EP. 181 : TEXAS - The 1991 Luby's Massacre: The Perpetrator, George Jo Hennard (Pt. 1)
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It's a beautiful fall day in 1991 in the town of Killeen, Texas. In its lunch hour that afternoon, over 150 hungry patrons made their way over to the popular restaurant chain called Luby's. Known for their cafeteria-style comfort food, Luby's was a town favorite in Killeen. And on this day, everyone grabbed their food trays and made their way down the line, filling their plates. For some people,

The most trivial things on their minds were questions like, should I get mashed potatoes or mac and cheese? Do I want chicken or fish? Of course, none of that would matter in just a few minutes. But after getting their meals, people took their seats around the restaurant, enjoying their food, while spending quality time around the table with their loved ones.

For many, it would be their very last meal because at 12:39 p.m., everyone's lunch was interrupted by the sound of a loud crash. At first,

Most people believed that the noise had been caused by dinner plates crashing to the floor. But when they looked up from their tables, they saw that a truck had crashed right through the building and was now sitting about 20 feet into the dining area. There were tables flipped over, debris covering the ground, and about a dozen glass ketchup bottles had catapulted onto the hood of the truck.

In the seconds after the crash, everyone stood up in confusion. Surely this was just a horrible accident. Maybe someone had a medical emergency while driving in the parking lot. But soon enough, everyone would realize that this was no accident at all. Because when the dust cleared,

A man emerged from the truck holding two semi-automatic pistols, and over the next few minutes, he would walk through the restaurant killing as many people as he possibly could. What had started as a normal, peaceful day at Luby's quickly ended in chaos and tragedy. Around the restaurant floor, amongst the overturned tables and plates of food, were

were the bodies of 23 people, making it one of the deadliest mass shootings in our country's history. So this is the story of the 1991 Luby's Massacre. I'm Courtney Browen. And I'm Colin Browen. And you're listening to Murder in America. ♪♪

Before 1991, many people in the United States had never heard of Killeen, Texas. But today, some people claim that the city is cursed. Located about an hour north of Austin, the state's capital, Killeen is a town known for its military base, Fort Hood.

Fort Hood is where a number of tragedies have occurred, including the 2009 mass shooting where an army major murdered 13 people and it's the place where soldier Vanessa Guillen was brutally raped and murdered in 2020. Now this military base will one day have a whole episode of its own because it is truly wild how many ominous things have occurred there, so much so

They actually recently changed its name from Fort Hood to Fort Cavazos. But back in the 1990s, the town of Killeen had yet to be marked by any of these tragedies. And at the time, it was simply known as a military town outside of Austin, Texas. The people of Killeen pride themselves on taking care of their community. There are a number of parks, playgrounds, and family recreation centers.

They have a ton of activities from the Killeen Rodeo to the Multicultural Festival. It's also a city with beautiful lakes where people can go camping, fishing, swimming, and boating. According to the 2020 census, Killeen has a population of around 156,000 people.

and a large portion of their population has a connection to the armed forces. With thousands of new military families arriving each year, the city is known for its patriotic spirit. It was even named the most patriotic city in Texas in 2020. For tens of thousands of people, it's a place where they're happy to call home. However, in 1991, an unstable man by the name of George Joe Hinnard would not only shock the nation,

but leave a deep, lasting effect on the people and community of Killeen, Texas. George Joe Hennard, originally named George's peer Hennard, was born on October 15th, 1956 in Sayre, Pennsylvania.

His father, Dr. Georges Henard, was a Swiss-born surgeon, and his mother, Gianna, was a homemaker and former antique dealer. Before their marriage in the mid-1950s, Gianna had been a widow with two young children, Carla and Craig Clampett. But eventually, Georges came around, and she found love again. Together, the two would have three children. The first was George, a future mass shooter born in 1956.

Then, five years later, they would have another boy named Alan Robert. And finally, in 1963, they had a daughter named Desiree. And from the beginning, the Hennards lived a very privileged life. Dr. George's Hennard had trained as a hospital surgeon and specialized in orthopedic medicine, so he made good money. Then, when George was just two years old, his father joined the United States Army and served as a doctor at many army hospitals around the world.

He was an extremely intelligent man and fluent in multiple languages including English, French, German, and Spanish. Now, because they were a military family, George moved around a lot as a kid. They lived in France, Germany, Thailand, Indiana, and New Mexico. Like many military families, they would move to a city and start their lives there, only to be told that they had to pack up and move again to go somewhere else. In fact,

By the time George was 18 years old, he had moved a total of 12 times throughout his life.

But for now, we're going to focus on his time spent in New Mexico. Their family moved there after his father was promoted to commanding officer at McAfee Army Clinic at White Sands Missile Range near Las Cruces, New Mexico. Their home was in the middle of a desert, which essentially served as Georgia's playground. During his younger years, he and his siblings spent their days riding dirt bikes in the desert. In the summertime, when the temperatures soared, they swam at the water tank near the base.

It was about as normal of a childhood as a military family could have. But according to neighbors, the Henard household wasn't always a safe haven. Dr. Henard, being a military man, chose a more strict authoritarian style of parenting. He expected a lot from his children, and any time they disobeyed, he was quick to correct their behavior with a belt beating.

He was also very particular about cleanliness. The kids had to pick up after themselves, make their beds and keep a tidy room. At all times, their home had to be immaculate. The living room was always cleaned to perfection, to the point where the children weren't even allowed to step foot in there. It was the rules of their home, and they abided by those rules. As the children grew older,

Dr. Henard was also known to be very strict about their use of phones. Each of the children had a preset time limit on their phone usage each week, and it didn't matter if they were having the most important conversation in the world. If they went over that time limit, Dr. Henard would snatch the phone out of their hands and hang it up. Now as George and his brother Alan grew older, their

Their father expected even more from them. In one instance, the boys rode their family dirt bikes without asking. And in response, their father punished them by taking the boys to a local barber to cut all of their hair off. Now, George and Alan were very upset about this. Keep in mind, this is the 1960s when long shaggy hair was the standard.

The boys had both been trying to grow their hair out and now because of a dirt bike misunderstanding, their dad had cut it all off. George was so upset about this, he ended up running away from home. Somehow he ended up in Ohio and when his dad finally located him, he got into even more trouble.

