Rob Merritt - No Easy Answers: The Truth Behind Death at Columbine

Brown's discussion of Harris's Web pages, where he made a death threat against Brown, and the police's failure to act on them, makes for chilling reading.[R]eaders interested in a close-up account of the tragedy will want to read this book.

Publishers Weekly

Brown's story is gripping and provocative.Excellent choice for outsider teens wondering if there's a light at the end of the bullying tunnel.

Booklist

[The book] gives a perspective no one else couldIt shows a side you cannot get anywhere else.

Brian Rohrbough, father of Columbine victim Daniel Rohrbough

2002

Lantern Books

One Union Square West, Suite 201

New York, NY 10003

Brooks Brown and Rob Merritt, 2002

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Brown, Brooks.

No easy answers : the truth behind death at Columbine High School / by Brooks Brown and Rob Merritt.

p. cm.

ISBN 1-59056-031-0 (alk. paper)

1. School shootingsColoradoLittleton. 2. TeenagersUnited StatesSocial conditions20th centuryCase studies. 3. Brown, Brooks. 4. Columbine High School (Littleton, Colo.)StudentsBiography. I. Merritt, Rob, 1976- II. Title.

LB3013.33.C6 B76 2002

373.788'82dc21

2002010415

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BROOKS BROWN
Thanks to:

ROB MERRITT FOR UNDERTAKING SUCH A DIFFICULT TASK WITH ME and helping me through it. Meagan Fishell for sticking by me through all the shit I've gone through. Michael Troutman, Trevor Dolac, Scott Parker, Brendt Scholle, Adam Calhoun, Derek, Jaysen, Jaymz, Ninja, Injun, and Jamin for being the friends you are. My parents, Randy and Judy, for instilling in me early on the ability to endure and care, and for sticking by me when I am most lost. My brother, Aaron, for giving me ways to have fun over the last three years. My cousin Josh for giving me someone to talk to.

Michael Moore and his entire staff, especially Rehya, for believing in me without having to ask the standard questions. Anne Sullivan at Lantern Books for proving the importance of never giving up. Spike and Brad Xavier, Lou Dog, Bobby B, D-Loc, Richter, Insane Clown Posse, Twizted, anybody killer, Taxman, Pak, and The Wind for proving that people can make good music and not be sellouts.

Troy Manuello, Eric Kritzer, Jan Jankowski, Susan Caruthers, and the janitors of Columbine High School. You were all that kept me in that school, let alone taught me how to enjoy learning and enjoy people.

And thanks to anyone I missed. My Juggalos, family, people who mean a lot to me, everyone. I owe a lotta people for getting through the last few years. You should know who you are.

ROB MERRITT
Thanks to:

BROOKS BROWN FOR TRUSTING ME ENOUGH TO BRING ME ON board for such a personal project; Eddie Morris, Andy Paugh, and Jenny Welp for their critical feedback on early drafts; Randy, Judy, and Aaron Brown for their assistance at every step of the way; Brian Rohrbough and Richard Castaldo, not only for helping me understand their losses, but for their refusal to give up in the face of them; Anne Sullivan at Lantern Books, who championed our project from the beginning; Sarah Gallogly at Lantern for her invaluable guidance; and my parents, Richard and Linda Merritt, for their love and encouragement.

Also, thanks to Pat Dunleavy, David Horton, Ron Smrha, Robert Geuder, Michael J. Peitz, and John and Diane Rosteck for proving that when teachers make the extra effort to touch a student's life and inspire him, it can make all the difference.

Finally, special thanks go to Jamie Christenson, the most amazing friend and inspiration I ever could have asked for. She loved this project and supported it with everything she had, but she did not live to see its publication. I love her with all my heart. This book is for her.

THE LAST TIME I STOOD IN THIS SPOT, THE WORLD AS I KNEW IT WAS about to be shattered.

I'm alone on a staircase outside Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. The spot is a quiet one, bordered by concrete recesses that merge into a sidewalk leading up toward the math wing. I've stood here many times before; this place was always secluded enough for me to get in one last quick drag before an administrator would yell at me to quit smoking on school grounds.

Today it's far away from the pool of media trucks gathered nearby in Clement Park, and from the gymnasium where the big assembly of students and teachers is taking place. It's a good place for me to just stop and think.

It's also a good place to mourn.

I haven't stood here since April 20, 1999. I haven't stood here since exactly one year ago this minute.

For the first two periods of April 20, it had been a typical day at Columbine, no different from any other in the past four years. Finished first hour, went outside, had a cigarette. Went to second hour, where I worked as an assistant to Mrs. Caruthers, the theatre teacher. She handed me some papers to help her review and grade. When the period ended, I went out and had a cigarette.

Looking around during that smoke break, I realized what a beautiful day it was, especially for April, when in Colorado we're used to rain. The sun was out, the sky was clear and blue, and temperatures were finally warming up after the past few months of winter. I was wearing a white Tshirt and jeans; I hadn't even bothered bringing a coat to school.

I finished my cigarette and headed for philosophy class. We had a test that day on Chinese philosophy. I was never a great student at Columbine, but I felt all right about this particular test. Mr. Kritzer was the kind of teacher who truly understood the material he taughtand knew that allowing students to contribute their own ideas, without being judgmental, is critical in the teaching of philosophy. His approach made me enjoy the class, which in turn made me work harder. I had a good feeling about today.

That was when I noticed something odd. Eric wasn't there.

It didn't seem right. My friend Eric Harris skipped class all the time, but he knew this wasn't just a quiz we were taking that morning. The test was going to be worth a good third of our final grade. To miss it was basically to write off the rest of the term.

I tried to shrug it off as his loss. Still, I was a little concerned. Eric was a good student, and his parents drove him hard when it came to grades. I knew I'd have to give him shit about it the next time I saw him.