wanted it to end.

"Sometime in April [1999] me and V will get revenge and will kick natural selection up a few notches," Harris wrote in his journal on April 26, 1998. "If we have figured out the art of time bombs beforehand, we will set hundreds of them around houses, roads, bridges, buildings and gas stations, anything that will cause damage and chaos...It'll be like the LA riots, the Oklahoma bombing, WWII, Vietnam, [video games] Duke [Nukem] and Doom all mixed together...I want to leave a lasting impression on the world."

Over the next twelve months, Harris refined his plan -- assembling an arsenal of bombs, acquiring guns and ammo, plotting the smallest details with an obsessiveness bordering on mania. He and Klebold never strayed from their course. Never mind that they both were in a juvenile-diversion program throughout 1998 for breaking into a van, or that Harris had been grounded by his parents for months (for drinking and bomb-making, he writes, as well as the van burglary), or that he was also the subject of a police investigation into Internet death threats. Adults were easy to fool, and Harris boasted in his journal of his ability to "BS so fucking well" to con and deceive all the stupid people around him who deserved to die.

"I am higher than you people," he wrote. "If you disagree I would shoot you...some people go through life begging to be shot."

Seized by police from Harris's room hours after the shootings, the killer's journal has been one of the darkest secrets of the Columbine investigation, its public release staunchly opposed by the Jefferson County Sheriff's Office. Short excerpts dribbled out in briefings given to school administrators and were leaked to Salon.com in 1999. Last year the sheriff's official report quoted a few lines as well, including a statement that no one should be blamed for the massacre but Harris and Klebold -- a plea, in effect, to absolve police and school officials of any responsibility for the tragedy.

But that isn't Harris's primary message. The handwritten pages obtained by Westword offer hate, not absolution.

They ooze with contempt for cops and other authority figures, people Harris considered embarrassingly easy to dupe, which may be one reason why these writings have been suppressed so long. And they provide glimpses of a teenage terrorist who couldn't wait to carry out his violent fantasies, who was more virulently racist and more acutely psychotic -- batshit mad-dog crazy, in layman's terms -- than previously reported.

They also represent a lost opportunity to have prevented the shootings. Last week U.S. District Judge Lewis Babcock threw out lawsuits filed by victims' families who claimed, among other things, that the sheriff's office had failed to adequately investigate death threats Harris made against classmate Brooks Brown. A year before the massacre, Brown's parents, Randy and Judy, had provided Jeffco with copies of pages from Harris's Web site in which he described detonating pipe bombs. The sheriff's office has said it didn't have enough evidence to pursue the matter. Judge Babcock noted that the "vague, rambling rants" on the Web site didn't include a specific threat to attack Columbine.

But the journal was highly specific. Had the police acted on the search-warrant request for Harris's home that an investigator had drafted in response to the Brown complaint, it's likely that officers would have found at least some of these writings, which feature detailed information about guns, explosives and strategy -- information the police didn't discover until they searched Harris's room hours after the massacre. Information they've kept under wraps ever since.

In the spring of 1998, while Randy Brown was trying desperately to get the police to take a closer look at Eric Harris, the precocious lad was hammering out his plans to slaughter Brown's entire family. He wanted NBK -- short for "Natural Born Killers," his name for the coming apocalypse -- to start with a visit to the Brown household. He and Klebold would "take our sweet time pissing on them, spitting on them, and just torturing the hell out of them," he wrote, before heading on to Columbine.

"It's deeply disturbing," says Randy Brown of the journal pages he recently reviewed. "And Sheriff [John] Stone has known about this for more than two years. He knew that Eric wanted to kill my entire family, but he went ahead and treated Brooks like a possible accomplice anyway."

Not all of Harris's meticulous planning came to fruition.

The gunmen never mastered the art of the time bomb, and they ultimately decided against wearing the "custom shirts," with matching NBK emblems, that Harris envisioned. (On the day of the attack, Harris wore a T-shirt espousing "Natural Selection"; Klebold's T-shirt bore one word: "Wrath.") Many details, though, including the notion of lobbing bombs and firing at students outside, then heading inside to "pick off fuckers at our will," remained remarkably consistent throughout the months of plotting.

