sunny wrote:This is going to sound weird, but when I'm reminded of the Wallace shooting, I think of my little book Chitty Chitty Bang-Bang! I brought it home from a book fair that day...
One of the most puzzling things about Ultimate Sacrifice is that some have actually taken it seriously. Peter Scott has said it is well documented. My question to Peter: Well-documented with what? Frank Ragano and Ed Partin? If you don't analyze the footnotes you might be impressed. Unfortunately for my mental health, I did so I'm not impressed. Vince Palamara has gone on Amazon.com to praise the book as one of the best ever written on the case. Vince is supposed to be an authority on the Secret Service. Did he not notice what the authors did with Edwin Black's seminal essay on Chicago? That people like this, and others, could be bamboozled by a dreadful and pretentious pastiche shows how rudderless the research community has become.
In light of that evidence I remember thinking: Lamar Waldron has an agenda the size of a football stadium.
After reading Ultimate Sacrifice I think I was wrong. Lamar Waldron has an agenda the size of the Grand Canyon.
If one examines the text, the first of many curious aspects becomes evident. The longest part of the volume is the middle section, which is not actually about C-Day. It is really about the Mob's motivation, planning, pretexts, and precedents for killing JFK. And this is really the subject of the last section also. So by my rough estimate, about 2/3 of the book is not about what the author's trumpet as their great discovery. The larger part of the book is actually a kind of concentration and aggrandizement of all the Mob-did-it books rolled into one. As we shall see, this book is actually a new (and fatuous) spin on an old and discredited idea, namely Robert Blakey's Mob-did-it theory. The reader can see this just by browsing through the footnotes, which I did for this review. The familiar faces are all there: John Davis, Dan Moldea, Blakey, the HSCA volumes, David Scheim, even, startling enough, Frank Ragano. They are all quoted abundantly and, as we shall see, indiscriminately. I can literally say that this book would not exist in its present (bloated) form without that gallery of authors.
Hugh Manatee Wins wrote:This mays seem off-topic but it is about how spooks carefully manage perceptions.sunny wrote:This is going to sound weird, but when I'm reminded of the Wallace shooting, I think of my little book Chitty Chitty Bang-Bang! I brought it home from a book fair that day...
British spook Ian Fleming wrote Chitty Chitty Bang-Bang back when spooks were trying to get kids interested in military vehicles by associating Air Force capabilities with the cars they saw everyday.
When the VW Bug was associated with peaceful hippies this was too visible an anti-war image on the everyday streets and therefore was countered by using Disney (CIA for Kids!) to create an aggressive testosterone-fueled fighting, racing, and even bull-fighting VW Bug called 'Herbie.'
The same automobile power allegory was used again in Disney-Pixar's 'Cars' with a comical VW Bus being protected by the jeep, 'Sarge,' the one just recalled by Mattel for having dangerous lead components. Poetic justice...
So while watching All the President's Men there was a scene which shows the CIA's favorite newspaper (Kurt Nimmo™) in an editorial staff meeting.
In that meeting the subject of Arthur Bremer came up with regard to his Diary.
In his book, The Taking of America, Richard E. Sprague argued that Donald Segretti and Dennis Cassini, supplied money to Bremer before he attempted to assassinate George Wallace. Others have claimed that Bernard L. Barker, one of the Watergate burglars, was used to pass this money to Bremer. Gore Vidal has also suggested that Bremer's diary was a forgery and had been written by E. Howard Hunt. ...
George Wallace’s assassination attempt: FBI agent reflects, 40 years later
(1972 PHOT BY MABEL HOBART) - Alabama Gov. George Wallace addresses voters from behind a lectern.
Five minutes after this photo was taken, Arthur Bremer shot him.
By Aaron Kraut, Published: May 9 The Washington Post
Stan Orenstein was heading to his Olney home when he received the radio call around 6 p.m. May 15, 1972.
Alabama Gov. George Wallace, the front-runner in the next day’s Maryland Democratic presidential primary, had been shot four times at close range at a campaign rally in Laurel and was being transported to Holy Cross Hospital in Silver Spring.
