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SHOOTER IN THE SKY:
The Inner World of Children Who Kill

By Dr. Lauren J. Woodhouse

Shooter in the Sky (a composite biography of a teenager who kills), by Dr. Lauren J. Woodhouse High school student Harold Connally feels alienated from his peers, misunderstood by his parents, and isolated from the world. He is his only friend. Worst of all, he feels that he deserves this extreme rejection. In sheer desperation, he steals his father's gun, and in cold blood, kills his parents and embarks upon a shooting spree at his school. What pushed him over the edge? What happens to children who kill?

In this gripping composite biography of a teenager who kills, psychologist Lauren Woodhouse, Ph.D., D. Psy., has drawn from her extensive work with teen killers and their victims. Shooter in the Sky expresses, from the child's own tormented inner perspective, and in his own raw language, what drove him to kill. This landmark book tells what children who have actually killed say they want adults to know. Designed for use by parents, teachers, and psychologists, this vital and thought-provoking book offers the basis for opening that dialogue.

Despite the fact that teen violence is becoming epidemic, the subject is rarely discussed with children. A recent Secret Service study shows that children who kill often discuss their plans with other children, but almost never with adults. No parent wants to think of their child as a potential killer. Consequently, they never discuss the subject among themselves or with their children. Shooter in the Sky has a mission:



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Dr. Lauren J. Woodhouse, author of Shooter in the Sky Dr. Lauren J. Woodhouse, a specialist in teen violence, dedicates her life to helping troubled young people and their families. She was born in Montreal and studied in both the United States and Canada. Her roles include those of author, essayist, broadcaster, forensic psychologist, psychotherapist, victim-witness counselor, and trauma specialist.

She earned a Bachelor of Education degree from Queens University in Ontario, Canada. At the Southern University for Professional Studies, where she earned her doctorate in psychology, she did groundbreaking research on teen violence, particularly as it manifests in gangs. She counsels inmates in medium- and maximum-security penitentiaries. Dr. Woodhouse continues to work in crisis intervention, debriefing, and domestic violence Intervention, and is frequently called upon to do television analysis related to child and adolescent violence.

She is a member of the International Institute for Associates in Medicine, the Canadian Psychological Association, and the Canadian Mental Health Association. She is also the founder of The International Institute for Child Security, an organization comprised of social scientists, psychologists, physicians, teachers, parents, and adolescents dedicated to addressing adolescent and child violence and suicide, and The Foundation For The Development And Application of Human Potential. Her books include:

  • Hard Lessons: Understanding and Addressing The Dangerous Challenges Facing Today's Youth
  • Laughing In The Face of Change: A Blueprint for A Return to Joy!
  • Essential Adjustments: Showing Up For Life In The New Millennium
  • By Way of Sanity: 13 Principles For Living In A Chaotic World


AN INTERVIEW WITH DR. LAUREN WOODHOUSE

What is this book about?

This book is a composite biography of a child who kills. The despair, fear, anguish, confusion and nightmarish brutality experienced by the boys I interviewed are all real, discomfortingly communicated through this one boy's story. However, there is a purpose for telling this story and accurately communicating the horrors experienced by a child who kills. The thinking and complex emotional world of a child before and after resorting to murder is the what, how, and why of this book.

How is this book different from other books about teenage violence?

Based on innumerable interviews with troubled children and teens, as well as with adolescents who have resorted to violence, this story illuminates a dichotomy that is often hard to accept. That is, on the one hand, so-called "normal" children can suddenly lash out violently, even murderously, at us and each other, and the other is that their drastic actions can be understood and prevented - but frequently are not.

How can readers derive the greatest benefit from this book?

The way in which one reads, processes and uses this work is critical to the objective of enabling readers - especially adolescents - to acquire a better understanding of themselves, and of why seemingly "normal" children kill. The best way to do this is to make use of the questions formulated for each chapter. The questions can also be used by parents and teachers to induce open discussions about the feelings and the thinking of both average and troubled teens.

How are the children of today different from those of past generations?

As indicated in the body of research alluded to in my previous book, HARD LESSONS: Understanding and Addressing the Dangerous Challenges Facing Today's Youth, our children are more fearful of being hurt, stabbed, or shot at school than we parents are for them. They don't talk about it, and they need us to give them a ready opportunity to do so. This book serves this purpose.

This book is full of graphic language. Was it all necessary? Aren't you afraid that it will offend some parents?

This boy's story is sufficiently authentic to capture and maintain the interest a child in his early to late teens. By censoring typical adolescent language and imagery as little as possible, the book tells the truth, and, therefore, can honestly and effectively capture the attention to address the hearts and minds of confused teenagers. This visceral language - well-known to children - may offend some parents, but sugar-coating the pill is not a solution for the problem of child violence. Until now, none of us has had much to work with other than potentially inciting news broadcasts and worn platitudes and frowns from vocal, if ill-attuned, adults. As a result, we, too, have been flailing with decreasing credibility and an increasing sense of estrangement and helplessness ourselves.