Mixed in with the nitty-gritty preparations for mass murder were grandiose fantasies about how far they could go. Maybe they could "hijack some awesome car" and "start torching houses" with Molotov cocktails. Steal a plane and crash it into New York City. Anything was possible, really; in his own sick head, Harris had transformed his estrangement from his classmates into a smug sense of superiority, which he regarded as both a blessing and a curse:

"I hate this fucking world...You may be saying, 'Well, what makes you so different?' Because I have something only me and V have, SELF AWARENESS...We know what we are to this world and what everyone else is...We know what you think and how you act...This isn't a world any more, it's H.O.E." Hell on Earth.

Although he denounced racism on his Web page, he embraced it proudly in his private journal. "I am one racist motherfucker," he announced. "Fuck the niggers and spics and chinks, unless they are cool, but sometimes they are so fucking retarded." But just because he was a racist didn't mean he discriminated; he also lashed out at "white trash p.o.s [pieces of shit]" who deserved to die, too. When you came right down to it, everybody deserved to die, except maybe ten people: "If I could nuke the world I would."

Harris uncorked his deepest, most venomous feelings in his journal. At the same time, he tried to strike a master-criminal pose, knowing that cops would be poring over his words some day. The result is a bundle of contradictions -- part Holden Caulfield, part Travis Bickel (sic). He boasts of the "big lies" he's told his parents:

"Yeah, I stopped smoking....No, I haven't been making more bombs." The big lie about the van break-in was that he was sorry "for doing it, not for getting caught."

He told quite a few lies about the January 1998 burglary, in which he and Klebold were busted and booked for helping themselves to electronic equipment sitting in a van parked in Deer Creek Canyon. As a requirement of the diversion program, he wrote a respectful letter of apology to the van owner: "My parents and everyone else that knew me was shocked that I did something like that. My parents lost almost all their trust in me and I was grounded for two months...I am truly sorry for what I have done."

He also wrote an essay for his court-ordered anger-management class that dripped similar sentiments: "I am happy to say that with the help of this class, and several other diversion-related experiences, I do want to try to control my anger."

Privately, though, he raged against the injustice of it all: "Isn't America supposed to be the land of the free? How come, if I'm free, I can't deprive a stupid fucking dumbshit from his possessions if he leaves them sitting in the front seat of his fucking van out in plain sight and in the middle of fucking nowhere on a Frifuckingday night. NATURAL SELECTION. Fucker should be shot."

Harris also chose to write about the van break-in for a school assignment; he called it "the most significant event that has changed my life." Although he expresses remorse for his actions, the "lesson" he derives from his arrest is to plan ahead: "That experience showed me that no matter what crime you think of committing, you will get caught, that you must, absolutely must, think things through before you act."

His teacher wrote enthusiastic comments in response to the paper: "You have really learned from this, and it has changed the way you think...I would trust you in a heartbeat."

He fooled his teachers, but not the ladies. Among his other preparations, Harris spent considerable energy in his last few months trying to get laid, with little success. The females he lusted after at Columbine seemed to sense that violence was his girl. One remarkable passage in the journal starts as typical adolescent drooling over babes he'd like to bag, but quickly devolves into an orgy of savagery:

"Who can I trick into my room first? I can sweep someone off their feet, tell them what they want to hear, be all nice and sweet, and then 'fuck 'em like an animal, feel them from the inside,' as [Trent] Reznor said...

"I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth like a pop can. I want to gut someone with my hand, to tear a head off and rip out the heart and lungs from the neck, to stab someone in the gut, shove it up to their heart, and yank the fucking blade out of their rib cage! I want to grab some weak little freshman and just tear them apart like a wolf, show them who is god. Strangle them, squish their head, bite their temples in the skull, rip off their jaw...the lovely sounds of bones cracking and flesh ripping, ahhh...so much to do and so little chances."

Showing them who is god began to look easier after they bought firearms at a local gun show in December 1998.

"Today was a very important day in the history of R," Harris wrote. "Today along with Vodka and someone who I won't name, we went downtown and purchased the following: a double-barrel 12 ga. shotgun, a pump-action 12 ga. shotgun, a 9mm carbine, 250 9mm rounds, 15 12 ga. slugs, 40 shotgun shells, 2 switchblade knives, and a total of 4 10-round clips for the carbine. We...have...GUNS! We fucking got 'em you sons of bitches!"

"R" probably is short for Reb, Harris's nickname. But it could stand for "revenge" or "Robyn," as in Robyn Anderson, the "someone" Harris wouldn't name -- the eighteen-year-old classmate who served as straw purchaser for the two underaged gunmen that day.

The exultation of the shopping spree was clouded by one sad note.