It was reported that Dr. Henner took his own surgeon's scalpel and he used it to give George an even worse haircut where he had patches of bald spots covering his head. And George was forced to go to school like this. Now he was already a pretty shy kid who isolated himself from other people his age. So having to walk through the junior high halls with this haircut

would have been humiliating. But that was his dad's rules. You disobey, you get punished. There was no way around it. But while Dr. Hennard ran their home with his authoritarian parenting, his wife Gianna was the complete opposite. She was known to dote on all of her children, believing that they could do no wrong, which was almost needed in a household like that. But according to the people who knew the family, their parenting styles often clashed. However,

However, no family is perfect, and despite everything, the Henard children had good lives. They had roofs over their heads, food on the table, they had money, and at the end of the day, they were loved. By 1973, George was a junior at Mayfield High School in Las Cruces, New Mexico, but finding his place there wasn't very easy. He didn't have a good group of friends, and more often than not, he felt like an outcast and a loner.

but one of the neighborhood boys, Tony Mavesian, had attempted to befriend George. They both loved music, especially the bands Pink Floyd, The Who, and Velvet Underground. Through this shared love of music, Tony asked if George wanted to be in his band. Now, throughout his life, George liked to play the drums, but he wasn't very good at it. However, Tony needed a drummer for his band, and George agreed to do it.

But during their first few practices, the band quickly learned that George was not a great drummer. Not only could he not stay on beat, but he almost seemed like he was in his own little world. It was difficult to connect with him. So soon enough, he was kicked out of the band.

After being rejected by the local neighborhood boys, George isolated himself even further. He often sat in his room by himself, listening to music on his headphones. His room was a place where he could escape from the rest of the world and

and dive into other worlds, a place where he watched movies, listened to music, hung up blacklight posters, and surprisingly, it's also where he smoked marijuana. Now, I'm not sure how he got away with that with his father, but teenagers tend to somehow make it work. But it's around this time when George got into a really big public argument with that old friend of his named Tony, the one who kicked him out of his band.

According to Tony, shortly after the whole band incident, George approached him and accused him of stealing his leather hat. Tony tried telling George that he didn't have his hat, but George wouldn't listen. And from there,

He started going around the school telling people that Tony was a thief and that he was going to kick his ass. When Tony heard about these rumors, he was shocked. He would later say that he never once even saw this hat and it didn't matter how many times he told George that, he wouldn't listen. It became clear to Tony and the other students at their school that George was clearly going through something. He always seemed paranoid.

like people were out to get him. And then one evening, as Tony and his family were getting into their car, they watched as George emerged from the darkness and he just stood there in the street,

ominously staring them down. Tony's grandmother then asked if George was okay, but in response, he started screaming that he wanted to speak with Tony. The look on George's face was terrifying. He had balled his hands into fists and there was a darkness in his eyes. Once again, George started talking about how he was going to beat Tony's ass if he didn't give him his hat back. The interaction was clearly escalating.

which made Tony's family uncomfortable. In fact, his father, who was a colonel in the military, told George that if he didn't back off, he would give his own son permission to walk down there and kick his ass, which ultimately made George walk away.

Now, nothing ever came of this incident, and afterwards, the two seemed to have stayed out of each other's way. But throughout the rest of his time in school, George continued to be isolated from other kids. He just couldn't seem to get along with people. In 1974, he would graduate from high school, and four months later, he decided to follow in his father's footsteps and serve our country.

George enlisted in the United States Navy and was assigned to the USS Mississinua. For that first year, he spent the majority of his time helping with the ship's upkeep and repairs. However, George's mental instability continued to be a huge problem for him. In November 1975, though we don't know exactly what he did, he was ordered to go before a commanding officer's non-judicial proceeding.

Now, whatever it was clearly wasn't serious enough for him to get into any big trouble. Non-judicial proceedings usually deal with minor things like slacking off, insubordination, drunken fights, or even poor hygiene. So, it could have been anything. But the following year, in May of 1976, George did get transferred to USS Dixie. However, it soon became clear to his superiors that George wasn't really cut out for the Navy.

According to the book titled "Anatomy of a Massacre", George was given a review in early 1977, and at the bottom of his record it stated: "Not recommended for re-enlistment."

In February of 1977, George officially left the Navy at 20 years old, but a few months later, he went back out to sea with the Military Sealift Command, a government organization that supplies ships for the military. Nine months after working there, George transferred to the United States Merchant Marines, which allows everyday sailors to help work on the ships. But once again, George was struggling to find his place there, and throughout his life, marijuana was something that seemed to bring him comfort.

On October 25th, 1981, George was pulled over near the Rio Grande border checkpoint and he was arrested for marijuana possession. He didn't get into any major legal trouble, but it's clear that he was pretty mentally unstable around this time, because just a few weeks after his arrest, his coworkers on the ship noticed a change in him. One of the port agents, Isaiah Ike R. Williams said, "He was very loud and he appeared to be combative at times. He would come in with a very cold look and be very argumentative, loud.

boisterous, sometimes cursing and swearing. But it only seemed to get worse from here. On May 20th, 1982, George was involved in a racially charged argument with an African-American crew member. According to reports, George assaulted the man and also refused to take a lawful command from the captain of the ship, which was a deal breaker for them. Following this incident, George was suspended for six months, then placed on probation for an entire year. So as you can see,

George had a hard time getting along with people wherever he went. Throughout the years, his coworkers would try to befriend him, asking him questions about his family and background, but George refused to let anyone get close to him.

At work, he had a reputation of being a hard worker, but after getting into that heated racial argument, no one wanted to work with him anymore. Many of his coworkers felt like they were walking on eggshells around him, as if at any moment, George would snap, which is what a lot of people said about him throughout his life, even his old roommate.

a man named James Dunlap. James would later say that when George would come home from work, he would just smoke marijuana all day and angrily play the drums for hours on end. Here is James describing the kind of person George was. He had a very explosive temper and very violent temper. He'd throw things when he'd get mad, put his fist through a wall if he got mad, hit things, knock things over.

Now luckily for George, he was making good money at his job, despite him not getting along with people. In fact, he earned about $5,000 a month.

So with that money, he lived pretty lavishly. He bought himself a 1987 blue Ford Ranger, he bought his mother a Cadillac, and when he wasn't working, George spent a lot of time traveling overseas. It's been reported that he specifically liked to travel to the Philippines and Thailand,

and he would go there to hire sex workers. His acquaintances would later say, "It was because he could do what he liked with them. No questions, no judgment, no protests, no blonde hair." And he always returned home with trinkets from his travels and dozens of rolls of film.

