I don’t remember how I heard the news. It was Feb. 10 and I didn’t have morning classes. It definitely wasn’t via Alert Carolina — at least maybe not until way later. I do remember sitting at my alcove desk in Hinton-James my first year when I heard.
I scoured countless local news articles reporting the deaths of Deah Barakat, Yusor and Razan Abu-Salha. Nothing made a lot of sense in the days following their deaths, and Chapel Hill never looked the same to me or to even those beyond the student population.
This will not be a column where I express the rage for the heinous crime committed against these three individuals. It’s not my place to do so. I can say how often I think of Razan who was the same age as I was freshman year when she lost her life. I wonder what wonderful things she would be gearing up to do post graduation.
I know how dangerous it is to project onto those you never knew, but from what I read about Razan, it’s clear she would have impacted even more lives than imaginable. Again, it is not my place to feel anger, but I do feel an incredible sadness for her absence on this earthly world.
National championships, basketball games and academic scandals have all brought UNC quite a bit of national attention during my four years as an undergraduate. Some positive, some negative, but we have been in the spotlight.