Orenstein, an FBI agent at the Montgomery County office, was to report to the hospital immediately and take charge of the investigation into the attempted assassination of one of the nation’s most visible and controversial political figures.
Nearly 40 years after the failed attempt of the gunman Arthur Bremer, to kill Wallace, Orenstein, 75, recounted the aftermath of an event that changed the course of American political history.
Known for his staunch resistance to the civil rights movement, Wallace won the Maryland primary. But his once-promising presidential campaign was effectively ended by Bremer’s bullets, which left Wallace paralyzed from the waist down.
It also influenced the man who once uttered the words “segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever” to reverse his views on race. In 1982, he admitted he had been mistaken about segregation during a fourth run for Alabama governor.
“I think in the ensuing years until his death, he always fell back on his experience in Maryland. It changed his life,” said Orenstein, who a few days later interviewed a recovering Wallace in a Holy Cross hospital room. Wallace died in 1998.
“When Bremer shot him, I firmly believe it made a sea change in his attitude,” Orenstein said.
It was the fifth shooting of a prominent American political or civil rights figure in a decade — the previous four claimed the lives of President John F. Kennedy, presidential candidate Robert F. Kennedy and civil rights leaders Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X.
At the time of Wallace’s shooting, Bremer’s motive was unclear. Orenstein and his team raced to confirm Bremer was not a part of a larger conspiracy.
The investigation revealed Bremer, a Milwaukee man, wore Wallace campaign buttons and shouted to get the governor’s attention at a rally earlier that day at Wheaton Plaza. But a hostile crowd heckled Wallace and threw tomatoes at him. Because of the reaction, he refused to leave the podium to shake hands, denying Bremer the opportunity.
A few hours later at the Laurel Shopping Center, Wallace did shake hands against the advice of his Secret Service detail.
About 4 p.m. that day, Bremer emptied his gun into Wallace’s abdomen and chest. One bullet lodged in his spinal cord. Three other people — a Secret Service agent, an Alabama state trooper and a campaign volunteer — were unintentionally hit and wounded. Bremer was tackled to the ground and put in a headlock by Prince George’s County Police Cpl. Mike Landrum, who pushed him through an angry crowd for about 60 yards to a police cruiser.
“It happened so quickly. My strongest impression was how quickly events can change,” said Landrum, 68, now retired and living in Calvert County. Landrum remembered pointing out Bremer to a Secret Service agent before the rally. Prince George’s County police turned him over to the FBI early the next morning.
Orenstein arrived at the hospital to a chaotic scene. President Richard Nixon ordered the FBI to lead the investigation with Secret Service assistance. Secret Service agents and the press swarmed the building. Montgomery County police set up a security detail to protect Wallace and his party.
“We knew the Secret Service was distraught, frustrated. They had another protectee that got shot,” Orenstein said. “I knew there was going to be a lot of uncontrollable activity. This was big.”
Wallace underwent an operation that night. Don Black, a Montgomery County police sergeant working the Silver Spring midnight shift, drove to the hospital well after the news broke. The press converted the basketball court at the nearby Boys and Girls Club on Forest Glen Road into a command center. Close to 75 phone booths lined the gym, Black said.
“This was the first time that we placed police officers as guards at a private place,” Black said. “For the first few days, we’d pat people down.”
Black drove Wallace’s wife, Cornelia, and the family back to the Howard Johnson Inn in Wheaton.
A few days later, Orenstein and colleague Bill Campbell interviewed Wallace. Orenstein, who was assigned to the FBI’s Mobile, Ala., division in 1962 upon becoming an agent, had experience with Wallace. From 1963 to 1965, he visited Wallace whenever the U.S. Department of Justice opened a case against the state government. In 1963, Wallace gained notoriety for his “stand in the schoolhouse door,” when he attempted to halt the enrollment of black students at the University of Alabama by standing in front of a school auditorium.