It was also known that George loved to stay in San Pedro at this specific hotel called Hotel Cabrillo, and he would always request to stay in room 223, a room that overlooked this trash-filled alleyway. But while staying in this hotel, George took an interest in one of the maids named Raquel Birch. Raquel would later say that George was a regular there. Sometimes he would just stay for one night,

and other times he would stay for weeks on end. Raquel said that George was a strange man, and it was clear that he had a hard time speaking to women. But any time she would come clean his room, he would just intently stare at her. At one point, Raquel asked if he had a girlfriend, and he told her he didn't. She then asked if he liked Mexican girls, and he replied, quote,

"You're nice. I like Mexican girls. I don't like American girls. They play with your feelings." End quote. Now, George Henard was considered to be conventionally attractive. He was 6'1", 185 pounds, athletic, and he had thick black hair. Women were no doubt attracted to him, but there was also something off about him. There was something about his eyes. After starting a conversation with George,

women couldn't help but notice that his eyes were dark and distant. Almost like when he looked at you, he was looking right through you. It was intense and unsettling. He was also said to be quiet, but not in a peaceful way. It was more of an uncomfortable, heavy quiet that left people feeling uneasy. Raquel Birch recalled this about him too. At any time she was around him,

She would remember what her mother told her: "Be careful of the quiet ones, because they are the worst." Many people who crossed paths with George all described him the same way: dark, distant, quiet, but also explosive and angry. Character traits that seemed to follow him throughout his life. But the mid-80s were a particularly hard time for George, especially because his family was falling apart.

Now, shortly after he had moved out of his parents' home to pursue his career, his family had moved from New Mexico to Killeen, Texas. Dr. Hennard had been transferred to Fort Hood in Killeen as the commanding officer at Darnell Army Community Hospital, and upon learning that they were moving to Texas, they purchased a large home in nearby Belton. It was a massive five-bedroom brick colonial home that had been built in the 1940s, and everyone in the area called it "The Mansion."

the hannards new house really stuck out in the neighborhood as all the other houses were smaller and more modest but not theirs their mansion was beautiful both inside and out the interior was decorated in expensive ornate queen anne furnishings and as always dr hannard maintained his sense of order with every single item being in its designated space and everything at all times was spotless from the

From the outside looking in, the Hennards looked like your all-American family. The father was a doctor, they had a huge home, money, and the respect of their community. But soon enough, this facade would all come crashing down. As it turned out, Dr. Hennard had an affinity for younger women. And in 1983, he and his wife would officially divorce.

In addition to this, he was also involved in a pretty big scandal. You see, his partner at the medical facility was named Dr. Gary Hassman, and he was sent to prison for selling cocaine, and he had been involved in a wrongful death lawsuit where a person had been given blood tainted with AIDS. So following this, Dr. Hennard had to go before a review board where his entire career was questioned.

It was also discovered that he had allowed unlicensed personnel to work at the clinic. So things weren't looking good for him. At the end of everything, Dr. Hennard was put on probation for five years, which really hurt his practice. So as you can see, this was not an easy time for the Hennard family. George was having to deal with the fact that his parents were divorced and that his dad's career was falling apart. But despite everything, he kept his head down and stayed focused on work.

In May of 1989, George got a promotion and he started working on a ship called the Green Wave. His promotion would allow him to supervise the deck crew

and make sure that everyone worked to meet his standards. But it seems as if George got a bit too confident in his role. In fact, one night while working on the ship, he pulled out a baggie of marijuana and rolled a joint in front of some crew members. They would later say that he was boasting about how he had smuggled drugs onto the ship

and how he would never get caught. But that wouldn't be the case because on the morning of May 11th, the ship's captain marched into the cabin and began searching through his things. And in one of George's shoes, they found the baggie of marijuana. Apparently, one of the sailors had told on George

From here, the Coast Guard was notified and they brought George in for an interrogation. However, he refused to answer any of their questions about where it came from, who it belonged to, or why it was on the ship. In the end, George's papers were confiscated and he was forced to enter a drug treatment program in Houston, Texas on July 14th, 1989.

And apparently, once he was released, George and his father Dr. Henard got into this huge falling out. Dr. Henard believed that his son was schizophrenic with a split personality disorder. However, George didn't seem to like this label. And from that moment on, his relationship with his father was strained.

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On August 3rd, George was scheduled for a hearing with the administrative law judge Thomas McElligot for two charges: misconduct for narcotic possession on board ship and use of dangerous drugs. Under the advice of his lawyer, David McCormick, George admitted to this wrongdoing and told the judge that he had a serious marijuana addiction that dated back to his adolescence in New Mexico. He stated that the only time he didn't want to use drugs was when he was out to sea and that being caught with it on the green wave was a "blessing in disguise."

George said that when he was caught, it was at that moment that he realized he had a serious problem. He said, "I could continue using drugs or continue sailing. It's either/or. I'd be of more use out there working on those ships than here beached with other thing to do. I'm willing to do anything if I can continue to sail." Two and a half months later, Judge McElligot officially ruled on the matter and decided that George Joe Henard would never sail again. His certificates, licenses, and the documents for sailing would all be revoked.

However, George would not go to jail or pay a fine and the indictment would never go on any permanent criminal record. And ultimately, the case would be sealed forever. But those who knew George personally would later say that this decision was the beginning of his downfall.

Following this, in 1989, George moved to a small apartment in Austin, Texas. And with no money coming in, he was forced to work odd jobs. He tried working as a steam cleaner and a carpenter, but these new careers were always short-lived. It was difficult for him to go to work.

to stay motivated. And soon enough, he started draining his savings account. George was extremely depressed during this time. Working out at sea was the one thing he was good at.

It was his whole identity and now it was gone. Eventually he answered an ad in the newspaper for a local band who needed a drummer. So one afternoon he met up with them at a rehearsal studio called The Crow's Nest. Now the keyboardist Frank Laszlo would later say that George wouldn't have been their first pick but they were desperate for a drummer so they hired him on. But almost a

Immediately, they too noticed that something was off with him. George would often sit by himself, refusing to interact with anyone. And they said that he was especially weird around females. However, they did take note that George often frequented a massage parlor

on I-35, and they suspect that he was going there to receive sexual favors. It's been said by many people who knew George that he often hired sex workers, so it's safe to say that that's what he was doing here. But interestingly, George opened up to his band members about how he had placed a personal ad in the Austin Chronicle, hoping to find a female companion.

