You will not find names here. You will not find name-calling here. Fact is, it isn't time yet. For the latter anyway - and what does the former even matter? A 16-year-old girl was not only stabbed to death by a male classmate, but in the hallway of her own school. For declining an invitation to the prom. A prom she was attending with someone else.
No diatribe about guns versus knives here. No rants about school security, or the lack thereof. Fact is, what could security have done to prevent a seemingly harmless Friday morning conversation that escalated so quickly it resulted in a throat being slashed? Unless there are Stormtroopers every ten feet then nothing. Nada. Zip.
People were quick to make this tragedy about CT's misguided legislation post-Newtown; others about a generation of kids who get everything they want and are just not used to hearing "no;" still others about mental health. Now, I'm up for two out of three of those conversations, but I simply cannot have them until we know something...anything.
Was this boy her ex-boyfriend or not? Was he on any sort of medication? Were there any known issues he was dealing with? Until we have those answers there is no conversation to be had.
If it does get reported - and confirmed - that the accused was medicated in any way, then that is the discussion to be had. I feel like a girl who stares out a window all day long is urged to "talk to someone;" a boy who is just gets medicated. That's how I feel. I may be wrong, but there you have it.
If it turns out to be a boy who was as together as can be, strong family, liked this girl from afar, and the "no" was just unacceptable to him, well, then we - and I mean fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, human beings - have to embrace randomness. Which is as cuddly as a porcupine.