Dealing With Clint I knew Clint Lamebear for about two years. We worked together, graduated together, and eventually ended up becoming good friends. Clint always had so much to talk about. He constantly made plans, always optimistic, looking forward to tomorrow. We talked to each other everyday this past summer and continued to keep in touch throughout the first quarter of my freshman year at the University of Arizona. November 15th, 2002 was the last time …showed first 75 words of 1271 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1271 total…finger at people who are generally considered evil. When we end up assuming wrongly, we tell ourselves those cases like Clint’s are special. Then we are back to pointing the finger, this time to the victims. Clint’s death, although not well known, perfectly demonstrates an American society’s desperate attempt to psychologically cope with murder. Although we cannot understand it, we have to explain it. We “learn from it” and we move on.