He was disappointed that only one girl had responded to it and she was white.

George was an into white women. Now his bandmates would later say that George was strange. He could be aggressive and was constantly complaining about everything. He liked to talk badly about the people in their community, calling everyone hicks. They also said that he was paranoid at times. On some days, George would come in and talk to his bandmates about how people in town were spying on him.

and preventing him from getting a job. And he made it clear that he would one day be a sailor again. He told his bandmates that despite the judge's ruling, he was going to appeal it. And soon enough, George truly thought that it was only a matter of time until he was back out at sea for work.

George's bandmates said that he was sort of a true crime enthusiast. He would often sit in his apartment smoking weed, watching shows like America's Most Wanted and Unsolved Mysteries for hours on end. They also said that when he found a song he liked, he would play it non-stop. One in particular that George would listen to on repeat was the 1976 hit by Steely Dan called "Don't Take Me Alive."

The lyrics were dark. They described the story of a fugitive who had been caught in a standoff with law enforcement. The protagonist of the song refuses to surrender and even threatens to use dynamite if anyone tries to capture him. Now, this song was very popular at the time and when George discovered it, he immediately wanted to play it for his band. The keyboardist, Frank Laszlo, said that George rushed over to his place and played the song five times in a row. And although Frank did like the beat, he didn't understand why George was so obsessed with it.

In hindsight, it seems as if the lyrics may have resonated with him.

Another odd encounter was when the two men were driving in George's Ford Ranger. On the radio was a broadcast about the serial killer Ted Bundy. Frank would later say that he made a comment about how many women Ted Bundy had murdered, and George surprisingly came to Bundy's defense. He told Frank that he shouldn't be quick to judge someone, and that maybe Ted had a good reason for why he murdered people.

Now at first, Frank thought he was joking. Surely no one would actually think that. But George was dead serious. He truly sympathized with serial killer Ted Bundy. Frank said that he was appalled. And not long after this, George would leave their band for good. Because in 1990, George's brother-in-law, James Schellenbarger,

would offer him a job opportunity doing construction in South Dakota. James knew that George had fallen on hard times and he wanted to help him out, so he offered him the job. And with nothing else going for him, George decided to take it.

The construction project was scheduled to run through the entire summer of 1990, but as soon as George arrived in South Dakota, he immediately started having problems with people. He was the kind of employee who complained any chance he could, and sometimes he would just flat out refuse to work.

But since he was family, his brother-in-law James, who got him the job, said that no one on the site liked him. But since he was family, he was constantly making excuses for George. But by the end of August 1990, James too had had enough of him. Apparently, James had asked George if he could start the cleanup at one of their sites, and George refused to do it. They then got into an argument, where George told his brother-in-law to fuck off. And before they knew it, the two were physically fighting each other in front of the entire construction crew.

Following this, George got into his car and drove all the way from South Dakota to his mother's house in Henderson, Nevada. When George showed up at his mom's doorstep, she welcomed him with open arms. Gianna always loved her children, and more than anything, she wanted them to be happy. And in her opinion, George just needed a woman in his life.

So she actually set him up with one of her coworkers at a nail salon. Her name was Judy Lapeer, and she was excited to get to know George. The two would go on a few dates, but in the beginning, she didn't think they were a great fit.

Judy would later say that George was kind of awkward and she could tell that he wasn't very confident around women, but she decided to give him another chance. Eventually, to her surprise, he actually started to loosen up, maybe a little too much. Judy said that when George drank, he became a completely different person. The alcohol made him a bit aggressive. At one point during a date,

The topic of marriage came up and George asked Judy how many times she had been married and she was honest. She told him she had been married twice before but that they just didn't work out. But as she's saying all of this, George is just kind of staring blankly ahead. He then broke his silence by saying, "I think I'm gonna marry this young woman in Belton, Texas."

I've never met her, but she lives down the street from my dad's house." Upon hearing this, Judy was shocked. She and George had been on several dates now, and here he is talking about marrying this woman in Texas that he's never even met. On another occasion, Judy recalled that while they were playing pool, George told her that the police had been following him and preventing him from getting a job.

So naturally, Judy asked why he thought that and he gave her a really bizarre story. George said that while he was living in Texas, he rented this house on the lake

and the neighborhood kids would sometimes come over and watch him play the drums. But he said that eventually the police got involved because they thought he was sexually abusing the children. Now in our research, I wasn't able to confirm if that story was true, but it seemed strange that George would make it up.

And these weren't the only red flags that Judy noticed. Throughout her time with George, she also got to see the way he treated his mother, Gianna. According to Judy, he would often scream in his mother's face, calling her a bitch. The violent outburst came out of nowhere. Eventually, George's behavior was too much for Judy, and she decided to call things off.

According to George's family, he was also known to ruin just about every holiday. During Christmas of 1990, George's half-sister Carla had gotten him a pair of sunglasses for his Christmas present, and upon opening it, he looked at her and said, "I don't like these." Taken aback by his comment, Carla said that she could take them back and exchange them for another pair. But for whatever reason, this made George angry. He started raising his voice at her saying, "Why would you even buy me sunglasses in the first place?"

From here, George's mom stepped in and reprimanded him for being so rude. And in response, George got into his truck and peeled out of the parking lot. He decided at that moment that he was going to spend Christmas at his dad's mansion instead. At that point, he and Dr. Henard still had a strained relationship, but at least he didn't have to be around for his mom and half-sister anymore.

Now, the mansion in Belton, Texas had been in their family for years, but Dr. Henard was waiting to sell it. After his messy divorce with Gianna, it was too expensive to hold onto. So, George actually offered to help clean up the property before they put it up for sale.

For months, George worked tirelessly cleaning things up around the property. And when he wasn't working on the house, he was often seen shirtless washing his blue Ford Ranger in the front yard. The postman in the neighborhood, George Rakowitz stated, "He was a workaholic. He was always doing something." And perhaps George worked hard to maintain the property because he had other pressing things on his mind.

