Confessions of a Future Politician: Part 27
Year 8, Week 20
This is Joshua Jerimiah, Thelma’s husband. I guess I’m the most appropriate person to put the last entry into Thelma’s diary.
Thelma and I went to auditorium of the Cochrane Elementary School for a TDG public meeting. About 150 people attended. I sat in the back row and marvelled at how good my wife was with her TDG work. She was very captivating with her speech. She could exude her TDG experience of the last eight years into the heart and mind of someone new to the TDG. I was starting to imagine that the TDG was going to take her outside of Riverbend — and my TDG service was to support her in that volunteer work.
About 10 minutes into her talk, a young man in the second row stood and shouted: “COMMUNIST BLACK SLUT!” He pulled out a revolver and fired four shots at Thelma. She slumped over the podium, then on to the ground. She was twitching.
Time stood still and time went fast. Too much at once. I could not decide what to do for too long.
I saw a man behind the shooter haul the shooter down. He and a woman nearby sat on the shooter as he cursed against the TDG.
I collected myself enough to charge against the flow of people leaving the auditorium. When I got to the stage, another woman was giving Thelma CPR, covered in Thelma’s blood. I grabbed Thelma’s hand and could see that she was gone.
The coroner said Thelma died instantly with a bullet to the heart. He also said Thelma was five weeks pregnant.
Rest in peace, my love. Rest in peace, my child.