OPINION: Terror at Ohio State serves as reminder of frightening reality
Arnav Damodhar | Associate Editor
It will never happen to me.
I had seen it in the news often, but I somehow thought it wouldn’t happen where I live. Whenever we practiced ALICE training, I always thought my community or I wouldn’t be affected. It’s that kind of thing that only happens to others.
But after what happened on November 28, I realized that I could not have been more ignorant.
It started off like a day like any other at a college campus. 60,000 shuffled back on forth to be on time to class. They probably talked to their friends. Made plans for the night. Not one of them stopped to question whether or not they were safe.
At 10 A.M, student Abdul Razak Ali Artan drew his knife and started slashing his classmates. The entire campus was on lockdown. Students and faculty stacked chairs and desks against the doors of their lecture halls in fear for their lives. Artan was shot by Officer Hortan Horujk almost immediately.
The fact that there was a mass attack within two hours away from Mason brings the severity of school shootings and public attacks close to home. And the fact that it was at Ohio State, a school where hundreds of students from our school and community attend, makes it seem that this attack was in my backyard.
Though the attack ended right after it started, its scar is deep. Students at OSU and the friends and family of Anderson Payne, Anthony DiCocco, Keria Straughsbaugh, Kaylee Hoffner, Marc Coons, Katherine Schultz, Pavel Sergeev, William Clark, Theron Ellinger, Elisabeth Sturges, Linda Rager, Ken Waninger, and Max Wieneke will forever remember the tragedy. Every time I saw a shooting on the news, I always thought it was norm. I digressed, but I moved on immediately. November 28 prevented me from looking the other way. The attack raised awareness taught us to be cognisant that these terribles acts can happen to anyone.
During ALICE training, they tell us to throw books, chairs, and call 911. Right now, my calm mind tells me that I would run, protect myself, and call help, but in the heat of the moment, I quite frankly don’t know what I would do.
OSU was a painful reminder that no one is immune such events. No one expects it. They can happen anytime. One morning you wake up, go to school or work, but you do not come back. This nightmare is a constant reality.
Our constant reality.