On February 6th, 1991, he had received word from his attorney that despite his appeals, the court stuck by their ruling in his 1989 case involving that marijuana he smuggled aboard the ship. Meanwhile, George would never officially step foot on another sailing vessel again. George was incredibly depressed to hear this news. He truly believed he could fight this and would one day get to do what he loved again. But that dream was over for him.

to George. This news was just confirmation that he was being spied on and that someone out there was preventing him from success. He was growing more and more paranoid and he wanted to be able to protect himself just in case these people ever tried to come for him. And then just 12 days later,

George saw an advertisement for a gun store in Henderson, Nevada. It was called Mike's Gun House. Now, Mike's Gun House wasn't your typical gun shop. In fact, the owner, Mike Donahue, sold all of his guns right out of his house that he shared with his family. But on this day,

George walked right in and told Mike that he wanted to purchase a firearm. However, he wasn't exactly sure what kind he wanted. So Mike gave him a recommendation and he pulled out a Glock 17, a nine millimeter pistol that is considered safe, easy, and quick. The magazine held 17 rounds.

18 if one is already loaded in the chamber. And with that, George was sold. All he had to do was hand over $420 cash, his Nevada driver's license, and fill out some paperwork. Interestingly,

One of the questions he was asked on the paperwork was whether or not he was addicted to marijuana, depressants, stimulants, or any other controlled substances. George happily checked no, but obviously that was a lie. Now on paper, George Hinnard had a clean record. The one criminal case against him was sealed.

so he was able to easily purchase the gun that day. However, the owner of the shop, Mike Donahue, would later say that he felt like something was off with George, though he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was. And to his surprise, just a few weeks later, George would come back to his store to purchase another gun.

This time, a stainless steel Ruger P89. Now this gun wasn't as powerful as the Glock, but George liked that it too could hold a lot of bullets in his chamber. Something about not having to reload the gun fascinated him. So that day, he hand over $345 for the second pistol. He now had both of the guns that he would later use in the Luby's mass shooting.

A few months later, on June 1st, 1991, George loaded up his blue Ford Ranger with his drum set, a loaded Glock 17, a loaded Ruger P89, and a case of Miller Hi-Life. From there, he drove down to the Lake Mead recreational area outside of Henderson, Nevada. His motivation for this trip was simply to get away and let his frustrations out.

Once he arrived, he set up his drum set and began to play for an invisible crowd. Then, when he was finished, he set up his beer cans and practiced shooting them with his new guns. He wanted to feel the weapons out, to see how it felt to shoot them.

He was pleasantly surprised at how easy it felt, how quickly the bullets came out. It was everything he wanted. At 7:30 PM, George returned to his pickup truck on the shoulder of Hemingway Access Road and casually drank his beer on the side of the road. Eventually, he drank so much that he drunkenly passed out in the driver's seat.

Soon after, a park ranger named Charles Luttrell saw him slouched over at the wheel and he approached his vehicle. Now, when George saw him at his driver's side window, he sobered up real quick and rolled down his window. Charles then asked George if he had been drinking, to which George said, "I can't say."

From there, he was given a field sobriety test, which he ultimately failed. In addition to that, the officer also found his two loaded guns in the vehicle. So with that, George was taken to the Las Vegas detention center. Along the drive to jail, George continued to mumble odd things in the backseat, including a comment that someone was out to get him. Officer Luttrell asked him to repeat himself, and George stated, "I think they're out to get me. Females. White women. They're out to get me.

That's a conspiracy. The officer likely played it off as some drunk rambling in the backseat, and from there, George was booked into the detention center. Luckily for him, his mom was able to post his bond, as well as retrieve his truck and his two guns.

Now, George's hearing for this incident was scheduled for July 8th, 1991, but George decided that he was going to be proactive. On June 5th, George arrived at the FBI Federal Office Building on Charleston Boulevard in Las Vegas. He was there to file a civil rights complaint. Soon after, he sat down with an agent to go over this complaint, and according to them,

He just started rambling on and on about his entire life story, being raised in a military family that moved around a lot, growing up in New Mexico, being honorably discharged from the Navy, so on and so on. Eventually, the rambling went on for so long, the agent had to stop him mid-sentence and asked what the nature of his complaint was.

George shifted in his seat and he thought for a moment before bluntly stating, "My civil rights have been violated by a secret group of white women. They've gotten together to form a nationwide conspiracy against me. They are preventing me from dating other women." The agent was intrigued to hear this bizarre claim.

And George continued, saying, quote, They spread stories. They tell girls I have a bad attitude about women, that they shouldn't date me. These white women have followed me around the country. They spy on me and tap my phone. I can't get work because they call my employers and say negative things about me, end quote. The agent could clearly tell that George was paranoid, but it was his duty to hear him out.

So he asks him, "Have you ever actually seen any of these women following you?" To which George said, "Yes. They stand in front of my car when I try to drive." George also admitted that the conspiracy to ruin his life was new and that he hadn't always had problems with women, saying, quote, "In fact,

When I was overseas, I had no trouble with girls there. You know, Hispanics. Nice girls. Pretty girls. They weren't stuck up. We'd get along great.

So the agent asked if he had any names of the women that were following him and George said no. He also asked if George had a list of businesses where he had applied for work. The agent said that he was going to call these businesses to see if there were indeed women targeting him. But of course, George could not remember any of them. So with no solid evidence into George's claims,

the agent bluntly told him that there was not enough evidence to prove that his civil rights had been violated. Defeated, George Henard walked out of the office and it should come as no surprise that George was clearly struggling with some sort of mental health issues. Perhaps the agent that day noticed this, perhaps he didn't, but in hindsight,

George was desperately needing help, and he was needing surveillance, because soon enough, everyone in America was about to know his name. However, today, he was just the strange, paranoid man who thought women were out to get him.

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Anyways, you should definitely give it a listen. It's called The Conspiracy Files. The links are in the description of this show and you can find it on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts. And now let's get back to our story. Unbeknownst to everyone, George was also a stalker. Remember how he had told Judy, that girlfriend of his, that he wanted to marry that girl from Texas that he had never even met?

Well, for the past few years, he had been spying on his neighbors in Belton: Jane Bug and her two daughters, 19-year-old Jana Jernigan and 23-year-old Jill Fritz. For whatever reason, George had been fixated on the two daughters for years, and every time he came back to Belton on leave, he would watch them obsessively, tracking their routes.

