Of all America’s criminal masterminds, the most discussed is Charles Manson. His odd connections to Hollywood and young band of followers made him fascinating. Most of the curiosity focuses on the women commonly referred to as the Manson Girls, his most loyal and devoted cult members. But out of the lot, the most fearless and loyal is often said to be Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme.
The slight-in-stature redhead came from a loving family, but she turned her back on the straight and narrow path for the chaotic illusion of freedom dangled by Manson. Squeaky acted on the insane wishes of her leader and somehow evaded jail time, but her most damning crime was a plot she cooked up all on her own.
Beachfront homes and the excitement of Los Angeles was the childhood backdrop for young Lynette Fromme. The daughter of an aeronautical engineer, she grew up enjoying the Santa Monica sun. But in the blink of an eye that would all change.
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Before Manson made her famous, she had other ambitions. Her school nights were spent perfecting routines with her traveling dance team, the Westchester Lariats. They had grander ambitions than your average community ballet class.
With her team, Lynette glided her way on to television screens for the first time, appearing on the Lawrence Welk Show. Once, they even received an invitation to perform at the White House!
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But, somewhere along the way, Lynette leaned away from traditional pursuits. The Fromme family points to their move to Redondo Beach, California, when she was 14 years old. That’s when they noticed her behavior changing.
In her new town, Lynette’s abrupt shift concerned her parents. They spouted the common line, that Lynette took up with “wrong crowd.” Drinking and drugs became routine. By her first year of college, they’d kicked her out of the home.
Lynette, homeless, head brimming with her family’s criticism, sat on the beach to mull things over. Enter at stage right a wild-eyed, stringy-haired man who sat on the sand beside her and listened to her troubles — Charles Manson.
From that first interaction, Lynette was starry-eyed for Manson. He told her to forget about normal structured life: “don’t want and you’re free,” he said. “The want ties you up. Be where you are, you got to start someplace.” These nonsensical encouragements struck a cord. Lynette joined the Manson Family.
Following their ex-con leader, Lynette joined the ranks of Manson’s other devotees, Susan Atkins and Mary Brunner. She was one of the many young women with middle-class roots to fall into the web of hallucinogenic drugs, theft, and eventually murder.
In 1968, the large band of Manson Family members found a new home base at the Spahn Movie Ranch. Foregoing rent payments, the cult compensated the 80-year-old landlord, George Spahn, via sexual arrangements with his pick of any of Manson’s many “wives.”
It was Spahn who christened Lynette with her new name, Squeaky, after the sound she made when he unexpectedly pinched her thighs. Later in life, she remembered fondly her contribution as unofficial wife to the ranch’s owner, all to benefit the family.
But like most cults, the honeymoon stage didn’t last. In 1969, Manson was arrested for the Tate Labianca murders. This time, Lynette wasn’t connected to the crimes. She was free to stand guard outside the courthouse during the trial and support her homicidal leader.
The most devoted of the Manson Family wore their loyalty literally on their foreheads. Carving a small X into the skin, similar to the hateful Nazi swastika that Charles Manson revered, showed their symbolic allegiance to the murderer.
Many Manson Family members took Charles’ incarceration as a lucky pass back into society. Lynette was one of the few still that remained loyal. After his death sentence, which was overturned to a life sentence after California nixed capital punishment, Manson was transferred to Folsom Prison.
When Manson moved, so did the family. Squeaky and Sandra Good moved to Sacramento to be closer to Charles. During this period, Squeaky penned an early draft of a memoir detailing her life as a member of the Manson Family.
Taken from a draft of the unpublished memoir, she described her teenage longing to “[shed] all the guilt feelings…to find something exciting and do something that felt good…I didn’t, I wouldn’t, adjust to society and the reality of things…I’ve made my own world…It may sound like an Alice in Wonderland world, but it makes sense.”
After listening to the advice of another convicted Mason Family murderer, Steve “Clem” Grogan, Lynette agreed her memoir was potentially incriminating. So, she shelved it, for a few decades at least. Besides, she had other things on her mind…
By the skin of her teeth, Squeaky avoided a murder conviction in Sonoma County, California, with other Manson affiliates. You see, the bodies of James and Lauren Willett were found on the premises of a group of Manson Family and Aryan Brothers members.
