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mash casualty incidents. Thank you for listening. You are listening to Active Shooter, a podcast that may contain adult themes, explicit language, and graphic depictions of violence. Portions of this show may be traumatic for those under eighteen. Listener discretion is advised. Good evening to our viewers in the West. We are going to begin with breaking news another mass shooting. A gunman went on a rampage in Milwaukee this afternoon. Multiple people are dead, including the shooter.

It happened at the Moulson Corps complex where Miller Beer is brewed. As the gunfire rang out, workers were told to shelter in place as police swarmed the scene. The shooting at the Moulson Cores Beverage Company Milwaukee complex isn't one that can be easily categorized as workplace violence, racially motivated, anti Semitic,

mental health break, or school bullying. This shooter displayed clear signs of deteriorating mental health, increasing paranoia, and gnawing anger towards the numerous racial injustices that he encountered. Each victim was precisely selected, yet there were no obvious interpersonal conflicts between the shooter and each specific victim. It makes shootings such as these so unpredictable despite the mounting warning signs. Today's case is dedicated to the lives

and memories of the five shooting victims. Jenne Day, Jane Loveshets, Dana Walkjesus, Jesse Valet, Junior Dale Hudson, and Trevor wetzelar Active Shooter. The podcast is a High five Holly production, and I'm your host j T. If you've listened to our prior episodes, you know that the Active Shooter podcast team has taken THEE No Notoriety pledge and we will not be sharing the real name to the shooters that we cover. We will be giving the shooters

a pseudonym and refer to them by that name throughout the episode. This will help in clearing up any confusion in the story while remaining true to our pledge in not naming the shooter by their actual name. We will refer to today's shooter as stand. The Molson Corps Beverage Company, located at forty one hundred West State Street on the northwest side of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, is a sprawling

complex housing more than twenty buildings that employed over one thousand people. The area is often referred to as Miller Valley, the name that harkens back to the days of the Miller Brewing Company, which is now part of the Molson Corps Company. Among the many buildings is a one hundred and sixty year old brewery, the corporate offices including customer service, engineering, finance, and human resources, a distribution center the size of five football fields, and a packing center

that churns out thousands of bottles and cans every minute. Tours are off to the public, showcasing the underground caves used to store beer, a champagne room, an outdoor beer garden, that can accommodate three hundred people, a stein hall with stained glass windows, and the saloon which was filled with intricate woodworking. Wednesday, February twenty sixth, twenty twenty was a cold Milwaukee, Wisconsin day. A light snow fell throughout the day as employees for the Moulsen Corps

plant were busy. As always, there was a maintenance planning meeting being held that morning, although it was relatively short, only lasting about fifteen minutes, according to a witness. That same witness later confirmed that there were no arguments or issues of any kind at the meeting, which only a handful of employees attended, including four of the shooting victims and the shooter. Later that afternoon, Stan, along with a few other employees were sitting in the break room

enjoying some doughnuts and milk. Stan was talking about vacations and didn't outwardly appear to be disturbed or upset. A witness later reported that Stan seemed to be received text messages. It seems that while he was engaged in conversation, he appeared distracted. At the same time as the group sat talking, Jeane Loveshets entered the room, Stan immediately took notice, calling out to him quote, oh, Jeane, sit down and have a fellowship with us. Without hesitation,

Jeane sat chatting with Stan and the others for a few minutes. Trevor Wetzelar walked in shortly after Jeane, and Stan looked up and acknowledged him. Trevor continued into the control room, where he relieved another employee, Jesse, as the control room operator. At the same time, Jean stood up and left the breakroom and entered the bathroom, where he promptly locked the door and completed his business. As Jean locked the restroom door, Stan shook his head

in a manner that displayed annoyance towards Jeane. After leaving the bathroom, Jean returned to the control room, passing back through the breakroom. Once he was out of earshot, Stan said out loud, quote, what the fuck is his problem? Others in the room were slightly bewildered. They weren't sure who Stan was referring to, but they were inclined to think he was talking about Jesse, since there was noticeable hostility, although it certainly appeared one sided,

as most coworkers weren't aware of Jesse having an issue with Stan. At a little after two pm, Stan rose and put on a pair of gloves as he exited the room, saying that he'd be right back. Another witness heard Stan making a phone call where he said quote, I just wanted to leave you a message that we'll go to after school care today and someone will pick