"You know, it's really a shame," Harris continued. "I had a lot of fun at that gun show, I would have loved it if you were there, dad. We would have done some major bonding." But Harris was already in trouble at home for getting caught with a flask of whiskey; his major bonding over the next few months was with bombs and shotguns.

Harris made only one entry in the journal in 1999, two weeks before the attack:

"Months have passed. It's the first Friday night in the final month. Much shit has happened. Vodka has a Tec 9, we test fired all of our babies, we have 6 time clocks ready, 39 crickets, 24 pipe bombs, and the napalm is under construction. Right now I'm trying to get fucked and trying to finish off these time bombs.

"NBK came quick. Why the fuck can't I get any? I mean, I'm nice and considerate and all that shit, but nooooo...The amount of dramatic irony and foreshadowing is fucking amazing. Everything I see and hear I incorporate into NBK somehow...feels like a goddamn movie sometimes...

"I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no, don't fucking say, 'Well, that's your fault' because it isn't, you people had my phone #, and I asked and all, but no no no no no don't let the weird looking Eric kid come along, oooh fucking nooo."

That is how the journal ends -- not with the howl of the wolf-god, but the whine of the pathetic geek who can't land a prom date.

And decides everybody deserves to die.

When the first SWAT officers entered the school library almost four hours after the shootings, they found a dozen bodies and one badly wounded girl. The two gunmen were lying in their own blood in a far corner, bombs and guns scattered around them. Klebold was on his back. Harris was crumpled up next to him, leaning against a blood-spattered bookcase.

The top of Harris's head was gone. When the coroner's people moved the body, a "mass of blood" fell out of the open skull and landed on the carpet where Klebold's body had been.

Although questions linger about Klebold's death -- gun in right hand, wound in left temple -- there was no doubt that Harris killed himself. He stuck a shotgun in his mouth and excavated the cranial vault. He blew his brains out.

It was as if, after blaming his misery on "all the fat ugly retarded crippled dumbass stupid fuckheads in the world," the snotty rich toadies and the bitches and the un-self-aware and all the other despised people who needed to be winnowed out, he'd finally elected to deal with the problem at its core.

On a day of obscene horror, it was his one decent act.


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To: Howlin
Yeah.
21 posted on 12/05/2001 2:21:33 PM PST by boris
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To: norraad
Sneakyman, Inc.?

The reference flies over my head.

22 posted on 12/05/2001 2:29:57 PM PST by Oschisms
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To: Xenalyte
There is a growing body of evidence from both news sources and the scientific literature that these drugs produce very negative side-effects in some people.

Here are the last major school shooters and the link under each name is a reputable news source that connects them all with SSRI's (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors) like Prozac, Ritalin, and others:

1) May 20 1999: T.J. Solomon, a 15-year-old wounds six at Heritage High School in Conyers, Ga.. http://www.msnbc.com/news/274480.asp

2) April 16 1999: Shawn Cooper, a 15-year-old sophomore wounds one at Notus Junior-Senior High School in Notus, Idaho. http://www.boiseweekly.com/archive/v7i42/cope/cope_col.html

3) April 20 1999: Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold kill thirteen and wound twenty three at Columbine High School. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/national/daily/april99/antisocial04299.htm

4) May 21, 1998: Kip Kinkel, a 15-year-old kills four and wounds twenty three at Thurston High School in Springfield, Ore.. http://www.drugawareness.org/washtimes.html

23 posted on 12/05/2001 2:34:17 PM PST by 45Auto
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To: Oschisms
Actually, if you read the direct writings it's pretty clear that V is, in fact, Dylan. R is Harris (he says so himself... it was short for Reb).

The NBK shirts were to have the logo over their 1 letter nicknames (R and V).

24 posted on 12/05/2001 2:53:06 PM PST by sharktrager
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To: sharktrager
I read some of the writings months ago- I grant you I can't quote from them, but they left me with the impression that Vodka was a third person.
25 posted on 12/05/2001 2:59:19 PM PST by Oschisms
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To: Oschisms
The many pages of the diary refer to the 2 shooters as "Me and V". Since we know who R is, and who the 2 shooters are, it's pretty clear that V is Dylan.

He also repeatedly says "don't blame anyone besides me and V".

26 posted on 12/05/2001 3:25:55 PM PST by sharktrager
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To: sharktrager
There were more than 2 shooters.

Columbine Research Task Force

Read the witness statements at the bottom of the page.

27 posted on 12/05/2001 6:34:39 PM PST by Oschisms
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To: sharktrager
"Don't blame anybody besides me and V" does sound as if he's referring to Klebold as V.

