Tower Parkland Special Issue 2017-2018

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We stand with MSD VOLUME 74, SPECIAL ISSUE

TUESDAY, APRIL 17, 2018

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eeks after the massacre in Parkland, Florida, the staff of Tower reached out to seven people who survived the events of that day. In this Special Issue, you’ll find stories of the incredible students and teachers of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Interviews have been edited for clarity and brevity, and you can find interviewer credits are on page 4. We’ve also redesigned our color palette to match the school colors of Douglas.

Voices from Parkland Interviews with survivors of the massacre thought it was an active shooter drill because we had been having rumors we were gonna have a drill soon. We didn’t realize it was real until we started getting texts from people who were actually in the freshman building.

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HEAD OF SCHOOL LAURA DANFORTH observes as students and faculty participate in a walkout on Mar. 14. The walkout was organized to protest inaction on gun violence.

Editorial: Our American horror

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ifty years ago, after the death of Martin Luther King, Jr., Robert Kennedy quoted Aeschylus to a crowd in Indianapolis: “Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.” Over the last several years that has been our generation’s education on guns. The pain of loss, of terror and of fear has given our generation wisdom. We have a become a generation that does not tolerate disingenuity or opportunism. We have become the Parkland generation. Yet as the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas rolls slowly into the ever-more-distant past, we run the risk of forgetting, of losing our righteous anger. We forgot after after Columbine, after Virginia Tech, after Aurora, after Newtown, after Charleston, after San Bernardino, after Orlando, after Las Vegas. All evidence suggests this latest tragedy will flit from our memory, leaving only its name to be added to the list: Parkland.

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ut we cannot forget. We must not forget. It is a moral abomination and a vile embarrassment that weapons designed specifically to kill scores of people are sold to civilians. That is simply the unadorned moral truth. There is no real point in wading into the swamp of the gun control “debate,” which is close to a shouting match. One cannot make the willfully ignorant see the truth. We will not bother with the litany of dishonest arguments against gun control. We will not seek to sway “gun rights activists” or seek to rebut every pro-gun canard the NRA peddles. The debate they are involved in—the debate politicians like Donald Trump and Marco Rubio perpetuate—is a dishonest one, an evil one,

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A PILE OF SHIRTS for the March For Our Lives. 200,000 people attended the March.

one that survives at the expense of dozens of new dead each day. This does not mean fixes around the edges and bills concerned with updating databases like the recently-passed FixNICS Act. While such technocratic tweaks are necessary, they don’t pass muster as a real solution and would not have prevented Parkland. And Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos’s “hardened schools” plan is even worse. Marjory Stoneman Douglas was a remarkably secure school, yet it still saw its students and teachers butchered. Arming teachers won’t solve anything, and will likely make things worse.

It is a moral abomination and a vile embarrassment that weapons designed specifically to kill scores of people in seconds are sold to civilians. These “remedies” are intended to, at best, avoid the crux of our gun crisis—our guns—or, at worst, benefit the same gun manufacturers that have happily lined their pockets by selling killing machines to maniacs. We can’t be a nation of militarized schools, transparent backpacks and military weapons sold like hot dogs. And this solution does not mean the elimination of the Second Amendment. We do not pose an argument about the meaning of “militia” or the intent of James Madison. Any civics student knows that no constitutional right is absolute, and certainly the right to bear arms was not meant to brush up against our right to “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

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nstead, we will simply demand: demand that our leaders do something, and demand they do it now. Here is what we demand: that weapons like the AR-15, devices like bump stocks and ammunition designed to pierce body armor be permanently outlawed for civilian use. That is how to make sure Aaron Feis and Clementa Pinckney died for something. That is how to truly honor the gun-slain Robert Kennedy, who decried, after MLK’s murder, “this mindless menace of violence.” That is how to restore our national dignity. Perhaps the Trump presidency is not the ideal time for this plea. Perhaps we should wait: for a more reasonable Congress, for a less retrograde president. But we will not, cannot, wait. For we hold in our heads the words of King, shot down in the prime of life: “the time is always right to do what is right.”

