So happens, I'm writing about that.
Just 7 days earlier my character had been at the Pan American Exhibition, waiting to catch a glimpse of the President and even to shake his hand. But an assassin got there first.
|Photo of a drawing by T. Dart Walker used with permission under Creative Commons License|
The assassin was Leon Czolgosz. He'd been a hard worker at a wire plant in Ohio for a number of years but became mentally unstable and began showing up at anarchist meetings.
When questioned about his motivations, he responded with, “I killed President McKinley because I done my duty. I didn’t believe one man should have so much service and another man should have none.”
|Photo by unknown photographer around 1900 - in public domain|
Czolgosz was executed on the electric chair about 6 weeks later. His final words were, " "I killed the President because he was the enemy of the good people – the good working people. I am not sorry for my crime."
My protagonist had nothing to do with the president's assassin. He just happened to be standing a few feet behind him, in the same line, waiting to meet the president. But he also had a paper and pencil in his hand. Which, in my opinion, makes things a little more interesting! All of America was deeply affected by this tragic incident. But, for my character, this death of the president was much too close for comfort.