Barry’s responsibilities at St Elizabeth’s included leading group therapy
sessions. One day, a newcomer joined the group. He sat off to the side,
watching, listening, but seldom participating. He seemed subdued, quiet, and
innocuous enough. He had no previous history of mental illness. There was no
outward indication that he posed a threat to anyone. Yet everyone knew the stark
reality: He had tried to kill the president of the United States.
John Hinckley Jr. had pulled the trigger six times on his .22 caliber revolver
outside the Washington Hilton Hotel on March 30, 1981, as President Ronald
Reagan exited the building and made his way to the motorcade. The first bullet
went into the head of White House Press Secretary James Brady. The second
struck police officer Thomas Delahanty in the back of the neck. The third hit the
window of a building across the street. Special Agent in Charge Jerry Parr
pushed Reagan into the limousine as a fourth bullet hit Secret Service Agent
Timothy McCarthy in the abdomen as he spread his body over Reagan. The fifth
hit the side of the limousine. The sixth bullet ricocheted off the limousine and hit
the president under his left arm and entered his body, lodging in his lung, one
inch from his heart. The president nearly died as a result of a staph infection that
followed.
Hinckley had been obsessed with the actress Jodie Foster. He had stalked her
when she was at Yale. He thought killing the president would get her attention
and impress her. A jury found Hinckley not guilty by reason of insanity. He was
twenty-six years old when he joined Barry’s group therapy session for the first
time.
In therapy, Hinckley said little. On occasion he would mention something
about life inside the institution or about other patients or the staff. Barry recalled
that Hinckley seemed scared of the other patients; he didn’t talk much to anyone
in the early days. Barry tried to draw him out.
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