Ut Prosim: Where were you on April 16th, 2007?

They say that each generation is shaped and perhaps defined by a particular event. My parents, US baby boomers, had ready answers to where they were for both the assassinations of JFK and MLK , the Vietnam draft, and more flippant events like the Beetle’s break up. My generation, whatever it is called, has a long list of newsworthy events before we hit college; Challenger exploding, Berlin Wall tumbling down, collapse and capitulation of the Soviet Union, Black Monday, etc, etc, etc. Shortly after graduation there was 9/11 and a few years later, Katrina. For those of us in the financial industry there were starkly terrifying moments when the US – indeed all of western civilization – looked to be on the verge of economic collapse in 2008.

However, for me, one day beats them all. One day that shall live infamous in my mind forever. One day that still fills me with equal yet infinite amounts of both sorrow and rage. That day is April 16th, 2007.

Words, Like Actions, Have Meaning

Let us not perform the mistake of verbal capitulation that the news agencies do when discussing 4/16/2007. This was not an ‘ unfortunate event that took place.’ It most certainly was not an ‘unforeseen tragedy.’ This was a brutal, bloody, premeditated series of murders. And these murders were not the act of some anonymous ‘deranged madman.’ This massacre was committed by Seung-Hui Cho. The day April 16th, 2007 an evil man declared his own private war on the students and faculty of Virginia Tech.


Let me tell you of the people whom lived on the 5th floor of West AJ in the time I was a freshman. We call(ed) it 5West.

Brilliant engineers, a likely future senator, editors, publishers, teachers, business owners, and industrialists. Sons and daughters who would grow up to be moms and dads. Artists and soldiers, sailors and singers, airmen and musicians. People whom I would see perform uncommon acts of kindness, charity, and valor. Young men and women hailed for both their creativity and honor. Damn fine, talented people.

Those freshmen that I knew then, were more than your average pickup team. They were among the best period.

I’ll never be able to speak in depth about the students that inherited the dorms of West Ambler Johnston. Nor am I tell you about all the students that took classes in the Norris engineering building just like we used to. I can read about them but I don’t know them the way I knew the men and women of 5west. I do know they studied topics from advanced hydrology engineering to the German language. Just like us. Some were cadets, some were civilians. Some were students, some researchers, and others taught. Just like us. Some didn’t know what they wanted to be when they grew up but they knew they were making great progress. Again, just like us.

They were just like us.

Perhaps they were just like you.

And they were murdered for that reason, nothing more.

Ut Prosim

“Ut Prosim.” That I might serve is the motto of the university. It stems from our roots as a military institute where citizen soldiers would earn a degree before leaving to serve this country. The tradition survives in the Corps of Cadets today. It also was manifested on April 16th, 2007 when teachers and students alike performed the ultimate service of placing their bodies in harms way. Some like Professor Librescu held the door shut while Choi fired mercilessly in. His service and sacrifice allowed others to live. Librescu was not alone. Other Hokies barred entryways to buy time for others to jump out of 2 story windows of the Norris building.

Not all service is sacrifice

“That I might serve” should not be interpreted as a call to sacrifice oneself. May fate hold it that no one reading these words ever have to endure what those victims did that day. But there is one thing we all might do, each day. When and where we find evil we must be unafraid to call it by name and provide the service of dealing with it on our terms lest it come and deal with us on it’s own.

Much has been made about the university’s response. Was it fast enough, was it appropriate, who was to blame? This only matters so far as it can help prevent the next tragedy. The only absolute in this mess is that one evil person killed and killed many. They became victims for the simple acts of being achievers and pursuing their dreams.

“In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit.”
-Ayn Rand.

I can’t tell you what occurred in Cho’s corrupted mind to begin this rampage. By all accounts he was a man clearly disturbed. What I cannot understand was how, in a leading, prominent university was he granted access? What was on his application that made Virginia Tech accept him as a student? Clearly the man had poor grades, antisocial tendencies, few skills and limited command of reality. By comparison what must have been the freshman applications of the men and women of 5west or the multitude killed on 4/17/2007 is outstanding. 

Were no other students rejected by the university better suited to attend than he? By what compromise of values was he admitted? Perhaps that root would be the better place to investigate than reviewing email logs or radicalizing gun control.

Where Were You When…

I can tell you where I was & what I was doing that day. It was early in the week and I was at work at a profession that Virginia Tech (and the friends I met there) prepared me well for. I was anticipating seeing many of those friends again in a reunion at the Spring Football game to be held on the Blacksburg campus that very weekend. Each year I go back to that Spring Game. Before 2007 it was to rejoice in the values of my friends, values I sought to emulate. When I return this year, as it was when I returned in 2008 and 2009 the celebration will be muted. But the reunion and the celebration will go on.

What seminal events shaped your generation? How did it change your actions and what do you do to honor the memory?

Back in Black in Blacksburg

Everyone has a place their soul calls home. For some it’s mom’s kitchen with that favorite childhood dish on the stove. Some poor bastards find it in a life’s work. Others find home at a bar, on the links, or in their baby girl’s eyes. Me? My home is nestled a hundred miles away from anything in the Blue Ridge mountains, out where the buses, planes and trains don’t run and I’m on my way. You guessed it, I’m going home to Virginia Tech.

You don’t come to Virginia Tech by accident. It’s 4-plus hours from DC, at least 2 from Charlotte and unless you have a private plane, the closest flight goes out of that massive aerodrome known as Roanoke Regional. Sports commentators have bitched about it for years. No, you have to plan to get to Blacksburg. And a plan I have.

If Blacksburg is a home, the bars and eateries are the individual rooms. And each place has an iconic dish, drink, or atmosphere.

Our first stop is Mike’s. Good old beautiful Mikes. Where the multiple Sam Adams pitchers, cheeseburgers and fries are quick, delicious and cheap. Ahhh… tastes like home! Mikes was decorated once in 1950. And the orange plastic seating, walls resplendent with faded Acropolis prints on the wall. The question is asked ‘Didn’t they used to have a deer’s head in here?’

Food in belly, we head to El Rodeo for their version of liquid evil affectionately known as the Texas Jumbo Margarita. Stating that we had a Texas Jumbo is a lot like the phrase ‘Ms. Peacock in the Lounge with the Revolver.’ I could tell you about the faux-Tex Mex orange/yellow decor or I could just give you the recipe

Texas Jumbo Margarita – Evil Style

  • One huge goblet.
  • One ice cube.
  • 4 ounces Tequilla
  • 1 ounce triple sec
  • 1 ounce mixer.

A trip to Top of the Stairs for a Rail – an unholy combination of cheap, plentiful, and diverse liquors that tastes just awful confirms our collective reservations on this roller coaster of an evening. On to Champs for beer and pool, and Underground for pitchers of Harp and fooseball then end the night with a stromboli from Alpha’s.