Excerpt from the March 15th, 1999 tape made by Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the boys who committed the Columbine High School shooting.
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are sitting in the Harris home basement-level family room. Eric is sitting on the couch and Dylan’s sitting in a chair nearby. They’re drinking from a Jack Daniels bottle, which Eric points out. The boys begin to discuss a number of topics; they speak of their hope that the videos they’re making will one day be shown all over the world, when their “masterpiece” is done and everyone wants to know why they did it.
Dylan: ”I’d like to make a thank you to Mark John Doe and Phil John Doe. I hope you don’t get fucked.” [Eric laughs. Dylan continues.] “We used them. They had no clue… Don’t blame them. And don’t fucking arrest them. Don’t arrest any of our friends, or family members, or our co-workers. They had no fucking clue. Don’t arrest anyone, because they didn’t have a fucking clue. If it hadn’t been them, it would’ve been someone else over 21.”
They mention the time a clerk from Green Mountain Guns called Eric’s home. Eric’s dad, Wayne Harris, answered the phone. When the clerk told him “Hey, your clips are in.” Wayne — who owned guns himself — told the clerk he hadn’t ordered any clips. Eric said his father never asked whether the caller even had the right phone number. Eric says if either the clerk or his father had asked just one question, “we would have been fucked.”
Dylan: ”We wouldn’t be able to do what we’re going to do.”
The boys talk about the large propane bombs they plan to use on the unsuspecting students in the school cafeteria. They discuss bombs and two containers of “propane and napalm,“ and mention “Mr. Stevens” and the shotgun.
“We’re proving ourselves,” they tell the camera and go on to discuss their philosophies.
Eric says he is avoiding spending time with his family, so that there won’t be any “bonding” and “this won’t be harder to do.“
Eric: ”I’m sorry I have so much rage, but you put it on me.”
Eric then complains about his father and how his family had to move five times. He says he always had to be the new kid in school, and was always at the bottom of the “food chain,” which gave him no chance to earn any respect from his peers, as he always had to “start out at the bottom of the ladder.“ He hated the way people made fun of him: “My face, my hair, my shirts.”
Eric: [Speaking to Dylan, not the camera.] ”More rage. More rage.” [He motions with his hands for emphasis.] “Keep building it on.”
Dylan: ”If you could see all the anger I’ve stored over the past four fucking years…”
Dylan then recalls how popular and athletic his older brother, Byron, was, and how Byron constantly “ripped” on him, as did his brother’s friends. According to Dylan, with the exception of his parents, his extended family treated him like the runt of the litter.
Dylan: ”You made me what I am. You added to the rage.”
Dylan says that as far back as the Foothills Day Care center, he hated the “stuck-up” kids who he felt hated him.
Dylan: “Being shy didn’t help. I’m going to kill you all. You’ve been giving us shit for years.“