When my team and I first started looking into news coverage of the 1995 shooting on Henderson Street, we wondered if there was anything that today’s students could learn from coverage of a 20-year-old tragedy.
As it turns out, we learned quite a bit. And we’re hoping you will, too.
This week, you’ll hear the story of a student who struggled with a dark mental illness.
Before we kick off this series, I thought our readers should know that, for now, Wendell Williamson, the shooter, has not responded to requests for comment via mail. I hand-delivered another letter to the chief medical officer at Central Regional Hospital on Friday, and we still haven’t heard from him. You’ll know as soon as we do.
We’ll spend a lot of time talking about the day he brought a gun to Henderson Street — because his actions on that day ended lives, destroyed families and hurt dozens. That day is the reason Williamson has sat in a state-run mental health facility for two decades.
But there were a lot of days before Jan. 26, 1995. Days Williamson’s classmates, teachers and friends spent agonizing over how to properly treat Williamson and how to talk to him about his demons.
And those are the days we’ll spend the most time unpacking this week.
Twenty years ago, this campus learned the hard way that one of its own could suffer from mental illness, and that illness could turn deadly quickly.
And in many ways, the campus health system is more prepared to identify and treat mental health issues today.