In his own twisted mind, George believed that the girls belonged to him. Interestingly, both Jill and Jana fit the very description of the white women that he hated: blonde, blue-eyed, and American. And eventually, he decided to write the girls a letter. In his mind, the letter could put an end to these white women conspiring against him.

So that day, George sat down and wrote a five-page letter. And when he was finished, he mailed it to Jane Bug, the mother of the two girls in his neighborhood. However, he accidentally wrote down the wrong address and the letter ended up in the mailbox of Jane's neighbor,

The Weatherfords. On the day in question, the Weatherfords opened up this strange letter and began to read it. Now, interestingly, George had forgotten the name of Jane's two daughters, Jana and Jill. And in the letter, he mistakenly referred to them as Robin and Stacy. Coincidentally, the Weatherfords had a teenage daughter named Stacy spelled just like George had written it. But here is what the letter said.

Dear Stacy and Robin, Surprise, surprise! Can you guess who this is writing to you? Well, just take a look at the enclosed pictures to help you figure it out. They are for you and your sister. Robin? I never did learn her name for sure. Believe it or not, to this day, 6/6/91, not one single person has ever come forward and volunteered one bit of information that would help me lead to your capture. One day before I left Texas to return to Las Vegas and all of its hassles,

I saw it in the temple telegram, your picture and impressive accomplishments. Is your sister of the same caliber? I hope so. The thing that immediately came to my mind was that you're a senior in high school. I then realized that the mystery of what the problem was had been or was finally solved after three and a half years. Think back now, Stacey, to January 31st, 1988, the night that Neil Part, my main man, and Rush played down in Austin.

I remember seeing two young girls and their mother pass by me twice in a little tan compact car. "Well, what's going on here?" I thought to myself. "Oh my god! I was looking at two sisters, was it? Only and just 15 to 17 years old at the time? I can promise you, I had no idea of your young ages and the fact that I had just stepped into a 'legal twilight zone.' My goodness, I must admit being truly flattered knowing I have two teenage groupie fans. But unfortunately, Mommy Deer had strong reservations about me.

Maybe your mother saw me as the wolf in sheep's clothing. Was she afraid I would act irresponsibly with her two precious little gems and then run and hide? Your mother made a miscalculation in her evaluation of me. There was no place to run and hide then or now. I worked and sailed on ships for 14 years. When there was a problem, conflict, or crisis, no place to hide from it on a ship. We all just tried to correct it or sit and ride it out.

You think Stacey, someday sooner than later, you, me, and your gorgeous sister could meet up somewhere, sit down, and have a long talk? Would there be any harm in that? Let's face it, we owe it to ourselves to at least get acquainted, and the three of us find out who and what we are. Believe me, make communication very easy.

The hard part may come afterwards. You are both different and talented. That's why you caught my interest and still hold it regardless of what went down during the past three and a half years. No doubt your father may be annoyed and angered the way I screamed at him the last night in Belton. That's fine with me. I don't like his tactics. I never at any time told him he could not 1. Knock on my front door to talk and get acquainted. 2. Send me an invitation through the mail inviting me to pay you and your family a visit. 3. Call me on the telephone and say, let's have a talk.

Enough is enough now. His routine method leads nowhere. It was a dead end from day one. Excuse me, but both your parents are so evasive and nebulous about what their intentions are that I got disgusted and focused on one person.

Your sister. Didn't do a bit of good though. Okay, so now what do you and your family want to do? The question begs itself. Did you and your sister find yourselves new flames yet? Do you think the three of us can get together someday? Please give me the satisfaction of someday laughing in the face of all those mostly white, treacherous female vipers from those two towns who tried to destroy me and my family. It was very ironic about Belton, Texas.

I found the best and worst women there. You and Sister on the one side, and then the abundance of evil women that make up the worst on the other side.

I would like to personally remind all those vipers that I have civil rights too. Just because I did hire an attorney to enforce my civil rights does not mean that they have carte blanche to do whatever they want in violation of these rights. I will no matter what prevail over the female vipers in those two rinky dink towns in Texas. I will prevail on the bitter end. In conclusion, I ask you, do not disclose the contents of this letter to anyone other than immediate family members. It is

It is no one else's business, but ours anyways. I hope that you and Robin will write soon to acknowledge receipt of this letter. Now it's your turn to respond. Remember from this day on, no more talk of rejection, slander, deceit, etc, etc. The truth is now in writing. Peace, sisters. Love you both. George, your fan. P.S. How about sending me your nice pictures? Ha ha ha ha ha.

So as you can see, George Henard was clearly not doing very well. Not only did that letter not make any sense, but it just kind of rambled on and on. Then after writing it, he truly thought it would be a good idea to send it to these young girls. Now on the back of the letter, George stated that he could be located at his mother's apartment in Henderson, Nevada. And he provided the address and phone number. And then for weeks,

He waited by the phone and checked his mailbox daily, waiting for their reply. However, it obviously never came. George was frustrated. He even thought about calling their home. But before he did, he double-checked the address he sent the letter to. And that's when he realized he got their address wrong. Upon seeing this, George was relieved. It's not that the girls were ignoring his advances. They just never got his letter

So from here, he decides to just pick up the phone and place a call to Jane Buck, the girl's mom. However, no one answered so he left a voicemail. Later that day, 19-year-old Jana was the first one home as her mom was still at work. And like clockwork, she walked inside, put her stuff down, and hit the play button on the answering machine. Soon enough,

She heard the voice of a man that she didn't recognize. I know you're going to think that this is funny, but there's been a terrible mistake. Just an awful mix-up. There was a letter that was mailed to your next-door neighbors by mistake. We've got to set this right. This is a mess. Just a terrible mess. A mess!

Upon hearing the message, Jana was immediately frightened. Something about the way he spoke sounded so frantic and unstable, so she immediately called her mom's office to let her know about the strange voicemail. At first, her mother Jane believed that it had to have been the wrong number. She tried reassuring her daughter that it was probably a misunderstanding.

But Janice sounded scared, so much so, Jane decided to come home immediately and hear the voicemail for herself. And when they did,

Both Jana and Jane made their way over to their neighbor's house to see if they had gotten that strange letter that the man was talking about. And sure enough, they had. Ultimately, the letter was given to Jane and she went home to read every page. And when she got to the end of it, she was terrified. The writings were very scattered, but it was clear that whoever wrote it was extremely unstable. And not only was this man sending them mail,

but now he's leaving voicemails on their answering machines. This was every mother's worst nightmare. Jane also studied the picture that the man had included in the letter, and she immediately recognized him as the man who would work in the yard at the mansion down the street.

