Valerie Solanas entered Warhol’s sixth-floor office on June 3, 1968, shot with a .32 Beretta both Warhol and Mario Amaya, a London art gallerist, and left the building.
She thought he was was going to steal her manuscript, he ignored her calls…
Beginning in late 1965, she repeatedly tried to get Warhol to produce a play she had written called Up Your Ass…
Calling on “civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females” to “overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and eliminate the male sex.”
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
