Feeling the loss of a fellow journalist

Carrie Crotzer, Editor-In-Chief

I watch the news, good or bad, and more often than not, it’s the latter. I cringe as scenes unimaginable flicker before me and wonder how a person could commit such terrible acts, no matter which side of good or bad they stand on.


Aug. 26 struck hard for many like myself and hundreds of thousands more as news reporter Allison Parker and cameraman Adam Ward were shot dead on live television by a former co-worker.


But the events that took place in Roanoke, Va. I can’t bring myself to watch. It’s a new type of horror that I can’t bring myself to terms with.


As a journalist, you feel a kindredness towards those also in your profession, even when you’ve never heard their name.


Journalists are in every part of the world covering epidemics and wars and other internationally impactful stories. Journalists are often killed for reasons that I don’t understand, and it hits a part deep inside of me everytime.


This time was different though. This time it struck deeper because it was in a familiar place, by a person that was both the victims’ former coworker.


Parker and Ward were two people doing their job. They were reporting on a once happy occasion that will now be plagued with this act of terror portrayed by Vester Lee Flanagan II.


I’m not familiar with Parker or Ward’s work. I had never heard their name before Aug. 26, but I’m sure I’ll hear their names in the future and every time I’ll be struck with a sadness.