After coming to this realization, Jane was now shaking with anger. This wasn't some weirdo in town. He was their neighbor, a neighbor that they had never even spoken to. Jane also said that they never attended that Rush concert in 1988, like he said in his letter, which was even more scary. He was clearly creating these stories in his head that were entirely false.

So immediately, Jane decided to call the phone number that was listed on the last page of the letter. If George wanted a response out of this, then by God, he was going to get one. After a few rings, George quickly answered the phone. And as soon as he did,

Jane started screaming. She scolded him for writing this letter to her daughters and told him to never contact them again. "Don't call them, don't look at them, don't write to them," she said. She continued by saying that he needed help and that if he contacted them again, she would get the police involved. Surprisingly, George was extremely apologetic.

and he promised to leave them alone. He even asked for forgiveness, but with that, Jane hung up the phone. Following this call, George was getting increasingly upset. This is not how this was supposed to go, but with nowhere to direct his anger, he decided to call the Weatherfords, who he accidentally sent the letter to. Upon answering, George screamed at them, it's your fault, the letter, you did it.

"You poison their minds about me," he said. After this phone call, the Weatherfords immediately went next door to tell Jane about what happened. And it's here.

where Jane decided to go to the police. She ended up meeting with chief of detectives, Captain Cecil Cosper. But believe it or not, when Captain Cosper read the letter, he didn't think it was very alarming. He told Jane that, "It's just a guy that has a crush on your daughters. Just stay away from him."

He said, "Jane left the police station that day feeling defeated. She knew within her heart that this man was dangerous, but apparently the police didn't agree and nothing ever came from this incident.

The one thing that brought them comfort was that George was staying in Henderson, Nevada, far away from Jane and her daughters. But to her dismay, George would soon make his way back to his father's mansion, fixing things up before the house was due to hit the market that August. For weeks, Jane felt on edge, seeing George out in the driveway as if nothing happened. But unfortunately, there was nothing she could do.

Now, once George made the trip to Texas, he continued writing in his journal about Jane and her two daughters. But he often used code words when he talked about them, calling them the family of snakes and rats. He also wrote about the town of Belton itself, saying, And they shall live with what they have created, curse on Belton. And, The Belton Police Department is the most worthless bunch of bastards I ever saw.

Downstairs in the TV room, George kept a shrine of his favorite videos: Military and War History, The Vietnam Conflict, and one videocassette titled Murder in the USA.

He also recorded segments of Unsolved Mysteries, Rescue 911, and an infamous horror film called Faces of Death, which showed people dying in gruesome ways. George also had specifically recorded segments on serial killers including Henry Lee Lucas and James Oliver Huberty. Interestingly, James Oliver Huberty had committed one of the worst mass shootings in history when he shot up a McDonald's restaurant and killed 21 people in San Isidro, California in 1984.

We actually covered that story in episode 50 of our podcast. But the fact that he was interested in that story when he too would one day shoot up a restaurant is eerie to say the least. Clearly, George was a ticking time bomb, and the only person who seemed to know this was Jane Bug down the street. Following the incident with George, she often thought about his ominous threats, how his letter said, "I will prevail in the bitter end."

Jane believed that George meant harm, either to her or her girls or someone else. But luckily for her, she was finally able to feel a sense of peace in July of 1991.

That week, George had left the mansion to go on vacation in Panama. So, for the time being, Jane and her girls didn't have to worry about seeing him around their neighborhood. Now, remember George's brother-in-law, James, that got him that construction job in South Dakota? Well, by this point, the two had mended their relationship. Then after George's vacation, James picked him up from the airport. And like anyone would, once George got into the car, James asked, "How was your trip?"

But George did not seem happy. He told James that his Panama trip had been completely ruined because the police were tailing him the entire time. Now, James knew of George's past, so he asked him, "Were they following you because you were doing drugs or something?" But George said no. All he knew was that the police were following him and that his phone lines had been tapped. Which clearly wasn't the case. George was falling deeper and deeper into paranoia and mental health struggles.

But soon after this, he would return back to the mansion in Belton, Texas, and he was devastated to see that there was a for sale sign in the front yard. Now, George had been working on the home for a while now, getting it ready to sell.

But seeing the sign in the yard made it all the more real. For George, the mansion was his home and he was angry at his father for wanting to sell it. So it was at this moment when he decided that he was going to do everything in his power to stop it from selling. His dad's realtor, Susan Washburn,

eventually started showing the home and George would go out of his way to sabotage her showings. In one instance, he took a key from her so that she couldn't get inside. But even more alarming was the time that he cornered her inside the home. George began interrogating Susan about how many women she was letting into the house. He clearly had a lot of paranoia surrounding females. From that moment on,

George would intimidate potential buyers by either following them around the house during the showing or he would just stand outside of the windows and stare at them. He also wouldn't let anyone inside of his bedroom because he said he had self-defense weapons. George's behavior was alarming and fortunately for him, no one placed any offers on the mansion that summer.

By September of 1991, George was still living at the mansion, which was a nightmare for Jane Bug and her two daughters living down the street. The oldest daughter, Jana, had been taking classes at Mary Harden Baylor, and every evening when she would drive by the mansion on her way home, she felt a huge wave of fear wash over her. The mansion was always dark, and George's blue Ford Ranger was always parked right out front.

letting them know that he was still around. But on this day, when Jana drove by, George seemed to have been watching because soon enough, she saw the headlights to his truck flashing in her direction. Jana immediately felt her heart beating fast. Was he giving her a warning? She quickly made her way home

convincing herself that it was just a coincidence. But the following day, on her way home from her classes, it happened again. Like clockwork, as she drove by the mansion, the headlights to George's truck flashed in her direction. Horrifically, this became a pattern over the next few weeks. George seemed to have studied Jana's schedule, and every day he would send her this ominous signal on her way home.

Sadly, his behavior would only get worse from here. After a few weeks of flashing his headlights at Jana, George began running to the end of his driveway when he saw her car coming down the street. And as she drove past, he would just stand there, frantically waving at her. Jane, Jana, and Jill felt incredibly safe in their own neighborhood. This road...

