Desrochers was at her job at a rag-recycling plant while her son was trekking to the swimming pool with his older brother on that day.
Debris from a car bomb hit his head and he was in a coma for a few days before dying.
Desrochers' loss proved a win for all of us as the sad tale inspired pressure to finally enact legislation that made it illegal to be a member of a criminal gang.
However she was nobody's puppet, as she attacked authorities at every level. She said the RCMP was partly to blame for failing to use informant info to prevent the blast. She said the province was to blame for giving her paltry compensation and no counselling during her difficult time and she even blamed the police for sexually abusing her at a function.
She wrote a book about her story, which included plenty of sexual abuse as a child.
|Daniel Desrochers as he was and as he might have become|
Desrochers was close to Robert Monastesse, although I am not sure that it was he who she married.
Monastesse had been a freelance journalist who wrote a killer expose of the Rock Machine before getting shot himself. Few in the journalistic community expressed any interest in his plight at the time. I've wanted to speak to him for about 15 years.
Desrochers died of complications from pneumonia. She had apparently lost something like 30 pounds, so it's unclear whether there were other health problems that she suffered.
Daniel Desrochers was a little bit like a Jesus figure for this city, sacrificing his life for our peace. He would have been 28 years old now.
There is supposedly a tiny little plaque in a playground near where he died, described a few years ago as falling apart. I think Josee-Annee Desrochers should be commemorated with a posthumous Order of Canada or Ordre du Quebec.