Shooter Without A Cause

The show feed will run old episodes this week and next week, so there will be something on your feed on the usual day, but I wanted to drop in a little something extra this week too. This episode is one that originally aired last summer on It could Happen here, so some of you may have heard it already, and there are a few references to the fact that it's

August of twenty twenty four. I didn't change those lines, but I have slightly edited and re recorded the episode so my talented audio engineer Rory could give this the full weird little guy's audio feel. So if you missed it last summer, I hope you'll enjoy this story about the very weird little guy who shot a segregationist Because it turned out shooting Richard Nixon was too hard. Remember that time Donald Trump got shot? I kind of don't. It feels like it was one hundred years ago or

in a dream. I barely remember who I was during those tense few days where it seemed possible Trump would ride that momentum to victory, imagining posters of that photo of Trump with blood dripping down his face, fist raised. And then it kind of didn't matter at all anymore. We all forgot. The shooter wasn't a Biden sleeper agent sent to take down the opposition. He was just some kid with a rifle and the kind of uniquely American desire to cause chaos with it. And that was really

hard for a lot of people to swallow. What do you mean it doesn't seem like he was politically motivated. He shot the former president. He shot him while he was on stage at a rally for his campaign to retake the presidency. Everything about the situation was political. How could the shooter have had any other motivation? But he wouldn't be the first guy to take a shot at a president or a presidential candidate for what seems like

no reason at all. Far from it, As it turns out, while I was doing the research for the first episode of Wee Little Guys, I got lost on some side quests. That's always happening to me. But as I breathed past a quick mention of George Wallace, the four term governor of Alabama who is perhaps best remembered for his rallying cry of segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever. You know, the one I remembered that he had gotten shot while

he was running for president too. During the primary in nineteen seventy two, George Wallace was paralyzed after surviving an attempted assassination on the campaign trail. Surely, whoever shot a man like George Wallace did it out of a deep ideological commitment to something right. Maybe it was a civil rights activist who opposed Wallace's views on race, or a McGovern voter concerned about Wallace's attempt to gain the Democratic Party nomination after he'd won five states as a third

party candidate in nineteen sixty eight. Or maybe it was a diehard Nixon supporter who saw Wallace as a spoiler, siphoning conservative votes away from Nixon. But that's not what happened. When Arthur Bremer shot George Wallace four times in the chest and stomach on May fifteenth, nineteen seventy two. It had nothing at all to do with Wallace's policy positions, or honestly, even really anything to do with George Wallace. Rehmer had been planning for months to assassinate Richard Nixon,

but it turned out that was too hard. He just wanted to shoot somebody important. I hesitate to draw too many comparisons to the Trump shooter because there's a lot we still don't know and may never know. But it has come out that Thomas Crooks was equally interested in shooting Joe Biden. Trump just happened to have had a campaign rally close to his home in Pennsylvania with weak

perimeter security. Crooks had also looked into how to get close to FBI Director Christopher Ray, Attorney General Merrick Garland, and inexplicably Kate Middleton. Yes, that Kate Middleton, the Princess of Wales. If Biden had been campaigning in western Pennsylvania, or if Richard Nixon's security had been less vigilant, Crooks may have shot Biden and Remer may have killed Nixon. It doesn't seem like it really mattered to either of them who they shot, as long as they shot a

guy running for president. One of the funny things about history is realizing we've always been what we are now. There's truly nothing new under the sun. Within hours of the attempt on George Wallace's life, before there was any clear information at all, Nixon was demanding that the White House Deputy Director of Communications, Kenneth Clawson, put out a statement that the shooter was a supporter of George McGovern, the front runner and the Democratic primary Nixon would go

on to defeat McGovern later that year. Just say we've got unmistakable evidence, Dixon said, Of course, they didn't have any evidence of any kind, and when they did get that evidence, it certainly didn't show the shooter working on the McGovern campaign. But that was the rumor Nixon hoped to spread in those early hours. Rumors ball and put it on the right and right away you can get there. You put it to must get out before they fit

them on the right way. It's a bit fuzzy, but you can hear Nixon saying that they need to act quickly to pin this on the left. Rumors are going to spread, and they want theirs to spread first and fastest. It doesn't matter what's true, It matters what people believe. Unfortunately, we don't have thousands of hours of secret tape recordings inside the offices of today's Republicans, but we did see something similar in the immediate aftermath of the Trump shooting.

