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something to the effect of, are you by yourself? he responded, i m with no one. did he ask any questions about the condition of the president or mr. brady? no, he never did. he never seemed concerned. no remorse? no remorse at all. desperate for any clue or evidence that could explain the motive for the shooting, meyers searched hinckley s wallet and found photos. i notice three or four of them for magazines. did you ask him who this person was? yeah. what did he say? he says, you will find out when you get to read the letter in my room. at that point, my reset hinckley shut down and refused to say more. what struck him most, hinckley seemed arrogant, almost smog. i said, you re gonna be charged with attempted assassination of the president of the united states. as i m writing this in my notes, i m having a hard time spelling assassination, and he says, ill
feeling. where are you, jody? hinckley titled it, the diary of a person we all know. at times, it s a chronicle of despair. why go on? i m in mortally infamous, equal to john wilkes-barre with. but i ve had enough. days after that entry, hinckley tried to commit suicide. his second attempt. after he recovered, he seemed to have a moment of clarity about the shooting. there are many times were i thoroughly regret the incident, and in many times where i think about whatever accomplished, and feel satisfied. by the spring of 1982, hinckley seemed ready, almost giddy for the nation to hear his story. everyone is excited now! i m a little excited. let s get it on! it will be a miracle, and nothing short of a miracle if i m found not guilty. a year had passed since the shooting, but the damage frankly caused was still fresh in peoples minds.
wilbur explains exactly how he was wounded. we re watching the slow motion replay of the shooting. right around here, boom. look how close he is. look at the gun. the way to reagan is clear, and right here, the bullet hits right there and gets through that little gap. through the tiny gap created by the open door of the bulletproof car, hitting the president. an incredible fluke. it was hinckley s sixth, and final shot. secret service agents raced him to george university hospital, where doctors found the bullet dangerously close to reagan s heart. judy, i m sorry to interrupt nbc cut into her report with the news. in front of me now are to bulletins that both say president reagan was shot in the chest. the president was rushed into surgery. meanwhile, the fbi was desperately trying to find out what happened. retired fbi agent, thomas
testimony that would convince the jury. carpenter met with hinckley for months, and charted his unraveling. what was his relationship with like his parents? there wasn t anything that seemed like childhood neglect, or trauma. but, carpenter learned that hinckley started to withdraw with from friends in high school, and then completely isolate him self in college. his parents were worried and took him to see a psychiatry just. they told him that hinckley was simply a mature, and needed tough love. more than once, they had gotten involved. the strategy backfired. hinckley s hopelessness showed in his poems, songs and journals. they re kind of dark. it certainly compatible with an unhappy, and lonely life. hinckley s poem, guns are fun, they re foreshadowing the shooting. if i wish, the president will fall on the world will look at me in disbelief. by the end of his evaluation,