My brother, Abdel Hamid Abeidoh, is a mechanical engineering senior at Virginia Tech. The following is what he wrote regarding his experiences, thoughts and feelings about the massacre.
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On Monday the 16th of 2007, a terrible tragedy struck the Virginia Tech campus in Blacksburg, Virginia. I was ready for school and waiting for the bus when it didn’t arrive, I turned around and went back home to wait for the next bus when I briefly checked my e-mail.
“A gunman is loose on campus. Stay in buildings until further notice. Stay away from all windows’ Arrived at 9:50 AM.
At this point, I was astonished, but not shocked. During the previous year, an escaped inmate had killed a police officer and was rouge on the Campus. The campus was closed down until he was caught.
As I sat down and had breakfast, a second e-mail came:
“Virginia Tech has canceled all classes. Those on campus are asked to remain where there are, lock their doors and stay away from windows. Persons off campus are asked not to come to campus.”
Then a third
“In addition to an earlier shooting today in West Ambler Johnston, there has been a multiple shooting with multiple victims in Norris Hall.
Police and EMS are on the scene.
Police have one shooter in custody and as part of routine police procedure, they continue to search for a second shooter.
All people in university buildings are required to stay inside until further notice.
All entrances to campus are closed.”
Then a fourth.
“Shooting at Virginia Tech / Statement by President Charles W. Steger
The university was struck today with a tragedy of monumental proportions. There were two shootings on campus. In each case, there were fatalities. The university is shocked and horrified that this would befall our campus. I want to extend my deepest, sincerest and most profound sympathies to the families of these victims which include students There are 22 confirmed deaths.”
Whilst the emails were flooding my inbox, I was informed that CNN had coverage of the issue and were giving updates. I turned the news on and then it suddenly hit me. I was looking at a building I visit multiple times a week, hearing gunshots and seeing students run for their lives. The mechanical engineering department in Randolph Hall is a building I spend much of my time in. It is 20 meters away, directly facing Norris hall. I was shocked and concerned, very concerned.
I am no stranger to violence, especially senseless violence. I am from the Middle East, specifically, a war torn region where daily there are multiple deaths and symbols of aggression. I have been around men with guns, men that stared down at me with hate. I am no stranger to violence.
However, I was half way around the world from that image; I was in the peaceful and beautiful little town of Blacksburg. For something like this to happen here, it scares me. I lower my head in humiliation as my faith in humanity decreases yet again; the ball in my throat grows with every increasing death toll.
Something like this should not happen in a place like this. People come here to nurture their minds, to expand their knowledge, to feed their interests. It is a place of honor, of academia. This is not a battlefield; there are no religious or racial divides here, physical or emotional. This is a place where logical thought processes define our success, where diplomacy and debate deal with controversial issues.
Regardless, I saw my friends break down, crying and grieving. I tried to help them, I tried to explain to them that grieving is a difficult and long process. I attempted to justify the events through social problems, through mental issues, through cultural shock. I couldn’t really, what happened here is insanity. It was a collide of so many negative events in the murderer’s life that trying to explain them to myself made me only sick.
A few days later, I was riding my bicycle with my friends when we decided to ride through campus. I approached the drill field and saw flowers, candles, memorials, notes, people crying, police everywhere and finally, I saw Norris Hall. That’s when the tragedy of what happened finally sunk in.
During the days, I received e-mails, phone calls and text messages from people I haven’t heard from in over 12 years. My family was very concerned, my friends were worried. All I could do was constantly remind them that I was OK. The fear in their hearts only helped try to make me afraid. I was fine, I was lucky. I am alive. The sense of concern somehow reached the Jordanian Embassy, evident by the phone call I received Tuesday afternoon. Previously, my attitude was that of shocked but stable. It was the events effect on the people around me that took the biggest toll on me.
Maybe I am desensitized by the war that plagues this world, or by the inhumanity I see on the news every day, or by the hate, racism and prejudice I sometimes witness, quite likely by the sense of corporate greed that somehow managed to put a price on human life. I question all of it, and luckily I was in the only place where that answer could be found. The Virginia Tech community is one of academic excellence, one of friendship, one of humanity. The people here are capable of forgiveness, of understanding. If education and understanding were the secret to a peaceful and loving world, my experience here at Virginia Tech only reinforces the hope I have for the future of this planet.
In brief:
Life is precious, and valuable. I am shocked that a massacre can happen in such a beautiful and wonderful place, yet part of me understands that violence can happen anywhere. I am sad for the people who suffered from this tragedy, yet I am strong because I can see people around me question the circumstances that caused this murderer to become a murderer. I hear from people the following words: It is insane how a little town in Blacksburg where 32 people were murdered can get more media attention than the 200+ who died in Iraq the following day.
In Blacksburg, we had one man go insane and forget the value of human life. In Iraq we have tens of thousands of men that believe that a human life has a price, and it varies based on religion, ethnic origin or the language they speak. Why is there a difference between the value for life in Iraq, and the value of life in Blacksburg?
I only hope that the men and women at Virginia Tech see this as tragic event as a reason to purge hate and discrimination from the world. 