He's a Biden voter, he's a Democrat, he's a radical leftist, he's Antifa. We can already tell. We just know it's obvious. We have proof. The fact that there was no proof of anything on day one, it doesn't matter. It matters even less that no proof ever materialized. You just have to get the room or out first. You have to make an impression while the cement is wet and sometime

little stick. One thing that is not on the Nixon tapes, though, is a conversation that allegedly occurred that afternoon in May of nineteen seventy two that was reported by Seymour Hirsch twenty years later in nineteen ninety two. Despite a Supreme Court ruling in the seventies the tapes belonged to the National Archives, the full volume of the Nixon tapes were

not made available to the public until two thousand and seven. Now, whatever you think of his later career, Seymour Hirsh wasn't a making stuff up kind of guy back then, So I don't think he's fabricating any part of this story. He's still alive and has a sub stack at eighty seven years old, so I don't want any beef with Seymour. He said a decade's long career as an investigative journalist and a Pulitzer for exposing the cover up of the

Malai massacre. So I don't think he's patting the truth here. But in his nineteen ninety two New Yorker piece Nixon's last cover up, the Tapes he wants the Archives to suppress, Hirsch wrote that the unreleased tapes from the afternoon of the Wallace shooting contained recordings of Nixon directing I Howard Hunt, the retired CIA officer who head at Nixon's White House, plumbers to break into Arthur Bremer's apartment before the FBI

could search it and plant McGovern campaign literature. Hunt's own autobiography admits only that at Nixon's direction, Nixon advisor Charles Coulson did ask Hunt to quote take a look around Bremer's apartment. Given that this is all taking place just a month before Hunt did in fact play a key role in the Watergate break in, this isn't exactly unbelievable. I can absolutely believe that Richard Nixon asked E. Howard Hunt to break into a building for some nefarious purpose,

because we know that happened at least once. And one thing the varying accounts do seem to agree on is that Hunt was unable to complete the assignment because the FBI had already sealed off Bremmer's apartment in Milwaukee before

he got there. Hirsh's article in nineteen ninety two claims that the tapes contain recordings of Coulson breaking the news to Nixon that Hunt had arrived too late and the apartment was already under police guard, and that the recording captures Nixon berating Coulson for not doing more to slow down the FBI. Again, this is all very believable if you have even a passing knowledge of Richard Nixon, and Colson himself was the one who related this account to

Seymour Hirsh in nineteen ninety two. The problem is we have something now that Seymour Hirsch didn't have in nineteen ninety two, and that's those tapes. Fifteen years after Hirsch's article was published, researchers scoured the newly released recordings for proof of this version of events, and it isn't there.

It's entirely possible that Coulson was recalling conversations that did occur but outside the presence of the tape machine, or maybe he's misremembering how much of this was actually spoken aloud and what was simply understood. It's not out of the realm of possibility that Coulson is recalling something Nixon definitely wanted. It's just not on the tapes. Absence of proof isn't proof of absence. But we do have a pretty complete record of Nixon's conversations on the afternoon of

May fifteenth, nineteen seventy two. There are famously eighteen missing minutes in those tapes, but those are from a different afternoon in nineteen seventy two. On May fifteenth, though, Nixon had just gotten out of a budget meeting around four pm, shortly after the shooting, and that's when he first got the news. His first phone call was to his own wife, Pat and then he called George Wallace's wife, Cornelia. He then asked Secretary of the Treasury John Connolly to call

Ted Kennedy to offer him full Secret Service protection. And presumably this is because he believed Ted Kennedy would be McGovern's vice presidential pick. But I guess if people are getting assassinated, you need to account for all your Kennedy's. It's actually kind of wild to dig into those tapes and see where Everwend's heads were on that afternoon in

the Oval office. A recording from around seven pm, so three hours after the shooting, captures speculation that the shooting may have been a false flag by Wallace's own people, but the idea was quickly dismissed. He wouldn't have had his own people shoot him in the stomach. They would have gone for something less likely to end up killing him, like shooting him in the foot, which is a conversation we all heard immediately after the Trump shooting. Isn't it right?

