The Washington Post’s masterful profile of Cho Seung Hui portrays him as disturbed, isolated and silent, a damn near-unanimous opinion from his neighbors, suitemates, classmates and professors. What’s most heartbreaking in the story is Lucinda Roy, the English department chair who saw Cho’s loneliness and volunteered to personally study poetry with him, and who later pleaded with Cho and university officials to get him counseling and help.
A portrait of a killer