her up. Okay, thank you by The witness recalled this statement as being noteworthy because Stan always made it a point to leave work promptly so he could pick up his child from school on time. About four minutes past before, Stan was heard saying quote, I'll be back. Before entering the control room, he carried a forty caliber Walter P ninety nine C semi automatic pistol and a forty five caliber Springfield XDM semi automatic pistol that was equipped with dead air

armament ghost suppressor. Minutes later, witnesses heard four gunshot blasts, one right after the other. Among the first shot was sixty one year old Jenity Jean Levschetz, a benevolent man who was blessed to be the husband of Elina, father to Tanya and Becca, and grandfather to Hannah and Benny. Jean, his wife and their then six year old daughter left the Soviet Union, specifically Belarus in this summer of nineteen eighty nine, searching for the American dream.

He earned a degree in civil engineering before eventually going to work for the Molson Corps Company as a boiler operator. Both of Jean's children attended the University of Wisconsin Madison, and during their time there, he visited often, and his entire family said he loved spending time with them, valuing that time above all else. He frequently contacted relatives in Mexico and it was very important to Jeanne to keep his family bond strong. His daughters said their dad was the best

at making them feel intelligent, beautiful, and loved. It was just his way and the compassionate man will be sorely missed. Outside of the control room area, an employee who was returning from lunch was on the fifth floor of Building four when he heard what he initially thought was a piece of equipment malfunctioning. It only took a beat before he realized what was truly happening. Back inside of the control room, Fifty seven year old Dana Walk was also shot

and killed. Born on July sixth, nineteen sixty two. Dana graduated from Kettel Morain High School in nineteen eighty one, before going on to marry his wife of thirty five years, Dorry. The high school sweethearts were parents to Andy, Melanie and Michelle. Dana was a fisherman in his free time,

and it was a sport he was passed passionate about. In fact, he was a member of the Pewaukee Chapter of Walleyes for Powaukee Lake and even went ice boating during the winter months, cruising on a boat he built with his own hands. Dana was always busy working on a project Dora hobby and was

usually listening to music as he did so. The avid Green Bay Packers fan was a great man who will be mourned by many employees were racing throughout the plant, rushing into lockdown moat as they were trained to do by way of numerous active shooter drills. People were screaming active shooter and some employees were able to lock themselves inside of a coat room, taking shelter in a dark, cramped space that was a haven. Unfortunately for fifty year old Dale Hudson,

he wasn't able to make it to safety. The Elkhorn, Wisconsin native was married to his loving wife, Kathleen, and they shared twin daughters, Annie and Sam. Dale also had a son from a previous marriage. An employee with the Molsen Corps companies since two thousand and eight, he was approaching and looking very much forward to retirement. He was known as a quiet, yet happy man who was always willing to pitch in and help out when he could.

Dale was a nature lover who was outdoors whenever possible, and always with a hat of some sort atop his head. He golfed, hunted, and fished, and was said to have the skill to fix anything. Dale was a gifted handyman with an inherent ability to problem solve. This selfless man had a massive heart and all who knew him will fill the loss. A witness just outside of the control room stated that he peered through a window into the room and saw Stan, who was standing over the body of their coworker.

Jesse. Three year old Jesus Jesse Valley Junior was happily married to the love of his life, Angelica. Together they had two small children, a three year old son and a two year old daughter. Jesse was extremely close with his entire family, but especially his sister Jenny, and he was the happiest when he was with the extended family, barbecuing and celebrating life. A devout Catholic, Jesse was proud of his heritage and was known to all as an

incredibly generous soul. He loved to share new beers with his neighbors and could always be found outdoors spending time with his kids. Fittingly, a seven piece mariachi band played at the funeral for a man who was beloved by so many. As Stan looked up from Jesse, a black firearm clutched in his hand, he turned and looked directly at the witness and Trevor Levschetz, who was standing together frozen in fear. Stan raised both hands and started waving at the

pair. Without another second's hesitation. Trevor ran, the witness ran too. They shouted as they ran, alerting others of the shooting. As they came to one of the delivery semi trucks, the witness hopped into the cab of the truck, using the driver's cell phone to call nine one one, Stand shot and killed Trevor before turning the gun on himself. Thirty three year old Trevor Wetslaar graduated high school in two thousand five before attending the University of Wisconsin

