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This time in our Tour of Columbine/Littleton, we’ll visit a very ordinary, dull, ugly looking location…
This is the underpass (west side, the side of the street Columbine is on) under Pierce Street that Brooks Brown hid under after his encounter with Eric on April 20, 1999. I am absolutely certain it looked just like this in 1999, just because it looks so old and crappy…
From No Easy Answers (page 7):
I got up and kept moving away from the school. I was three blocks away from Columbine when I reached a concrete bicycle underpass that goes right under Pierce Street. I jumped down off the sidewalk and disappeared into it.
I’d gone down here to smoke with friends in the past. I’d never done it to try to protect myself.
My hands were shaking as I pulled out another cigarette. I had to clear my mind.
I replayed everything from the past ten minutes. The explosions. The shotgun blast. It had to be a shotgun blast. Had to be, had to be … I thought back to my conversation with Eric. Had I missed something? A detail, something sticking out of his bag? Anything?
And then it hit me—the sick realization.
Eric.
Son of a bitch.
I suddenly remembered all the articles I’d read about Jonesboro and Pearl and Paducah, and Kip Kinkel and Michael Carneal and Luke Woodham. I remembered those times when we’d laughed in speech class that Columbine was next. We’d said that if any school was ripe to get shot up, it was ours.
Now it was happening, and my friend was behind it.
Oh, man. No. No. Jesus, Eric, what the hell are you doing?
Christ, I thought. Get it together. Come on. What if I’m the only one who knows? What if the cops don’t have a name? I’ve got to find a phone. I have to get out of here.
I heard police cars driving overhead as I hurried back out from the underpass. I looked out across the empty lots, to where the closest house was, several hundred yards away.
Then I heard it. I turned around just in time to see a massive barrage of police cruisers, a dozen of them if not more, thundering north on Pierce toward the school with sirens wailing. If I needed any further confirmation that this was real, I found it when I saw half the police force of Jefferson County descending on Columbine.
Looking outside to the Dutch Creek Trail, the bicycle/walking path winding underneath Pierce Street.
Here’s where it’s located:
Brooks has visited this place at least once since then, as this 2004 FHM interview records.
“This is where it all began. This is where I sat listening to the gunfire and the screams and thought: ‘Oh Jesus, somebody is shooting up my school.’”
We are sitting in a bicycle underpass which runs beneath Pierce Street, three blocks from–and leading to–the most famous school in the world. Opposite us, reliving a truly horrific day, is 23-year-old Brooks Brown, the best friend of the two students who committed the Columbine massacre. And massacre it was. By the time 18-year-old Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold blew their brains out in the school library, they left behind them a trail of destruction that was to add up to one teacher and 12 students dead and 23 more seriously injured. It was an act of brutal slaughter so chilling in its planning and execution it was to send shockwaves around the world.
“I was one of the survivors that day,” says Brooks, lighting a cigarette, his hands visibly shaking. "But it wasn’t long before my life would be totally destroyed.“
April 20, 1999 had started like any other high-school day for Brooks Brown. With less than a month until graduation, his mind was on securing good grades and then getting the hell out of a school where–he claims–bullying was rife and teachers turned a blind eye. "It was a beautiful sunny day,” he says, gazing at the ceiling of the underpass. "I was having a cigarette in the parking lot when Eric pulled up in his grey Honda Civic. I asked him why he’d just missed our philosophy lesson. He laughed and told me it didn’t matter any more. Then he fetched a gym bag off his back seat and looked me straight in the eyes. 'Brooks,’ he said, ‘I like you now. Get out of here, go home.’“
Confused, Brooks wandered out of the school onto Pierce Street and then heard a loud crack in the distance. "I thought it was a nail gun from a nearby construction site, then I heard something much louder and I knew instantly something horrible was happening.” Gripped by fear and panic, he ran for his life, the sounds of gunfire, explosions and screaming filling the air behind him.
“This is where I came to try and get my head together–as I sat where I am now, it hit me…Eric! No, no, no! Jesus, Eric–what the hell are you doing?”
Brooks points at a row of houses 200 yards away. "See that house on the left? I ran there, borrowed a phone and told my dad that I thought Eric was shooting up Columbine–I still had no idea that Dylan, my best friend, was helping him do it. And then I suddenly thought, ‘My brother–he’s still in the school!’“
The other (east) side of the underpass.
Some of the grass and foliage along the Dutch Creek Trail.
There really isn’t much to see…I suspect the graffiti (now covered up) might have dated from years or even decades earlier!
From the official Foothills Park & Recreation District site regarding Dutch Creek Regional Trail:
Construction of this trail started in the early 1980’s with funding assistance from Jefferson County Open Space, GOCO and Land and Water Conservation Funds.