Federal marshals and Deputy Attorney General Nicholas Katzenbach confronted him, and he stepped aside.
“I think it was strictly politics with him. He didn’t get any particular joy out of being brutal to black people and he wasn’t involved in that,” Orenstein said. “But the shooting changed his attitude toward black people.”
Orenstein entered the hospital room with an eight-photo spread, including Bremer’s arrest photo and similar-looking men from Orenstein’s previous bank robbery investigations. Wallace recognized Orenstein from Alabama and, after a few minutes of casual conversation to make sure the governor was lucid, the agents presented him with the photo array.
Wallace immediately picked out Bremer, and after dozens of interviews with witnesses from the Wheaton and Laurel rallies and the recovery of Bremer’s diary, the FBI was confident that Bremer acted alone. According to his diary, he acted out of a desire for fame, not for political reasons, and had targeted Nixon at an April rally in Ottawa, Canada. He was sentenced to 53 years in jail. In November 2007, at age 57, Bremer was released from the Maryland Correctional Institution in Hagerstown after serving 35 years.
Orenstein went back to working bank robberies and kidnappings before he retired from the FBI in 1986. He now lives in South Carolina. Next week, on the anniversary of the shooting, he’ll again look back at his incidental second meeting with Wallace.
“This situation was just unprecedented. There I was, going to Holy Cross Hospital, and there he was again,” Orenstein said. “It was a fascinating time and an incredible coincidence.”
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Alabama Gov. George Wallace was shot by Arthur Bremer at a campaign rally in Laurel, Md., in May 1972. He kept a diary of the 10 weeks he spent stalking, first, President Richard Nixon, then Wallace. (Alamy)
The online auction catalogue read like a prank, like a bad flashback, and it upended my morning. Then my year: Arthur Bremer’s gun was for sale.
A year ago this week, the Rock Island Auction Co. in Illinois took bids for the five-shot, snub-nosed .38 revolver that Bremer used to shoot Gov. George Wallace of Alabama on May 15, 1972, during a presidential primary campaign rally at the Laurel Shopping Center in suburban Maryland.
“Very fine ... minor edge and high spot wear with some scratches and scrapes on the side of the cylinder where it hit the ground when it was wrestled away from [Bremer]. ... A very unique and somewhat ‘infamous’ historic revolver.”
Somewhat? You don’t have to remember the attack that left Wallace paralyzed from the waist down to consider this weapon a startling relic of those tormented years, 1963 to 1981, when assailants opened fire on three presidents, two presidential candidates and two national civil rights leaders.
To prove the weapon was genuine, the gun was accompanied by a macabre scrapbook: pages photocopied from the Prince George’s County Police case file; Bremer’s receipt from a gun store in Milwaukee showing he paid $94.48; 18 frames of the television footage that captured Bremer lunging with the revolver and the first lady of Alabama throwing herself over the felled governor with a bloody hole in his torso.
The high bidder was an anonymous collector from outside the Washington region who had an idea of how much a piece of Arthur Bremer is worth: He paid $28,750.
County police learned of the auction after it was over. They had no idea the gun had strayed into private hands and are now trying to get it back.
“This item of evidence has historic significance not only to the police department but to our nation’s history,” says Capt. Marc Alexander, an investigator for police Inspector General Carlos Acosta.
[From the archives: Wallace is shot]
I had thought we were all done with Bremer. His attempted escape into oblivion began the moment he was tackled by bystanders and police in the shopping plaza. He would speak just three sentences in public, at his 1972 trial in Upper Marlboro, and that would be it for more than 40 years.
After serving 35 1 / 2 years of a 53-year sentence, with 17 1 / 2 years knocked off for good behavior, he was released from prison in 2007. The news caused hardly a stir, even though he was one of few national attempted assassins in modern times to be set free.
[Arthur Bremer is released from prison]
A church-supported group helped Bremer settle in Cumberland, tucked in the mountains of Western Maryland, where he has lived in law-abiding obscurity ever since. He is 65.