Maybe this is a stunt, but why would he have them shoot at his head? That's so risky. And this recording to captures top Nix and aids hoping that whoever did this was a left wing nut and not a right wing nut. It could be one of his own people too. They wouldn't shoot that man, and they would have shot him in the foot or something. I haven't it wouldn't be It is not one of those other people shoot him in the stot did to kill him? Oh, I think the guy. The guy has to be a

nut of some kind. I just don't be the left wing nut, not a right wing So Nixon tried to put a thumb on the scale after the fact, but the exact nature of his meddling will forever be up for debate, and the Nixon tapes aren't the only unique primary source for what went down that day. In the early months of nineteen seventy two, as Arthur Bremmer prepared to shoot Nixon, gave up on shooting Nixon and ultimately shot George Wallace, he kept a diary, and in nineteen

seventy three, Harper's Magazine Press published that diary. I couldn't find a physical copy of that original bound book for less than a small fortune, but I did find an original scan of Bremer's diary that was produced in court as evidence. The diary is a strange and fascinating document. Only the latter half was published. He'd thrown away the first hundred and forty eight pages, a fact he notes on the first page of the version that we do have.

In nineteen eighty a construction worker named Sherman Griffin found the first one hundred and forty eight pages wrapped in plastic inside of a backpack under the twenty seventh Street Viaduct in Milwaukee from prison. Arthur Bremmer actually tried to sue Griffin for ownership of the document, saying it would only be used to embarrass him, but in nineteen eighty one a court ruled that Griffin could keep it. Find

your skeepers. But the portion that we do have, that latter half of the diary is a lot of things. It's full of spelling errors and disorganized thinking, and sexual fantasy and mundane rambling stream of consciousness of a guy going about his day to day life as he tries to figure out how to assassinate the president. A few months after it was published, The New York Review published an essay by A. Gourvadal speculating that Brehmer hadn't written

the diary at all. As a literary critic, it was Vidal's professional opinion that Brehmer could not have written such a document, though it was riddled with spelling errors. Vidal writes that they come and go, almost as though the writer is remembering, as he writes that he's supposed to be a twenty one year old bus boy of mediocre intelligence.

He also doubts Brehmer was well read enough to make references to Soljhanitson's Day in the Life of von Denisovitch or quip A he crossed the Great Lakes, call me Ishmael. Both Denisovich and Ishmael are misspelled, but that could be intentional, right, No, Gore Vidal believes, or perhaps would like you to think he believes. You know, it's hard to say that the diary was falsified in its entirety by E. Howard Hunt

Nixon Spook. Hunt was a prolific writer, giving Thedal a large volume of material for comparison, and he claims there are similarities in the writing styles. Again, just as Hirsch's claims about the Secret Tapes in nineteen ninety two were called into question when we got the tapes in two thousand and seven, Vidal's essay was published in nineteen seventy three, seven years before the first half of the diary was found.

So even if you're inclined to believe Hunt was crafty enough to construct this elaborate plot with a fake diary and a patsy shooter, it's a real stretch to think that he would write one hundred and forty eight pages, wrap them in plastic, hide them in a backpack, and tuck that backpack into a nook in a bridge in Milwaukee to be discovered by a construction worker years later. But it's also possible that Gorvittal was just doing a

bit that were not clever enough to understand. But the legacy of that diary lives on in some surprising ways. In those early confusing days after the Trump shooting, before we all forgot what ever happened, I did see a lot of people point out that the last time at president took a bullet, it wasn't over politics at all. John Hinckley Junior shot Reagan to impress Jody Foster. Remember, And Okay, here's where I have to admit something kind

of embarrassing. I've always just accepted that statement at face value. It makes no sense at all. But he wasn't acting rationally, so it's not something that seemed like I needed to make sense of. He shot Ronald Reagan to impress Jody Foster. I guess he just thought she'd find that impressive. No need to interrogate that further. A lot of women might find it impressive if he shot Ronald Reagan, so there's not a lot of follow up to do on that. The thing is, i'd never seen the movie Taxi Driver.

