George Lincoln Rockwell & John Patler - Deadly Friendship (3 volumes)
Upton Hill Publishers, 1920 pages
A few minutes before noon on August 25, 1967, George Lincoln Rockwell entered the Econowash laundromat at the Dominion Hills Shopping Center in the 6000 block of Wilson Boulevard just down the street from NSWPP headquarters. Wearing a white short-sleeve shirt, dark grey slacks, and dark shoes, he appeared to be an ordinary businessman. Despite his local notoriety, no one appeared to recognize Rockwell. He chatted amiably with laundromat operator Ruby Pierce and several fellow customers while starting up his two loads of wash. After commenting “I think that I forgot my bleach” or something to that effect, Rockwell headed out the door.
He returned to his 1958 Chevrolet and began backing out of the parking space in order to return to party headquarters, just up the street. Shopping center patrons suddenly heard hurried footsteps on the tar roof above them and then gunshots rang out. Two bullets smashed through the Chevrolet’s windshield and fragmented, spraying Rockwell in a shower of metal and glass. His Chevrolet slowly rolled backwards into a parked car. A mortally wounded Rockwell staggered out of the front passenger’s side door and momentarily pointed toward the shopping center roof before collapsing onto the pavement. A spilled carton of Ivory Snow detergent and a copy of the New York Daily News lay beside him.
The gunman ran along the shopping center roof and jumped to the ground in the rear. A shop owner and customer briefly gave chase but were unable to get a clear look at the fleeing figure. Other customers called the Arlington County police department and checked Rockwell for a pulse. He had none; one of the four bullet fragments that struck Rockwell had ripped through several major arteries just above his heart. The internal bleeding was so heavy that he was dead in 2-3 minutes. A short time later at a nearby bus stop, John C. Patler – an estranged former member of Rockwell’s organization – was arrested as the suspected killer by a passing patrolman familiar with the Arlington Nazis. Later that day, after hearing news of his son’s death, Rockwell’s 78-year-old father commented laconically, “I am not surprised at all. I’ve expected it for quite some time.”


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