What's the chief value of this book?

In addition to increasing our understanding of the inner world of adolescents who end up in serious trouble, Shooter in the Sky is a virtual textbook on consequences. In discussions on child violence, it is critical that we depict what really happens to the life of a child, from one day to the next, when he makes the decision - or resigns himself to - killing as a form of self-assertion or mollification. Until now, this has been largely sidestepped in order to avoid offending "nice" families.

It is time to face this social issue head on, with words and with tears - both in our schools and at home. Merely reacting is no longer acceptable. I have presented a solid blueprint from which to start intelligent and preventive discussions. It is also a story and lesson through which we can attempt to reach and to touch the hearts of a generation left to simmer without clear ethical or behavioral guidelines. In short, we should, after reading and working with this story and model, be more alert and attentive to those among our children who are most likely to commit random acts of violence.


AN EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER TWO: HOME ALONE

My parents, more my dad than my mom, my teachers and especially kids, think that I'm - what do they call it? - oh yeah, synthetic or something. Like I was manufactured or made from weird chemicals, not born like everyone else with feelings. I mean, like the last three or four years or so, I didn't, but that's because I would've died if I did. So, I didn't. I think I didn't have real, "normal" feelings anyway, and that's how people treated me even when, as far as I know, I did once feel sort of like other people do. I must've decided to scrap them or something. I can't remember.

Can you follow this or have you fast-forwarded? I wouldn't blame you. I know enough to know that I'm real boring. I'd probably freak out if anyone, especially adults, ever listened to me for more than ten seconds. I never knew how to put things so they'd sound interesting enough, or whatever, to get someone to listen, or even just half-listen as they did something else to not waste their time just listening to me. Kids listened sometimes, if what I said was weird enough. Otherwise, it wasn't worth it. I could get kids to listen if there was "entertainment value" in what I was bullshitting about. I finally just accepted that no one listened. I had most of my best conversations with myself.

Okay, back to the troublemaker in me. Just ask my teachers and the cops. I'm sure that's part of what you're doing and maybe that's why you said you would see me in a few days. You'd be getting an earful. For as long as I can remember all I heard my parents talk about is "what they were going to do with me." When I was really young, like three or something, I thought they were going to auction me off with some stupid antiques or have a garage sale and put me in an old trunk. I even had a nightmare that they poisoned me with a poison that couldn't be found in the body once you died and I was real careful eating after that. I didn't eat my school lunches for a whole year in case there was rat poisoning or something in the Spam. I got food poisoning anyway. I got it from eating in the school cafeteria. Since no one else got sick, I started to think that someone was trying to poison me there too.

I didn't think my parents would put out a contract on me or anything, but there are lots of people at school, including screwed up teachers who hate teaching, that I could see enjoying my suffering. Some tried to get me by totally embarrassing me in front of other kids. They'd ask questions they knew I didn't know the answer to, or ask my opinion about things they knew I was ignorant about - like friendship or the benefits of sports. Everyone would snicker and I learned to just lower my head and smirk. They wanted to make me cry so that they could talk to me later and say sorry, but I wouldn't do it, not since I learned how to handle them, especially the ones who got their tits and rocks off by making pathetic kids seem even more pathetic. Even sicker, they sucked up to the cool kids and acted as if they were their buddies and gave them extra time for projects and stuff. The cool kids knew what they were doing and took the perks, but they mocked the stupid teachers behind their pathetic backs.

I still say kids are smarter than adults. Seems like adults get some little degree or just become adults with a little bit of power and all of a sudden they think they're smart or have a handle on everything. If you want to know the truth, this has always scared me because they make the decisions and handle emergencies and stuff. I even knew how they'd be that day. And I was right. They weren't even around. Ten minutes before, they were all over the place. You think kids are allowed to hang out all alone in the cafeteria? There are always a few teachers there in case someone punches someone out or gooses someone or chokes on a french fry or something. As soon as there were shots and as soon as everyone was sure there was a shooter, the teachers kind of disappeared. At least from what I could see, which wasn't much. It was the kids, not the assholes, but the kind of low profile kids who didn't run and who tried to help.

I always knew teachers were afraid of us, underneath it all. And I knew they were, in a way, what my dad would call predators when he pretends he knows so much about hunting. They preyed on us to feel okay about themselves, the cowardly jerks. And they're supposed to protect us. In fact, if they'd 'a protected me instead of screwing me around like the rest of the world, they wouldn't've had to run and hide to save their own skin. "Prevention is everything," my health teacher always said about getting sick generally, or from all this sex we were supposed to be having. What a joke! Give them an inch and they'll provoke you right over the line and then pretend to be shocked and think up new ways to describe how they might have seen this coming. They bloody well know! They've always known kids like me, but they go at us and at us in front of other kids until we crack one way or another. I think they even enjoy being able to be there to look comforting and strong and professional after kids get hurt or in trouble or something, especially if parents are around, or visiting teachers, sometimes even newspaper guys and stuff. It takes their minds off teachers' strikes, the fact that they are useless, fed up adults, and that they are just dumb, older kids teaching younger ones to be just as dumb. I see most of them as yellow-bellied, control freaks. If they weren't, they'd control something more or bigger than scared kids with zits.

