They bloomed like flowers on the wall. Chipping stone in star-burst patterns under the rat-tat-tat of the gun. It was the quiet before the storm that day in the hallowed halls of Virginia Tech. Time had slowed normality to an ironic tableau of happy faces to quivering hands splayed out across the floor.

No sooner had the media picked up on the cold malevolence that was Cho Seung-hui, fingers had already splattered the papers with ink, dishing out judgement on how his life had fallen through the cracks. With the scrutiny, his name now holds among those of Ted Bunty and the Zodiac Killer in the hallmarks of history -- unadulterated media glorified terror.

Oh, how erred a view! What graceless a coverage of their lives! When do we not forget that the focus on them -- instead of him -- is more befitting their memory, those whose names have now blossomed upon the holocaust wall.

Remember humanity not inhumanity, then these words need not have been said.