COURTESY OF KYRAH SIMON

Kyrah Simon Junior

Since it was Valentine’s Day, my main concern was the fact that I didn’t have a boyfriend. Girls walked around with roses, balloons, and those life-size teddy bears. I was looking forward to the leadership kids passing out carnations. When the alarm went off, I was finishing an essay for a project, because I didn’t want to have to work on it at home. Since it was the second fire alarm of that day I thought that the staff had burned something. When we lined up, I heard pops and thought they simulated an active shooter drill.

“Since it was Valentine’s Day, my main concern was the fact that I didn’t have a boyfriend.”

COURTESY OF JOEY MONDELLI

Joey Mondelli Senior

That day was just a normal day in the morning, it was Valentine’s Day, so I had planned on taking my girlfriend out on a date later that day. Up until the fire alarm went off, I was stress free. When the fire alarm went off, I had just assumed it was a normal fire drill, although I found it weird that it was so late in the day.

“I didn’t think it was real, until I got a text saying, ‘Someone in my class just got shot.’” Even when I heard shots, I didn’t even think it was real, until I got a text saying, “someone in my class just got shot.” I actually was out at the bathroom literally a minute before the fire alarm went off, which is while shots were being fired, but I had ear buds in, so I didn’t hear shots at the time. But as soon as I got back to class the fire alarm went off. When we were outside the classroom, faculty was screaming to get back into our classes, and I turned around to go back to class, I heard about five shots go off. The people that I was with all

COURTESY OF JEFFREY FOSTER

Jeffrey Foster

AP U.S. Government Teacher The day of we had a fire drill that morning and then I’d been telling the kids for weeks that there was going to be a code red or a code black coming up because the administration had been talking about it for a while, even after the fire drill that day (the rest of the periods). I had told the kids, “We might have a live, fake-shooter drill on campus in the next couple of weeks.” When the fire alarm went off, the majority of my students thought it was a fake drill. I think at least on my side of the building, as I was opposite where the killings took place, I think it actually led to a little bit more calm until we got phone calls that said “active shooter.” Then all hell broke loose. Then the people started climbing fences and running and jumping.

“All hell broke loose. Then the people started climbing fences and running and jumping.” My teacher neighbor told me that he thought he’d heard shots, again we weren’t sure if they were real or if they weren’t real. I personally did not hear them.

“It was just pandemonium.” When my brother said there was an active shooter on campus, me and my two colleagues who are responsible for that side of the building stayed behind and made sure everybody escaped, for lack of a better word. Then we walked out to the streets. It was just pandemonium. We were on the street that was parallel to the building, there had to be at that point a hundred cops, and cops were coming from every corner of the world at that point. I hate to use the word surreal, but it was one of the most surreal moments of my life. It was unimaginable, it was indescribable. It felt like a brain-wipe, just a bad dream.

Aly Sheehy Senior

The fire alarm went off and we thought it was very weird since it was COURTESY OF ALY SHEEHY 15, 20 minutes till the end of class. We all walked outside and saw running and screaming. And we thought “Oh, maybe this is a real fire. Maybe we should walk a little faster.” The administrators were outside and yelling at us to turn back inside the building, and we just followed their instructions and went back into the auditorium.

“I had friends who I’d gone to school with my entire life break down and start crying.” For those first ten minutes, I think everybody thought it was a drill until people started getting messages from our friends inside that building saying “this is real” and we were sent messages that said, “are you OK?” It’s hard being in that situation as I had friends who I’d gone to school with my entire life break down and start crying and seeing people text their mothers “I love you” or their parents texting them “I love you if you don’t make it, if you don’t make it, just know I love you.”

Becca Schneid Junior

It was Valentine’s Day, so I was going out with my significant other, and ALI SMITH, COURTESY the day seemed OF BECCA SCHNEID normal. In the yearbook, they’re devoting two pages just to Valentine’s Day because it was a beautiful day.

“Then we heard screams of ‘Code Red.’” I was in class with my newspaper crew, and the fire alarm went off, and at this point it was because [the shooter] had fired so many rounds that the smoke caused the alarm to go off. But we had no idea what was going on when the fire alarm went off. Then we heard screams of “Code Red” and “go back to your rooms,” so I ran to our newspaper room. We crouched in the corners. Then we started hearing sirens and helicopters, and that was when we kind of realized that this was a real thing. Then my teacher had us move into the corner and put us into the photo closet of the newspaper room, and so 20 of us huddled in there and over time, we started to hear more, but we still didn’t know whether we were safe.


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