Yet there’s something about Bremer — and us — that won’t let him slip away completely. He dwells at the blurry edge of memory, summoned back into focus whenever a turn in history or culture reminds us of his relevance.
I’ve had trouble accepting his silence for some time, ever since I read his journal, “An Assassin’s Diary,” which included about half of the 261 fevered pages he wrote in the 10 weeks leading up to the shooting. It was a long, loquacious cry for attention and legacy. The book made a small splash when it came out in 1973. Then it, too, disappeared for years, until, incredibly, the missing half of the diary was coughed up by the earth itself — like the revolver popping out of nowhere onto the auction block.
How could the voice of that diary just switch off? I wanted to hear how Bremer, now approaching old age, would reflect on his dark journey. Perhaps he could tell us about remorse and redemption. The price of infamy. And he might fill the blank pages of his life after he pulled the trigger.
I took the auction as a license — an excuse — to search for Bremer...
Bremer — or the idea of Bremer — started ricocheting almost immediately.
Paul Schrader was a young writer wrestling with alienation that summer after the shooting as he banged out the script for what would become the Martin Scorsese film “Taxi Driver” (1976), starring Robert De Niro as an existential loner who plans to shoot a candidate. It is not the Arthur Bremer story, Schrader emphasizes, but there are points in common, including a diaristic narration.
He wrote the script after Bremer’s deed, but “the diary had not yet been published, so I just kind of imagined it,” Schrader says. “And when the diary actually came out, I was surprised at the number of places where it lined up with what I imagined.”
A free-associative line connects Bremer to John Hinckley Jr. through “Taxi Driver.” Hinckley shot President Ronald Reagan in 1981 to impress actress Jodie Foster, who starred in “Taxi Driver.” A copy of Bremer’s diary was found among Hinckley’s possessions.
[Judge considers release of John Hinckley]
Bremer became scriptwriters’ shorthand to sound a note of smart, slightly daft black humor.
“Neighbors” (1981), starring John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd: “We might have had a wonderful relationship. But then, as Arthur Bremer once said: ‘How many things go right in this crazy world?’ ”
I first read Bremer’s diary a few years ago when I became aware that he lived about two hours from my house. The cover has a Day-Glo portrait modeled on the chilling news photo of the grinning face in the crowd, ready to strike.
Bremer is a temperamental narrator of picaresque misadventures. He forgets the bag with his guns on an airplane, and — hearing his name over a loudspeaker in an airport restroom — retrieves the bag from the pilot himself. He loses the Browning 9mm for good when it falls deep into the chassis of his Rambler as he’s concealing it from Canadian border guards.
4 pop culture references to Arthur Bremer
Arthur Bremer attempted to assassinate former Democratic presidential candidate George Wallace in 1972. Since then, he's been a pop culture staple. (The Washington Post)
In “Assassins,” the 1990 musical by Stephen Sondheim, the John Wilkes Booth character calls to the audience: “Is Artie Bremer here tonight? Where’s Artie Bremer?!”
[Chasing the ghost of John Wilkes Booth through the streets of Washington]
Bremer also turned up on a Nixon White House tape released in 1997. The president wanted to cast suspicion for the crime on McGovern supporters.
“Is he [Bremer] a left-winger or a right-winger?” Nixon asked White House hatchet man and special counsel Charles Colson on the night of the shooting.
“Well, he’s going to be a left-winger by the time we get through, I think,” Colson said.
“Good,” Nixon said, chuckling. “Keep at that. Keep at that.”
Bremer’s disembodied presence over the years gave him a Forrest Gump-like quality — then he appeared in “Forrest Gump.” The makers of the 1994 movie inserted the television clip of Bremer shooting Wallace as part of Forrest’s journey through chaotic times.
A woman, middle age gave me an anti-war/anti-Nixon leaflet. I glanced it over & handed it back to her, politely. ... The hippie-types also tryed to give me this stuff. ... Were the cops really afraid of these people?! Was Nixon afraid, really scared, of them?! They’re nothing. They’re the new establishement. To be a rebel today you have to keep a job, wear a suit & stay apolitical. Now T H A T ’S R E B E L L I O N !