To this day, I'm not sure what my mother thought about my being trouble, except that I always hurt her and could never make her happy which I would've liked to do. When I was little, she called me "trouble on wheels." She'd say it to me, joking kind of, and sometimes when she didn't know I could hear, she called me that to her friends. She sounded stressed and all, but kind of like she liked me at the same time, as if I was normal then, just "difficult." I think it came later that she decided I couldn't be fixed. I'm not sure because she would never say that to me, like my dad did all the time, but she might've thought it. She actually said less and less to me over the last two years, except when she went all psycho with excitement when a shrink told her I was doing better and would be just fine.

Usually, especially lately, even with them both telling everyone I was getting better, she tried not to look at me. It's weird, but I know she was trying to care for me, but not look me in the eyes at the same time. I helped her by not getting caught face on. When it happened, and she would look at me, she looked so sad I felt crazy with anger and guilt and, I don't know, totally helpless because I didn't know how to just "straighten up" like my dad ordered me to about 4,000 times a week. If I could have, I would have - for her. I felt terrible and I knew she wished she hadn't had me and that made me feel really bad feelings. I would've cracked my own spine to be straight for her. She didn't deserve to have a messed up, bent out of shape, goon squad for a son. Neither did my dad, but in a way, he kind of asked for it by lying to everyone that everything was so perfect in our family. He always told her, my mom, that it was her fault that they were stuck with me and that they "sure made a mistake on this one," meaning me. She never said it, and even told him to keep his voice down a few times so that I wouldn't hear. I did, and wondered why they didn't just put me somewhere for adoption. I'm unfit to be a kid, whatever that means, whatever a kid's supposed to be. I just am. I'm not sucking around or anything about this. Really - I don't know any other way to be.

I wish she had defended me or said that she was glad she had me, even if she wasn't. But she never did and that made my chest ache. Adults say the stupidest things and then they say kids say stupid things. At least kids usually know that they're being ignorant and are doing it for a reason. Adults don't even know what idiots they are when they open their mouths. Or they just don't care what they say to their kids because they think they own them or something.

I don't care anymore that my dad hates me. I mean how long can you care and get nowhere? So, like other feelings, I got rid of them. Now I just have a stomachache all the time, and my head's always pounding as if it's swelling up and going to explode. My mom says it's the flu. Sure, a three year case of the father flu! She knows, if you know what I mean, but just says these stupid things anyway to make things seem better. I get migraines too, but she says those are from changes in air pressure or something. I know she knows that my dad is an asshole. She pretends that he's this great community leader and stuff, just like he does, so that he doesn't criticize her as often as he would if she showed that she sees through him. He made quite a bit of money from investments using a little bit of money he got from a great aunt or something, but he's always reminding me that shrinks cost a fortune. Ha! What a waste! I told him it wasn't doing any good, but he would get all buddy-buddy with them and show them how educated he was by speaking all that psychological stuff as if he were a shrink himself. He also talked about my therapy at dinner parties and used terms that no one else understood so that someone who was really drunk would think he went to school to be a shrink or something. Women loved it. They'd tell my mother how lucky she was to have such a deep and sensitive man for a husband. My mother would fake-smile, mumble something, and find something she had to do in the kitchen as he went on and on with his stupid noise. She knew my father was a joke. She was just cool enough not to admit it to me or my sister.

From Shooter In The Sky, © 2001 by Lauren J. Woodhouse. All rights reserved.


TYPICAL CHAPTER DISCUSSION QUESTIONS FROM THE APPENDIX:

CHAPTER TWO: Home Alone

  1. If you were Harold's friend, would you think that he might have problems from some of the things he thinks and says? Give several examples.
  2. As a parent of one of Harold's acquaintances, what would you do if you heard him speak the way he does on the tape for and to Dr. Rosenthal? What would you do, as an adolescent, if you heard him speak this way and knew he was sincere?
  3. How does Harold feel about "feeling?" Generally, does he feel a great deal, very little or not at all? Explain. What, if he could have, should he have done with his feelings?
  4. How would you, personally, describe how Harold might really feel inside? Give examples from what he says to support your opinion.
  5. Did and does Harold "hate" his parents? Explain.
  6. The irreversible nature of Harold's actions aside, do you think that Harold is a "monster?" Why or why not?
  7. If you had met Harold a few years ago, in school, and he was annoying and rude, how would you have reacted to him? If you met someone like him now, would you react or treat him (or her) any differently?
  8. As much as you can tell at this point, why is Harold so angry?
  9. Do you think Harold is smart? Explain.
  10. Why do you think Harold is so bitter about adults in general? Do you feel the same way, never the same way, or just sometimes the same way? Explain and discuss
  11. Have you ever hurt an animal? If so, when? How did you feel?


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