I truly never pieced together that he thought shooting the president would impress Jody Foster because she had starred as a child sex worker in the movie Taxi Driver, in which the protagonist Travis Bickle plans to shoot a presidential candidate named Charles Palatine. Hinkley shot Reagan to impress Jody Foster makes a lot more sense with that added cultural context, And I fear I may have been the last person in America to realize that. So maybe everybody else already

knows this part too. Taxi Driver owes a lot to Arthur Bremer, the guy who shot George Wallace. Screenwriter Paul Schrader has always denied basing any part of the movie on Bremer's diary. In a nineteen seventy six interview, Schrader says he was inspired by the shooting itself, but that the script was actually finished before the diaries were published, telling Richard Thompson for a film comment, I want to emphasize that the script was written before any of the

diary was published. After I read the diary, I was very tempted to take some of the good stuff from it and add it to taxi Driver, but I decided not to because of legal ramifications. Bremmer is sitting there in jail with nothing better to do than sue us, which is why I made certain the script was registered before the diary came out, and that nothing was changed after the diary's publication. And it's actually kind of prescient

of him, come to think of it. He's saying in nineteen seventy six that Brehmer could file some kind of nuisance lawsuit from prison, and this is years before he tried to get half a million dollars and his diary back from that construction worker. And look, I'm obviously not a film buff. Like I said, I only recently saw a taxi driver for the first time, so I won't say Paul Schrader isn't telling the truth. And I don't know. Maybe if you're a film buff, you'd say there's a

difference between changing the script and changing the screenplay. Those are kind of different things, right, I guess that's true. I don't know, because there are some scenes in Taxi Driver that, unless Scarcese and Trader had some kind of deep psychic connection to whatever forces in the universe motivated Arthur Bremmer, they absolutely came from the Diary. You can't tell me if they don't come from the diary, because when I sat down to watch the movie, I had

just finished reading the Diary. So when I saw the scene where Travis Bickle, the titular taxi driver, pulls up outside of a building with his fair Bartin Scorsese himself in the back seat, I did that, Leonardo DiCaprio pointing me at my TV when the camera panned to the woman in the window and she's smoking a cigarette, partially obscured by the gauzy curtains, And that's a rather specific

visual image. And just a few pages into Bremer's diary, he describes a very similar scene before he flew back to Milwaukee to try across the border into Canada to shoot Richard Nixon at an event in Ottawa. He wrote this in his diary, My last night at the Howard Johnson's in the Jamaica Area, New York City. I didn't sleep much. A beautiful naked lady across the parking lot of the next motel out by her window Florida ceiling,

smoking cigarettes, and I had to watch her. Her table room light was on, and a thin veil of curtain allowed me to watch as she passionately kissed a man who wore clothes. I never saw them in each other's arms more than a minute at a time. They must have been fighting through binoculars. I saw them gesture like Italians and open their mouths very wide, very often. So maybe Schrader did finish the script before he read the diary, but the diary absolutely influenced the way the film was shot.

According to Andrew Rausch's book on the Films of Martin Scorsese, Robert de Niro prepared for the role by getting a New York taxi license and driving around the city listening to a cassette tape of Bremer's diary. The diary is genuinely odd. Normally, I'm firmly in the camp of please do not read or recommend that others read the manifesto

left behind by a shooter. But I really don't think anyone will read Arthur Bremer's diary about leaving a nude massage parlor frustrated that he's still a virgin, and feel inspired by it. But I do think it's a fascinating document. I think I learned more about what's inside the mind of a nihilist aspiring shooter from Bremer's diary than I've learned from any self indulgent little manifesto left by a

mass shooter. After failing to get his shot at Nixon at the appearance in Ottawa in April, he wrote, I just need a little opening in a second of time. Nothing has happened for so long three months. The last person I held a conversation with in three months was a near naked girl rubbing my erect penis, and she wouldn't let me put it through her failures. A few pages later, he writes that he thought about getting really drunk,

but quote decided against it. Just wanted to pick a fight with a bartender somewhere someone and get arrested, and then where am I? I got something to do something big before I ever get arrested again. He writes that he's tired of waiting. He wants to be a madman who kills, and then abruptly transitions to saying he quote goes crazy when he hears Johnny Cash's new single, quoting the lyrics I shot you with my thirty eight and now I'm doing time, before noting that a baseball game

was canceled due to the rain. Honestly, the document it reminds me of most is a diary kept by Franklin Seacreast. I was a young man who set a synagogue on fire in Austin in twenty twenty one. Seacrest's diary is the similar sort of strange stream of consciousness, accounting of his frustrations with women, his daily activities interspersed with these outbursts of violent desire. After taking two weeks away from his diary to deal with the tragedy of failing to

kill Richard Nixon, Rehmer went to see Clockwork Orange. As he watched the movie, he decided he would kill George Wallace instead, though he lamented that this was a second rate target, writing, I won't even rate a TV interruption in Russia or Europe. When the news breaks, they never heard of Wallace. If something big and nom flares up, I'll end up at the bottom of the first page. In America, the editors will say Wallace dead. Who cares? He won't get more than three minutes on network TV news.

