On August 1, 1966, after stabbing his mother and his wife to death the previous night, Charles Whitman, a Marine veteran, took rifles and other weapons to the observation deck on top of the Main Building tower at the University of Texas at Austin
He then started shooting people he had never met, anyone he saw move.
For 96 minuets he shot anyone he could.
A women hiding while the shooting went on.
He shot and killed 15 people, including an unborn child.
Whitman also injured 31 others.
My high school principle was doing summer classes at UT.
He told me years later he stepped out of the cafeteria, a slug hit the wall close to his head and he got back inside and stayed there until it was over.
Whitman was found to have had a brain tumor and it was assumed perhaps he was not in his right mind.
The incident ended when an off duty Austin City policemen and a non cop reached Whitman and shot him dead. At the time, the attack was the deadliest mass shooting by a lone gunman in U.S. history.
I was eight years old and just happened to be in San Antonio at a married sisters house as my parents had come in for a shopping trip.
Back home in the hills there was no TV reception in those days.
I watched the news on it as the whole event unfolded.
In the end the off duty Austin cop handed a non cop a shotgun to back him up, took his .38 Special, walked up the stairs of the tower, surprised Whitman and shot him dead.
The Austin Chief of Police was holding a news conference afterwards.
One reporter asked the Chief “DID the policeman have to kill Whitman, COULDN’T HE JUST HAVE WOUNDED HIM”?
The chief looked at the reporter like HE had a brain tumor and simply said, “No, he had to kill him”.
At eight years old I realized news reporters were idiots!
The Ole Dog!