But doesn't the idea that this kid, who cared so little about the world that he killd people, worried about who will get the blame for the murders ring a little false?

It sounds like he's trying to cover up for others to me.

28 posted on 12/05/2001 6:40:03 PM PST by Oschisms
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To: Oschisms
Actually, given the undeniable fact that our society always finds other to blame whenever something like this happens, no, it doesn't ring at all false that he doesn't want others blamed. He wants credit for his actions. It made him feel big to know he was wielding the power of life and deat.
29 posted on 12/06/2001 5:59:35 AM PST by sharktrager
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To: Oschisms
group of men, (feds IMHO)

You're on drugs.

30 posted on 12/06/2001 6:08:42 AM PST by AppyPappy
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To: 45Auto
Yeah, yeah... Hail Xenu...
31 posted on 12/06/2001 7:06:33 AM PST by Cogadh na Sith
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To: AppyPappy
Yes, I am on drugs, but how does that explain 2 teenagers possessing the strength to move over 60 bombs into the school overnight? Some of these were built out of propane tanks, remember.

And how does it explain that the large majority of witnesses saw at least 3 shooters?

If you're going to disagree with my opinion, perhaps you could offer some facts as opposed to ad hominum attacks. Unless that is too difficult for you to do?

32 posted on 12/06/2001 7:56:23 AM PST by Oschisms
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To: sharktrager
Interesting take. Perhaps. What did you think of the witness analysis?
33 posted on 12/06/2001 7:57:27 AM PST by Oschisms
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To: Howlin
Yeah there is

"As a requirement of the diversion program, he wrote a respectful letter of apology to the van owner: "My parents and everyone else that knew me was shocked that I did something like that. My parents lost almost all their trust in me and I was grounded for two months...I am truly sorry for what I have done."
He also wrote an essay for his court-ordered anger-management class that dripped similar sentiments: "I am happy to say that with the help of this class, and several other diversion-related experiences, I do want to try to control my anger."

Anger mgmt?

Diversion program?

Sometimes I think these people have bumped their heads.

34 posted on 12/06/2001 8:18:01 AM PST by Ragin1
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To: real saxophonist
Yet another example of why a thinking person will make provision for their own self protection. Monsters like these are still being bred(evidence the general trend of our population is not getting more intelligent) Monsters like these dont deserve any consideration other than how you might escape their intentions alive, it time to wake up,if 9/11 hasnt done it for you nothing will.
35 posted on 12/06/2001 8:21:09 AM PST by claptrap
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To: 45Auto
I wish I hadn't read this post. I can't get that sick, twisted crap out of my mind. I feel sick
36 posted on 12/06/2001 8:22:45 AM PST by WindMinstrel
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To: real saxophonist
This is the scariest, most disturbing piece I've read in a long time. My God...how did his parents not know just how freakin' weird that kid was?
37 posted on 12/06/2001 8:32:40 AM PST by Happygal
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To: Oschisms
but how does that explain 2 teenagers possessing the strength to move over 60 bombs into the school overnight? Some of these were built out of propane tanks, remember.

When I was a teenager (18) I hauled 100's of "bombs" (anti-tank missiles) from point A to point B, and thousands of rounds of ammunition - all before lunch. And after lunch my sargent would find something else to keep me out of trouble.

IMHO these boys had to much free time - like most kids. We should throw most of them out of school at 16 and tell them to get apprenticships and become real men and women. How long can we infantilize our young men and women AND lock them up in those amazingly pointless institutions like most high schools and not expect them to go nuts. Idle hands are the Devil's workshop.
38 posted on 12/06/2001 8:53:34 AM PST by Tis The Time''s Plague
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To: real saxophonist
Harris had been grounded by his parents for months (for drinking and bomb-making...)

Huh? What would they have done when he killed somebody? Take away the car keys? This is crazy. Parents, if your kid is making bombs he needs to be put away for a while.

39 posted on 12/06/2001 8:57:47 AM PST by Former Proud Canadian
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To: Lazamataz
You mean its not the videogames and movies that make children murder? He trained how to kill on doom! Yes the game is over 16 years old and it is a little more advanced then the original nintendo but it was soooooo real! It made him do it! Thank god this poor young man did not have a good computer and did not get his hands on quake or heaven forbid quake2! He could have killed the whole entire town!
40 posted on 12/06/2001 9:06:43 AM PST by Libertarian_4_eva
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