"Take that, Bitch!"
Hennard
lived in Belton, Texas, and to be frank, he scared the shit
out of most of those that had the misfortune to run into
him. He was a very angry man, described by many as seeming
to hate everyone and everything. And this would probably the
best way to described the man who would become the greatest
mass murder in the U.S. history.
He was known to go to the same convenience store every
morning, except sundays, for breakfast. He always ordered
the same meal - a sausage and biscuit sandwich, donuts,
orange juice and a newspaper. And he scared the crap out of
their staff here as well. But on October 16, 1991, Hennard
was a different man. In fact staff at the convenience store
said he was more friendly than every before. Maybe it was
because he had just celebrated his 35th birthday, perhaps he
was really happy. Or maybe he had accepted what was to
follow.
Around noon on the day after his 35th birthday Hennard's car
rammed through the front window of Luby's Cafeteria in
Killeen, Texas. As he smashed through the window the car hit
an elderly man, and worried people in the restaurant and fro
outside, thinking it was an accident, gathered round to see
if they could help the old fellow or the driver. Just as the
man was starting to make his way to his feet Hennard came
bursting out of the driver side door holding a Glock 17
semiautomatic and a Ruger P89. He walked up to the old man
and blew his brains out. I think it was around this time
that the onlookers realized this wasn't no accident.
Over the next few minutes Hennard strolled around the inside
of the restaurant shooting people in the head and chest,
leaving some to live, choosing others to die. As one can
imagine there was a fair amount of screaming going on at
this time, but Hennard could be heard yelling over the top
of them, "Is it worth it? This is payback day!" and "This is
what Belton did to me." or just simply "Bitch!"
Once
he'd done his first tour of the cafe, he returned to those
that were injured. He then showed something similar to
remorse - He blew their fuckin heads off. The only time that
he stopped firing was when he was reloading, and for the
strangest thing to happen during these few minutes of
mayhem.
Hennard, who seemed to really have it in for women, decided
to spare a life. He allowed a woman and her 4-year-old
daughter to leave. Although one shouldn't get too carried
away and think things like, "oh, what a nice man" because
he'd just killed both her parents right in front of her, but
still it was a nice gesture.
A few people got out through the kitchen exit, and one fat
bastard smash out a window for a few other to escape
through, but basically most were trapped by the psycho. One
survivor said, "He was smiling... kind of a grin, like a
smirk." So at least we know that he was still happy.
It all ended soon after police arrived. Hennard kept on
firing, even after police fired back, striking him twice. As
Hennard loss more blood from his wounds he must have
realized it was almost over because he took retreat into the
corridor leading to the toilets. He sat down and in a final
moment of clarity scattered his own brains against the
corridor wall.
Once police checked the place out the found 23 dead bodies
(including Hennard's), with 23 more injured. One of these
seemed to be pretty fucked up because they died not long
afterward, giving Hennard 23 - A NEW U.S. RECORD and one
that still hasn't been broken, despite many attempts.
Interesting Bits
Hennard twice tried to sell the guns used in the massacre in
the month before it. Unluckily for his victims he couldn't
seem to get rid of them.
Hennard was known to drive around the streets of Belton
screaming obscenities at women. This would be a funny sight
I think.
Most of the victims at Luby's were women.
Q: I wonder if he had a problem with one?
A: he hated his mummy. He told anyone that would listen that
he wanted to kill her, he liked to draw her as a snake, and
almost everyone describes her as a right old bitch.
Four months before his final glory day he wrote in a letter;
"Please give me the satisfaction of one day laughing in the
face of all those mostly white treacherous female vipers."
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