It was 10 years ago today that I was on a plane bound for Denver to cover the Columbine shootings for the Leeza Show, a news-reactive talk show that aired on NBC for seven years. As a young 20-something, my aspirations to be a broadcast reporter cultivated my thirst to cover news, something the show’s executive team allowed me to pursue on a national scale.
As the horrifying news of the shots being fired at Columbine High School hit the airwaves, I was running out to catch a plane, landing 5 hours later with only a backpack, Hi-8 camera and a notepad. As I got off the plane, I sprang into action, catching a ride to Littleton with a local camera crew from San Diego. As we loaded the car, I quickly realized the reality of my “rookie” ways as they loaded high-tech cameras, monitors and microphones along with extensive luggage, ready to set up shop for a week. Looking back, I should’ve done the same. Nevertheless, I was on my way to cover a big-time story that would forever leave an imprint on the way I covered future news events.
It was dark when I got to the school, and actually pretty quiet, with one satellite truck standing in the distance. I beamed with excitement when I saw the NBC imprint with the peacock on the side. I quickly befriended the editor inside and touched base with the producer in LA, who frantically wanted updates that I didn’t have. She said, “You want to be a reporter, then go get the story, find out Who, What, When, Where and How, and do it fast!”
On my own, I found a ride to the nearby elementary school that was serving as a refuge for many of the students and families who were reeling from the shock. I started asking questions and talking to people to glean information. My job was to secure interviews with students and parents and those directly impacted by the tragedy. It was there I met a young man who was friends with Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the shooters who embarked on this bloody massacre. This young man had been a member of the Trenchcoat Mafia, a group of outcasts that Harris and Klebold were a part of. He said he was not surprised by their violent outburst that had been building for some time. I knew immediately that I had a strong interview subject and made arrangements for him to appear in a satellite interview with Leeza.
I could hardly sleep that night thinking of the events that unraveled earlier that day and how I was going to cover the heartbeat of this tragedy that was not only impacting the Columbine community, but the entire world. The next day I woke up to one of the most profound interviews I have ever watched. Katie Couric was seated next to Craig Scott and Isaiah Shoel’s father, who were holding hands in an emotionally charged exchange. The on-air segment captured the grief, sadness and shock the two were experiencing after losing a sister and a son.
I was overwhelmed after arriving at Columbine High later that morning. The scene had transformed from a quiet episode of grief to a circus of satellite trucks that were lined up as far as I could see. An area
on the baseball field had been roped off for the media, and everyone was scrambling to capture the story. Fortunately, I was inconspicuous with my backpack, young appearance and small hi-8 camera, and was able to break through the perimeter. At around noon, the students gathered around Rachel Scott’s car, the beloved 17-year-old girl who was the first victim and allegedly served as target because of her Christian beliefs. With acoustic guitars playing and students singing, the car was swarmed with those who wanted to pour out their tears, recognizing the tremendous impact this girl had made on their lives. I watched as journalists observed behind their marked perimeter, most of them untouched by the emotional scene before them. As I stood watching, I noticed many of the reporters laughing with each other, wrapped up in their own conversations, separated from the harsh reality of one of the deadliest shooting rampages in U.S. history. It was then that I vowed to never become immune to the human experience, and when I did, it was time to depart the world of news.
After spending the week setting up interviews, shooting b-roll and giving live reports, it was time to head home. As the adrenaline from covering the story evaporated and I sat on the floor of the Denver airport reliving the horrific events, depression set in. I was completely drained and depleted, trying to put a toe in the shoes of those who lost so much, so quickly. You see, Columbine was a middle-class, safe environment with a strong Christian community much like the area where I grew up in Huntington Beach. The massacre that killed 12 students and a teacher was unforeseen, something that was not even imagined in their worst nightmares.
Since that time, I have helped produce many talk and reality shows, worked as a broadcast reporter on the Texas/Mexico border and dedicated my time marketing for a security consulting firm before joining HKA. The events of that day have guided my ability to execute interviews, cover stories and produce segments in a more profound way, allowing me to interact with those on the receiving end with compassion, never losing sight of their experience and how it is impacting them. It was 10 years ago today that I remember those whose lives were taken, and reflect on how it has changed me as a professional, and more importantly, as a person.