I can’t stop thinking about how the media turned that whole tragedy into a monster of its own — the coverage didn’t just report
what happened, it shaped how everyone remembered it. In the days and weeks after, outlets chased dramatic narratives: secret clubs, evil loners, and the idea of a ‘trench coat mafia’ that made for
easy soundbites. Those frames flattened a complicated situation into heroes and villains, which made people demand quick fixes like metal detectors and stricter dress codes instead of digging into mental health, bullying, and cultural context.
I followed the reporting like a hungry spectator and felt the creep of sensationalism. Programs like 'Bowling for Columbine' later pushed back on some of the
panic, and deeper work such as Dave Cullen’s 'Columbine' started to peel back myths, but the initial media storm already set public opinion. People began to fear schools in a new way, and survivors were placed on talk shows as human interest props. Watching that unfold made me wary of how headlines can rewrite memory, and I still think about the responsibility journalists have when tragedy happens.