Around 8:30 P.M., at the White House Correspondents’ dinner, Antonia Hitchens heard what sounded like a caterer dropping a stack of plates down a flight of stairs. Shouts of “Shots fired!” soon followed. “Three members of the wait staff pulled me into a stairwell with them,” she writes. “They were sobbing. We heard what seemed like more gunfire. I opened the door to go back into the hotel lobby. Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., stumbled by with his wife, Cheryl Hines, escorted by a security detail. Dessert hadn’t been served, but it looked like there was cake frosting on the back of his suit jacket. I watched as Jeanine Pirro, the U.S. Attorney for Washington, D.C., was ushered away; Kash Patel, the director of the F.B.I., ran by, holding a cellphone to his ear.” Read her account of the shooting and Trump’s press conference afterward: www.newyorker.com/news/dispatch/inside-the...