— April 22, 1972
Bremer is accompanied by a federal officer following his arraignment. He was sentenced to 53 years, but was released after 35, in 2007, with time off for good behavior. He has since lived in Cumberland, Md. (Weyman Swagger)
Today the diary has an additional resonance: Bremer the diarist was a media-obsessed meta-assassin whose journal we could mistake as a treatment for a reality TV show that might be called “Going After the Governor.” The porous relationship between the screens of our devices and our identities is a media landscape that Bremer explored before there was anything personal about a computer.
In many ways, he ventriloquizes the Great American Unhinged Voice that also howls through the works of doomed road-trip writers such as Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac, Hunter Thompson. Bremer can’t control the voice, though. His observations are entertaining but seldom penetrating. Yet the work is still riveting, even given our repugnance, because the reader knows that, in the end, the narrator will break the frame of the page and come to lethal life.
The diary also reads like a series of over-sharing Facebook posts. Self-deprecating confessions and humble-bragging, laced with hyper-awareness over how his words will be read and “shared,” make it clear: Arthur Bremer wanted us to “like” him.
After a month on the road, he buried the first 148 pages under a viaduct in Milwaukee. Wrapped in foil and tape inside a plastic briefcase, they chronicled March 2 to April 3, 1972, and, for a time, were lost.
The final 113 pages, April 4 to May 13, were found in Bremer’s car, parked at the Laurel Shopping Center. Bremer’s attorney, the late Benjamin Lipsitz, read them aloud at trial, thinking the diary might convince the jury that Bremer was insane.
Lawrence Freundlich, editor in chief of Harper’s Magazine Press, visited the jail to make a publishing deal for this section of the diary to cover legal expenses. He doesn’t recall specific sums but says his offer was in the range of a $10,000 advance and 10 percent royalties. He wrote the figures on a yellow legal pad and held it up to the visitors window so Bremer could see. Bremer countered with something like $12,000, 12 percent, Freundlich recalls.
“Bremer looked nutty as a fruitcake to me,” Freundlich tells me. “Then he comes up with this utterly sensible proposal.”
The book was published in 1973.
“Bremer’s brief vivid diary ... takes us, with no effort, inside a killer’s mind — and we find ourselves at home there,” Garry Wills wrote in his review for the New York Times. “His is the voice, not of evil’s banality, but of its plausibility. One fears with and for him in his scrapes.”
Fiction writer Ann Beattie told the Times that she counted Bremer’s diary among books that influenced her as a young writer. Gore Vidal paid Bremer the compliment of declaring that the diary could not have been written by a mere “busboy.” In the New York Review of Books, he spun out a conspiracy theory that E. Howard Hunt — who helped plan the Watergate break-in and was a thriller writer himself — wrote the diary.
“Bremer’s diary is a fascinating work — of art? ... There are startling literary references and flourishes,” Vidal wrote. “No matter who wrote the diary we are dealing with a true author.” ...
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According to A Clockwork Orange author, Anthony Burgess, the Nadsat language which he invented for his novella “was meant to turn A Clockwork Orange into a brainwashing primer. You should read the book and at the end you should find yourself in possession of a minimal Russian vocabulary—without effort, with surprise.” (http://www.anthonyburgess.org/about-ant ... ork-orange) The ultra-violence of Kubrick’s film version was blamed by the media for inciting a string of copycat crimes: a woman was raped by assailants performing “Singing in the Rain,” gangs of thugs in England dressed up as droogs, a sixteen-year-old obsessed with the film beat a sixty-year-old tramp to death. Most strikingly of all, Arthur Bremmer, the attempted assassin of George Wallace, wrote in his diary on May 1st, 1972: “saw Clockwork Orange, & thought about getting Wallace all through the picture—fantasing [sic] myself as the Alek [sic] on the screen come to real life. . .” May 14th he shot Wallace, paralyzing him for life.
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