The very road where they grew up and built their lives now felt hostile. But without the help of the Belton Police Department, Jane and her two daughters had no choice but to remain prisoners in their own home. Now, due to George's military background and training, he maintained a strict discipline schedule. Every morning at 5:30 a.m., he would ride his bike down to the Leon Heights convenience store that was owned by the Meade family.

And once there, he would always buy the same thing: an orange juice, sausage biscuit, donuts, and a newspaper. But George didn't just do his business and then come home. Like his neighbors, many locals hated to see him coming down the road. It was common for George to start arguments with women in town. He would yell obscenities at women for absolutely no reason at all. Sometimes he would even spin on their cars.

One morning, when he arrived at the convenience store, this lady was in front of him writing out a check, and he physically pushed her out of the way, slammed his soda down on the counter, and demanded to be checked out. Now, the owner of this store was an elderly woman named Mary Mead, and she would later recall just how horrible George's behavior was, saying, "He didn't apologize or say excuse me or nothing. He just pushed her out of the way, paid his bill, and left."

He acted like he hated everybody. Mary was at a loss on how to handle this unruly customer. She knew she had the right to refuse him service, but she was scared of what he might do. One morning, he even threatened her saying, "This town had better stop messing with me and my family or something terrible is gonna happen." Little did anyone know, George would soon make do on this promise. - Back at the mansion, George started becoming even more unhinged when little kids would ride their bikes past his house.

He would throw rocks at them. Sometimes, he would even chase them down the street, spraying them with his garden hose. George's brother-in-law, James, would later say that he would sometimes yell out crude remarks to the young girls that walked by. Now, we don't know exactly what he was saying to these young girls, but it was bad enough that his brother-in-law called him a pervert. By October of 1991,

George Henard was more paranoid than ever. He was fully convinced that everyone was spying on him, even his own family members. And it was around this time when George confided in his brother-in-law that he wanted to take his own life. But James was quick to tell him not to. He jokingly told him that he had to stay alive to keep aggravating people.

On October 15th, George celebrated his 35th birthday, but there was really nothing to celebrate. He had no career, no aspirations, no wife, no children, and George felt like a complete failure. To make himself feel better, he read an inscription he had written on a desk calendar that said, "'I am not an animal, nor am I a number. I am a human being with feelings and emotions.'"

He also decided to treat himself to dinner that night at a local restaurant called Frank's The Nomad Turnaround Snacks. He ordered a burger and fries and sat at a circular table near the snack bar. That evening, he casually ate his meal and watched the news where he saw Professor Anita Hill speaking out about a sexual harassment claim against Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas. Angrily, George threw his half-eaten hamburger at the television and screamed.

The manager of the restaurant, Bill Stringer, heard the commotion out in the dining room and told George that that kind of language was not permitted. George nodded and eventually went back home. But it's around this time when Bell County was gearing up for a big celebration called Bosses Day, where employees get together to celebrate their bosses who have treated them well. In fact...

Luby's Cafeteria in Colleen, Texas had been advertising for the event all week, inviting people to come dine with them on the joyous occasion. Which brings us to Wednesday, October 16th, 1991.

That morning at 5:30 AM, George rode his bike to the Leon Heights convenience store like he did every morning. And from there, he casually browsed the aisles and grabbed his usual, one orange juice, a box of donuts, a sausage biscuit, and a newspaper.

However, for whatever reason, he also decided to grab a candy bar, likely because he knew it would be his last day on earth. The owner, Mary Mead, was at the register when George walked up with his items. She grabbed each one and rang it up, anxiously waiting for him to make an off-the-wall comment, like he always did. But luckily for her, George was actually in a good mood. She told him his total,

$3.37. But when George reached into his pockets, he started laughing. He told Mary that he forgot to bring his money with him. He then asked if he could take the items back home and that later that afternoon he would come back to pay her. Now Mary didn't like the guy, so normally she would have said no. But considering George was in a good mood today, she agreed to his request.

And from there, he jumped on his bicycle with his food and rode back to the mansion. As Mary watched him, she thought about how strange it was that George Henard, the man who was always so hostile, was walking around with a pip in his step.

What was he so happy about? Well, the community of Killeen, Texas was about to find out. Once back at the mansion, George sat down at his desk and began writing a letter to his sister, Desiree. It read the following,

Desiree, enclose this $100 to cover the water and electric bill. Do not pay the phone bill. I am responsible for it. Southwestern Bell violated my privacy rights. Therefore, they don't get paid. Don't let the people in this rotten town get to you like they've done to me. Take care of yourself and be strong. Love you, Brother Jojo.

In this letter, George wrote about not paying the phone company because he believed that they had been tapping his phone, yet another sign of his extreme paranoia. George Joe Henner truly believed that everyone was out to get him, and the reason he was so happy today was because he was going to put a stop to that once and for all. After writing this letter, George put on a white t-shirt that read, Ford. The

the heartbreak of today's Chevrolet. It was an ode to his precious blue Ford Ranger, which he was about to use in the attack. George then put on a pair of stonewashed jeans and a turquoise button-up shirt

adorned with colorful flowers. He then fastened a leather belt around his waist, put a watch around his wrist, and then stuffed four preloaded 9mm magazines of ammunition into his pockets. With his Glock 17 and Ruger P89 fully loaded, George had a total of nearly 100 rounds of ammunition at his disposal. He was fully ready for what was to come. And with that,

At 11:50 a.m., he walked out of the mansion and got into his truck

for the very last time. The town of Killeen, Texas was only about 17 miles away from his home, and he had a very specific plan on where he was going: the Luby's Cafeteria. He was set to arrive there at 12:30 PM, just in time for lunch hour. On the way over, he put on his Wayfarer-style sunglasses and lit a Bristol cigarette. And as soon as he saw the Luby's Cafeteria up ahead, he gripped both of his guns, one in each hand.

George Hennard was meticulously prepared for the grand finale of his life, and soon enough, he would commit one of the worst mass shootings in our country's history. So, join us next week as we walk you through exactly what happened during the infamous 1991 Luby's Massacre.

Hey everybody, it's Colin here. Thank you for listening to this week's episode of Murder in America. As always, this has been a story that Courtney and I have wanted to cover for years, so we are so glad to be covering this story. These are crimes that we still need to continue to talk about, not only to memorialize victims, but to keep spurring on conversations, you know, whatever side of the political aisle you're on when it comes to crimes like this and everything. We

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