Madison, which is where he met his wife, Jane. Trevor graduated in two thousand and nine with a political science degree, and in twenty twelve he enlisted in the Navy, which he served with for six years. Trevor's greatest professional accomplishment was his service as a nuclear reactor operator aboard the submarine us S Maryland. When he left the military in twenty eighteen, Trevor accepted a position with the Molsen Corps Company, which allowed him to return home where many of

his family and friends lived in Milwaukee. Trevor and his wife were regular game night hosts and the gregaryan u fun loving young man will be greatly missed. The company issued an employee wide text message alert ordering all employees to lock down. They also posted on Twitter notifying the public of an active shooter in the area. As first responders arrived, they instructed employees to head immediately into a locker room and lock the door behind them. They would bring them out when

it was clear and safe. It didn't take long for police to locate the deceased bodies of Trevor, jesse Dale, Dana, and Jean scattered throughout the massive building were hats, phones, and glasses. Workers were escorted from the building and padded down by officers, a humiliating and devastating, yet necessary task to ensure the continued safety of all involved. The scene looked like a war

zone. Blood all over the place, in the hallway, on the ceiling, the overhead bay, door, control room, and garbage cans, hands. It was everywhere. The first nine to one to one call reporting shots fired at the Molsen Corps beverage company came in at two o eight pm NOLACHETONI nine one one location of Armagente. My husband would call me from Miller Cords

in Milwaukee and that there is an active cuter on campus. Reported Twenty minutes later, police discovered the body of the shooter slumped against the wall, a single gunshot wound to his head and a black handgun resting on his chest. A hospital located a few miles away from the brewery received word of the shooting nearby, so staff jumped into action. However, there never ended up being any transports due to the fact that there weren't any injuries, only deaths.

Fifty one year old Stan was married with two adult children and one younger one. He had a brother living in North Texas, though it's unclear whether there were any other family connections. He served in the United States Coast Guard from nineteen eighty seven to nineteen ninety one and was honorably discharged. Several neighbors described Stan as quiet but polite. He took the time to check in with others, and he was just as frequently seen throwing the ball for his dog.

Why he is my excellent father? Is this a shame? Whose family will be without him? He who was a good husband. You were turned. He did what he could with college and her kids leave anything. He made sure the guy. That's how hard he worked. When you looked out your phone, though I was a massive police card, you couldn't partner over. I would say to his family, let's all prey, not just rot a onesie shot, Let's pray for everybody. Others report that Stan would sit on

his porch with a handgun or shotgun nearby. He was known to order gun parts through the mail, and then he would assemble the firearms himself. One neighbor in particular indicated that Stan always carried a semi automatic firearm which was concealed in a backpack, and a smaller gun that fit in his pocket. While others seemed to make note of the weapons, Stan was never without. It doesn't appear that anyone complained of him handling the guns in a manner that was

aggressive or threatening towards others. For his part, Stan just referred to himself as a gun collector. Stan was employed as an electrician in the utilities department with Molsen cores for over twenty years, seventeen of which were spent at the Milwaukee Brewery. However, the time with the brewery hadn't always been a positive experience. Accused the company of discrimination, and even accused co workers of coming

into his home, moving furniture around and bugging the house. He filed grievance with the Human Resources Department, citing horrific incidents of racism, including being called incredibly derogatory names and had terrible gestures made towards his person. The HR department

ended up closing the complaint after determining the claims could not be proven. A friend of Stands later said that there was an incident at work about five years before the shooting, where a hangman's noose was placed in his locker at work. The same friends said that numerous minority employees began to gather to take their

serious concerns to human resources, but nothing ever came of it. A spokesperson from Molson Corps later said, quote, we investigated it fully at the time, how it got there, who put it there, which was inconclusive due to camera angles. The company claims that they have looked into every complaint of racism, wrong doors have been fired, and that they've taken measures to promote inclusion and diversity among employees. In twenty fifteen, Stan slipped off a ladder

at work, tearing his rotator cuff. He refused to get the necessary surgery to repair the damage, mostly in part to not being able to afford to miswork, and it's not clear why it wasn't considered a work related incident, allowing for workers compensation. At about the same time, others close to Stan say he started to develop paranoid feelings that the company had internal spies who were

watching him. He filed another complaint with HR, alleging that someone broke into his locker on several occasions to use his tablet, which he determined was happening. After seeing his tablet's battery was lower than expected, Stan asked for the lock on his office to be changed, but the request was refused. At home, Stan kept several guns locked in two different safes that were located in