I don't expect anybody to get a big, throbbing erection from the news. You know, a storm in some country we never heard of, kills ten thousand people, big deal. Past the beer and what's on TV tonight. I hope my death makes more sense than my life. Days before he finally took the shot, he wrote yesterday, I even considered mc govern as a target. If I go to prison as an assassin, solitary forever, guards in my cell, et cetera, or get killed or suicided, what difference to me?

Ask me why I did it, and I'd say I don't know, or nothing else to do, or why not, or I have to kill somebody. It bothers me that they are about thirty guys in prison now who threatened the president and we never heard a thing about him except that they're in prison. Maybe what they need is organization. Make the first lady a widow incorporated, chicken in every pot and bullet in every head incorporated. They'll hold a

national convention every year to pick the executioner. A winner will be chosen from the best entry in forty thousand words or less, preferably less upon the theme how to do a bang up job of getting people to notice you? Or get it off your chest. Make your problems everybody's. On May thirteenth, two days before the shooting, Bremer attended

a Wallace rally in Kalamazoo, Michigan. There are photographs of Bremer at the rally that day, and he even spoke to a police officer who responded to a call about a suspicious vehicle parked near the venue. Bremer told the officer he just wanted to be early to get a good spot at the rally and complied when asked to move his car. His loaded thirty eight was in his

jacket pocket. He writes in his diary that he could have taken his shot that day, but at the last minute, two teenage girls got between him and his target, and he thought they'd be disfigured or blinded. If he fired through the glass they were pressed up against, writing, I let Wallace go only to spare these two stupid, innocent, delighted kids. His final entry, the night before the shooting ends with got a signed from campaign headquarters here to

shield the gun. Is there anything else to say? My cry upon firing will be a penny for your thoughts. On May fifteenth, nineteen seventy two, Arthur Bremmer was one of about a thousand people who showed up to hear George Wallace speak at a shopping center in Laurel, Maryland around four p m. Just as Wallace finished speaking, Bremer pushed his way through the crowd, hoping to shake Wallis's hand,

and unloaded his thirty eight. He struck George Wallace four times and wounded three others, a state trooper, a campaign volunteer, and a Secret Service agent. He forgot to shout anything at all as he did it. He was convicted and sentenced to sixty three years, later reduced to fifty three

years on appeal. In nineteen ninety five, George Wallace wrote to Bremer in prison, telling him that he forgave him for the shooting and hoping they could correspond a bit to get to know one another, responded, and George Wallace died in nineteen ninety eight. Arthur Bremmer was denied parole in nineteen ninety six after arguing at his hearing that quote shooting segregationist dinosaurs isn't as bad as harming mainstream politicians, but he was eventually paroled in two thousand and seven

after serving thirty five years. For the last eighteen years, Arthur Bremer has lived in Maryland under the conditions of his supervised release. He's been on electronic monitoring, he has to submit to mental evaluations, and he's been required to stay away from all elected officials and candidates for office. His supervision actually ends this month, on May fifteenth, twenty

twenty five, the fifty third anniversary of the shooting. He'll be seventy five years old this year, and he's been a model parolee as far as I can tell, So I doubt he'll be getting up to anything interesting once he's legally allowed to leave the state of Maryland. So I guess he shot George Wallace for no reason at all. And Robert de Niro's study of the diary he left

behind inspired the performance that made Hinckley shoot Reagan. There's nothing hard to believe at all about the idea that Thomas Crooks wanted to shoot a president just to be remembered. Is anyone at all? Wee Little Guys in a production of Cool Zone Media and iHeartRadio. It's researched, written and recorded by me Polly Coner. Our executive producers are Sophie Lettterman and Robert Evans. The show is edited by the wildly talented Rory Gagan. The theme music was composed by

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