Eric was not part of the 'Trench Coat Mafia' He was friends with Chris Morris, a member. They only on occasion hung out with them. Point in case, on a site related to Columbine a member, Krista e-mailed the owner of the website to debunk that statement.
Date: Sun, 06 Jun 1999 23:55:43 -0600
From: Gina Hanley
Subject: I know why!!!!!!!
Organization: Jefferson County Public Schools
The reason Eric and Dylan are not in the yearbook picture is because they were not friends with any of those people then, they were not in the "GANG". (which it wasn't, by the way, it was just a group of friends, like any other.) The date of that yearbook is 1998, last year. The members of the group didn't get to know Dylan and Eric until this year. This year, the group didn't even really exist. THE FRIENDSHIPS BEGAN TO BREAK UP. It was a normal TEENAGE group of friends, with problems and people who didn't like their friend's friends. So, this is an old picture of a breaking up group of friends who had a label in school. If you look at any other dedication section of any other yearbook, I'm sure you'll find similar pictures of groups of really close friends who want to remember their year together so put a picture in the yearbook and write a crazy dedication that only they can understand. I hate all this media bullshit about Eric and Dylan being the ringleaders in this gang of violent, gay, neo-nazis. First of all, didn't the Nazis kill homosexuals, that doesn't add up. And the thing about the trench coats is also horse crap, they (eric and dylan) only wore their trench coats in the winter (when it's fucking cold here in Colorado). Imagine wearing one of those in the summer, God you'd bake. Second, I don't think that all those girls that went out with Eric and Dylan would say that they were gay. Never!! And violent? How many teenage boy do you know that play Doom? How many thousands of copies of doom and similar games have been sold. Are all those buyers killers? Now you're probably wondering who I am to be saying so much and be so sure of myself. Just look at the picture. I'm the girl in the right hand corner, kind of cut off. My name is Krista (and what a coincidence, my name is in the dedication). All of us in that picture are fearing for our lives and our futures right now. If you'd like to hear more, just e-mail me. Like, I can explain the Cream Soda.
In confidence,
Krista
i am so glad that you have gotten back to me. This whole Columbine has
been the center of my life ever since the 20th. It was so amazing to me, the
whole media circus here in Littleton, a town that's rarely even found on a map.
So, one day i decided that i'd had enough of television and newspapers, so i was
going to see what i found on the internet regarding this whole mess. So i typed
in keyword "trench coat mafia" and i came up with a bunch of pages...
i mean a whole fucking lot of them. and it seems like half of them had that
damned yearbook picture featured (no offense). Did i tell you before that i was
the one who paid to have that picture developed, and i paid $15 to have it put
into last year's yearbook. I wrote that dedecation, excluding eric and dylan's
names, and including all of the stuff that psychologists are analyzing, saying
we were mentally disturbed. well, since this thing, i have been seeing a
"counselor" and he says i am certainly not mentally disturbed.
anyway... the CREAM SOADA thing. this all took place about a year and a half
ago. i had just begun to be friends with a group of people that the jocks and
preps at my school had dubbed the "trench coat mafia". my friend and i
were going out with guys who sometimes wore those fucking trench coats, but we
thought it was cool. it was like we were going out with the "bad guys"
at school (although it was a joke, because we both knew that these guys were not
half of what was said about them). So, i had been going out with this guy for
about a week, and he decided to go with my friend's boyfriend on their off hour
to get us roses. and they also bought some Henry Weinheart's Cream Soda (you
know, the stuff in the brown bottles that look like beer bottles??) anyway, my
friend and i were walking across the parking lot to meet these guys, and one of
them was holding a bottle of cream soda. and at the parking place we met up with
3 or 4 more of our friends. Anyway, all of a sudden, there were teachers, the
vice principal, the principal, the campus cop, and the two butt-headed,
fat-assed campus narcs ("campus supervisors"). so they all tell us to
get away from the vehicle and put the bottles down. So we laughingly explain
that it was cream soda. but they would have none of that. The narcs hearded us
into this corner and they searched my boyfriend's car, confiscated the cream
soda (i guess they thought it was beer) and threatened to call our parents. Now,
if you will excuse the excess of profanity, but i was so fucking pissed off... i
am a straight A student and i have a very clean record... and they were fucking
threatening to call my fucking parents over some god-damn cream soda????????...
and i know for sure, that if we had been some fucking football playing, tiny-ass
brained jocks and their whores for cheerleaders (that's how my school was, not
trying to offend you if you know jocks and cheerleaders or are one yourself)...
that we would never had to face that much humiliation, that much resentment,
that much distrust, and that little fucking patience with a couple of teenagers.
Now, don't you think they over reacted a little bit??? and our principal had
never heard of the trench coat mafia???
Ok, i've said a lot, if you want to know anything specific, just ask questions.
Krista