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LaCivita was at the Trade hotel in Milwaukee on the evening of July 13, helping to get ready for the convention. It had been a busy few days, and there was still a lot of work to do. LaCivita had just finished editing videos and had Trump’s rally playing in the background, though he wasn’t fully paying attention. At one point, he got a call from his daughter, Victoria, who was also working on the campaign.
“Dad,” she said, “something has happened to the president.”
The bullets came flying from Trump’s right. He pressed his hand to his ear, then looked down at it, like he had been stung by a bee.Trump turned his head to the right at the last moment; had he not, it was likely the bullet would have pierced his skull and almost certainly killed him. As Trump ducked behind the podium, Secret Service agents piled on top of him. Curran came in from the right, throwing himself onto the former president to shield him.
It was chaos. Rally-goers behind Trump—some of whom just moments before were holding placards reading, “Joe Biden: You’re Fired!”—cowered. The agents were talking to one another, trying to figure out what was next.
“What are we doing? What are we doing?”
“On three, on you. Move! Move!”
“Hawkeye’s here,” said one, as a helmeted officer with a submachine gun patrolled the front of the stage.
About 40 seconds after the first shot was fired, one of them could be heard saying: “Shooter’s down.”
“Are we good to move?”
“We’re clear! We’re clear!”
The agents began lifting Trump up, forming a circle around him.
“Let me get my shoes,” Trump said.
Trump’s shoes had slipped off during the maelstrom. The former president had as of late been wearing shoes made by the Swiss manufacturer Bally.While the shoes were designed to be tied on, Trump had turned them into slip-ons.
Trump appeared to search for them, and then stood up, looking as if he were in shock. Then, as his agents tried to maneuver him off the stage,he peered out between them at the crowd. He pumped his fist three times and said, “Fight, fight, fight.” The audience erupted.
The moment embodied the heart of Trump’s comeback campaign, and underscored the spirit of his appeal to his diehard fans. For the last 20 months, Trump had cast himself as the fighter who was clawing his way back to power from the forces who, in the minds of him and his supporters, had unjustly taken it away from him. To his backers, Trump was the fighter who was looking to dismantle the system that had failed them.
The detail guided Trump offstage, his typically immaculately-sprayed gold hair out of place and his bloodied MAGA hat in hand. Descending the stairs, he wrapped his arms around an agent to his right. The loyal Curran was on his left. Once they got to the bottom, it took the agents another 20 seconds to get Trump into his SUV. Before getting in, he raised his arm once more.
Trump’s motorcade set off to Butler Memorial Hospital, eight miles away.The lieutenants had sprinted to the SUVs, but Cheung couldn’t find his car. Wiles rolled her window down.
“Just get in my car,” she said.
Cheung got in the passenger’s seat. Wiles, in the backseat with Scavino, got a call from LaCivita.
“How bad is it?” he asked.
“I just don’t know,” she said.
After pulling up to the hospital, Wiles, Cheung, Scavino and Nauta, Trump’s body man, headed for the emergency room.The building was going into lockdown. Secret Service agents had their long guns out;nurses were wheeling patients out of units so they could create a secure wing for Trump. Hospital workers then stretchered the former president through the emergency room doors.
Trump’s bloody hat, suit jacket and white collared shirt were off; he was only in an undershirt and suit pants. His shoes, in the end, had been left onstage; they would be retrieved by a production worker and brought to the hospital later in the evening.
“This is going to make some news,” Trump told his team.
After doctors took Trump into a room, the Service examined the lieutenants to ensure they weren’t wounded. So many texts and calls were coming through, their phones were melting down.Members of the media were already asking if they could land the first interview with Trump. Others were asking what hospital they were at so they could send reporters, cameramen and photographers to stake it out.Misinformation was flying. One news outlet had reached out to Cheung saying they were going to report that Trump had passed away at the hospital.=Cheung, deciding he needed to say something publicly before things got out of hand, hammered out a statement on his phone saying Trump was “fine.” After showing it to Wiles and Scavino, he hit send.
The doctors wheeled Trump out of his room to get a CT scan for a possible concussion. The test came back clean,and Trump wanted the records.