the basement. In the winter of twenty eighteen, he placed surveillance cameras all around his house, including the hallway, living room, kitchen, and basement. At the time, he claimed to his wife that the cameras were there because someone broke into their home. Stan even told one neighbor that someone broke into his house, drugged him, and used his fingerprints as he lay unconscious to access his computer and possibly even his cell phone. Stan's wife later told

police that it never happened and there was absolutely no evidence of such. She didn't love the camera's being everywhere, but she loved her husband, so she figured it was better to appease him. In twenty nineteen, Stan installed yet more cameras in the house, and about a year before the shooting, he started working out, which is an odd in and of itself. It was the excessive or obsessive nature in which he threw himself into exercise. He lost

so much weight that a friend described Stan as looking sick. The friend suggested to Stan that he reconsidered his workout regimen and suggested a healthier eating routine. Stan took the advice, but he went the extreme opposite and started consuming only junk food. Not long before the shooting, Stan's brother passed away, which seems to have deeply affected him, particularly because Stan is the one who found

his brother's body. Stan's wife indicated that he wasn't not on any sort of medication for anxiety or depression, but she thought her husband was suffering from paranoid behavior. She just didn't think it rose to the level of serious concern on

her part. A neighbor seemed to corroborate the paranoia, claiming that Stan once told him that investigators followed him home from a bar, that unknown vehicles were parked around his house, and even asked the neighbor to peer through the scope of a hunting rifle to see if a car parked on their street was suspicious. Stan didn't exactly have a criminal history. In the nineteen nineties, he was accused of pointing a gun at a Ford Bronco that pulled up next to

him at a red light in downtown Milwaukee. The charges were later dropped without any further explanation, though it's believed that the accuser may not have been credible. In nineteen ninety five, he was charged with misdemeanor battery after being accused of punching a woman in the mouth. Again, the charges were dismissed for an unknown reason. He had a few minor traffic tickets and was part of several civil lawsuits, including one in twenty fifteen for compensation following a car accident.

Attached to the lawsuit was a medical report that stated that Stan lost a daughter who was born prematurely in two thousand and nine. It went on to allege that he drank three beers per week, didn't use tobacco, and then he suffered from lower back pain and had since his twenties, though he didn't suffer from headaches or cognitive impairments. After the shooting, investigators thoroughly searched Stan and his wife's three bedrooms, single bath home located on West Potomac Avenue.

The home was situated about five miles from the brewery, and records showed that the couple lived there since two thousand and four, purchasing the home on a VA loan. Crime scene tape was quickly used to create a border around the perimeter, and investigators removed numerous articles of evidence such as ammunition, as well as many other unidentified items. After the search was complete, the tape was

stripped and the side entrance to the home was boarded up. There were lots of little red flags, small little red flags that if stitched together, would create a large waving banner. Though there were complaints legitimate claims, it seems the shooting was not considered racially motivated, but was instead considered to be prompted by mental illness. No actual motive is known, or at least it's never been released. The shooter left no note, no manifesto, and no real

insight into his frame of mind. The Molson Corps facility reopened on Monday, March second, twenty twenty, which was approximately a week after the shooting. Added security measures were instituted after the shooting, and three of the buildings were equipped with armed security officers guarding the lobby. Unarmed security was increased around the rest of the complex and anyone entering any building was subject to a search of

their bag or purse. Employee Assistance program services, including counseling, were on site and available for employees. You see, we all have the unique ability to help prevent such a catastrophic event from happening if we keep our eyes and ears open and no ever hesitate to report when something or someone just doesn't seem right. With the delicate balance of mental health reform, education, active shooter training, and common sense gun laws, we may one day realize the dream,

the dream that there will be no more active shootings. We pray that love will prevail over hate. Too many have died, we should say to ourselves, not one more. In the meantime, we urge our listeners to stay aware of your surroundings and keep in touch with your loved ones. If you see something, say something, you never know how many lives you'll be saving. Thank you for listening to today's episode of Active Shooter the podcast.

Remember if you see something, say something, there's no telling how many lives you may be saving. A big thank you to Darren Curtis, who composed some of the songs on our show. You can find him online at www Dot Darrencurtis music dot com. Make sure to check us out on social media. You can find us on Facebook at Active Shooter the Podcast and on Twitter at podcast Active. Thank you and be safe.