Never wavering, Squeaky insisted she was innocent. In what the group called a tragic misfire due to a Russian roulette style game, they claimed no responsibility. All the others connected to the deaths were convicted, but it wasn’t Squeaky’s time.
Police accepted her alibi that at the time of the murders she’d been on the road, traveling to visit Manson in prison. They let her go reluctantly after 2-and-a-half months in county jail. She fled back to Sacramento, right into the arms of Manson Family member Sandra Good.
Distance and iron bars only strengthened their faith in Manson. One major sign of their increased retreat from the rational world was when they changed their names. Red, for Squeaky’s beloved California Redwood trees, and Blue, for Sandra’s connection the ocean.
Flipping through channels one afternoon, Squeaky stopped on a news program. Her ears perked up at the mention of the California state capitol. President Gerald Ford would be speaking there, and at that moment, all the newly christened Red saw… was red.
At the time, President Ford requested Congress rollback provisions of the Clean Air Act, which was unpopular among environmentalists and hippies like Squeaky. The news listed the date, September 5th, 1975, and conveniently, the state capitol grounds were just a short ride down the road.
Cloaked in her trademark red hood with a red dress to match, Squeaky arrived in the crowd gathered outside on the 5th of September. Concealed on her left leg was an antique .45 caliber Colt pistol left leg.
The red-caped Squeaky pushed through the onlookers until she found herself face to face with the man himself. Seconds ticked by and without emotion, she pulled the gun from her leg holster and pointed it right at Gerald Ford’s stomach.
Reports can’t confirm it, but witnesses claim to have heard the faint click of a finger pulling a trigger. What they were certain of was Squeaky’s confused muttering of “it didn’t go off” as Secret Service agents threw her to the ground.
After years of lurking on the fringes of awful crimes, Squeaky was marched off in handcuffs. Immediate inspection of her weapon showed the gun was loaded with 4 rounds, but no bullet was in the chamber. Manson’s most loyal follower had botched her plan from the outset.
For Ford, the attempt on his life didn’t have a visible effect. Most people confronted with def might be a tad rattled, but not Jerry. He continued on with the meeting, remarking after, “I thought I’d better get on with my day’s schedule.”
The justice system jumped into action, holding the trial less than two months after Squeaky’s attempted assassination of a U.S. President. Ford himself submitted a videotaped witness testimony, marking the only time in history where a sitting U.S. president testified in a criminal trial.
Prosecutors made quick business of convincing a jury. She was caught red-handed and her courtroom etiquette didn’t help her case; at one point she angrily threw an apple at attorney Dwayne Keyes.
Squeaky refused to cooperate at every level. She wouldn’t walk, so U.S. Marshalls were forced to carry her into the courtroom each day. This behavior just fueled the flames, and her guilty verdict was delivered on November 19th, 1975.
Handed a sentence of life in prison, you’d think that would close the book on Squeaky’s criminal plots. But in 1987 she managed to escape, attempting to visit Manson after his testicular cancer diagnosis. She was captured after 2 days on the run.
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The stunt resulted in added time to her sentence; somehow she maintained eligibility for parole. So, after 34 years in prison, Squeaky reentered society as a free woman in 2009. Along with her boyfriend, another convicted felon, she retreated to the quiet town of Marcy in Upstate New York.
Since then, she’s kept a low profile. She’s been spotted about town with her boyfriend, a man who plead guilty to manslaughter in 1988, Robert Valdner. Though she did end up publishing that long-awaited potentially incriminating memoir in 2018, titled Reflexion.
In 2019, the ABC documentary series 1969 interviewed Squeaky for their episode titled “Manson Girls.” In her first statement in decades, she confirmed her allegiance remains strong, “Was I in love with Charlie? Yeah,” “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh, still am. Still, am. I don’t think you fall out of love.”
Neighbors say they keep to themselves, but still, the cars from curious passersby idle by and whisper about the woman who through murder, prison, and ample time to reconsider, still loves Charles Manson.