Vivienne read on: then Squeaky decided to approach the President of the United States, Gerald Ford, on September 5, 1975, in Sacramento. She was twenty-six at the time. She had worn a long red robe. She’d carried a Colt M1911A1 .45 semi-automatic pistol. She had pointed the pistol at Ford. A secret service agent had restrained her. The news cameras caught her protesting, “It didn’t go off.” Decades later she claimed she came to wave a g*n at the president to get life. “Not just my life but clean air, healthy water and respect for creatures and creation.”
Vivienne looked out the window of the Olancha diner to the Sierra highway. That was the thing about California, wasn’t it? It was so hard to tell the environmentalists from the mentally disturbed. Everyone inhaled the holy rhetoric along
