As it unfortunately turns out, I did know two of the people murdered this week. One was my French professor; the other was a student enviromental activist that used to work with the Mountain Justice group on campus. Both were wonderful human beings who will be much missed.
But it’s pretty hard to reflect much, because things here in town are still crazy. There are as many media people on campus as there are students. It’s enormously frustrating — there are memorials set up on the Drill Field on campus, with students gathered together crying while news anchors touch up their make-up and camera operators jostle each other to get the best shot of the action. You can’t get near the memorials without someone filming you, taking your picture, or asking for an interview. When I was down there this afternoon, some evangelical group had set up a public address system near the memorials and was preaching hellfire to the people who had come to pay their respects to the dead. Thankfully, the police showed up and shut them down.
I, for one, will be enormously relieved when all of these sharks finally pack up and go home. To watch them use the deaths of 33 people for corporate, religious, or personal gain makes me sick to my stomach. A lot of folks here are hurting pretty badly, and a little common courtesy would go a long way. It doesn’t look like we’re going to get it any time very soon.
To all of you who have called or e-mailed me: I’m not ignoring you; it’s just that a lot of people have contacted me, and I haven’t made time to sit down and answer all of the messages yet. I will, but probably not this week. Thanks for thinking of me and everyone else here in Blacksburg. If you’d like to contribute to the VT memorial fund, you can do so here.