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“There are so many haunting loose ends. Take the case of Sarah Cudworth, an eighteen-year-old interviewed by an Arapahoe County investigator less than two weeks after the shootings. Cudworth told the deputy that she’d been introduced to Eric Harris in 1997 by her friend Robert Craig, a Columbine honor student who killed his stepfather and himself later that year. Like Harris, Craig was a bright, moody young man who hung out with a disaffected crowd but was not a member of the Trenchcoat Mafia. His stepfather happened to be a former sheriff’s deputy.
“Sarah told me they were all drawn together by their intelligence and boredom with school,” the investigator wrote in his report. “Harris had a lot of hate, but he never told her about any plans to hurt anyone. Harris did talk about how he was harassed.”
Eric Harris and Robert Craig. You’d think such a startling nexus of anger and despair would require some followup, but there is no trace of any subsequent interviews with Cudworth or anyone else on that point. “ - Westword
We do know a bit about him from this article that’s blocked from other countries.
In September 1997, Sharpe's 18-year-old son, Columbine senior Robert Craig, took the .22-caliber handgun Sharpe stashed in her bedroom, killed his stepfather with a single shot to the head, then fatally shot himself through the roof of his mouth.
Robert - who, as he grew older, urged his mom to stop calling him Robbie - had a 3.8 grade-point average, a part-time job at his neighborhood Quizno's and plans to attend the University of Colorado.
He liked math, Stephen King novels and playing electric guitar in his heavy-metal band, called "Lost Cause.'' Sharpe said he didn't drink or do drugs. He had friends, returned home before his curfew and often told his mom he loved her.
Mother and son regularly stayed up together watching late-night TV, often dashing to King Soopers for chocolate and Cheetos.
"I thought he was a pretty wonderful kid,'' Sharpe, a semi-retired paralegal, said of her second and youngest child.
For what it's worth, she said Robert "looked like every other kid at Columbine,'' with T-shirts, baggy pants and a chain he wore hanging from his waist.
Further, he had a close relationship with his stepfather, Steve Sharpe, 44.
"Nobody's going to believe me, but they didn't fight. They got along very well,'' she said.
She said she and her husband of 11 years had talked with Robert about college, safe sex, drinking and driving and so many other issues that magazines and public service announcements urge parents to discuss with their kids. She had, quite simply, assumed Robert was doing fine.
"You don't even think to tell them not to commit suicide or not to commit murder,'' she said. "That just never enters your mind.''
But looking back, she realizes there were signs she shouldn't have ignored.
- He often acted quiet, withdrawn and brooding.
- He had said he hated school, but wouldn't elaborate on why.
"We didn't push him because his grades were good. He seemed to be doing very well,'' she said. "Have you tried to get a teenager to talk when they don't want to?''
- He had given away some of his T-shirts to friends.
- And a few weeks before his death, he told Sharpe he didn't need her to buy him a new car to replace the 1979 Malibu clunker he inherited from his grandmother.
"What 18-year-old boy doesn't need a new car?'' she asked, angry at herself for not noticing his warning.
Sharpe, 48, said "there must have been'' some incident or experience that traumatized her son, "but he didn't confide it to me.''
With hindsight, she knows Robert simply told her what she wanted to hear - that everything was fine.
"He kept it really carefully guarded from all the people who had power to stop it,'' she said about his troubles. "If my antennae were up, I would have figured it out.''
Sharpe sees the murder-suicide as an act of hate toward her and her husband.
"I think he hated us both because we didn't see the amount of pain he was in,'' she said. "I think after he killed his (step)father, it wasn't what he thought it would be. He couldn't go any further. So, the suicide.''
Before last week's killings at Columbine, Sharpe had never heard of the school's Trench Coat Mafia - the group of teens with which last week's killers, Eric Harris, 18, and Dylan Klebold, 17, have been linked. And, despite reports from students, Robert wasn't a member of the clique.
Sharpe places no blame on Columbine nor on the Jefferson County School District, and says she wonders each day who or what really was responsible.
Maybe she should have spent more time with Robert, she said. Maybe he had some kind of imbalance or was traumatized at age 4 by her divorce from his father. May be he saw too many violent movies. Maybe ...
The details about the young lives of Robert's schoolmates, Harris and Klebold, are starting to come to light. And, no doubt, the scores of people stunned by the bloody rampage will ask the same questions about them and their parents.
Sharpe - who describes the past 19 months as "a fog'' - says TV viewers and others following the Columbine tragedy shouldn't jump to conclusions about what was going on in the killers' heads or homes.
Sometimes everything seems OK, she said. Sometimes parents can't see that their kid is on the edge.
And so, she urges parents, "Ask your kids what's hurting them.
"Get to the bottom of their pain.'' - The Denver Post
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