Friday, May 06, 2022

NEW / COMPLETE OBITUARY for Bonnie Jean Jackson Cook, Known Widely as Bonnie Foreshaw / She Leaves a Vacant Place in Hearts /2015 Library Audio- Bonnie, In Her Own Words: I Knew I Wasn’t Getting a Fair Trial…




Sunrise: August 25, 1947

Sunset: April 28, 2022

Saturday, May 14, 2022, 11a.m. New Hope A.M.E. Church

233 Pataula Park Road

Georgetown, Georgia 39851

Keith McIntyre, Pastor

A Time To Be Born

Bonnie Jean Jackson was born on Aug. 25, 1947, in Ft. Gaines, Georgia, to the late Charles B. Jackson and Novella George.

A Time For Every Purpose Under Heaven

When she was 6 years old her family moved to Miami, Florida. Bonnie was educated through the Miami Dade County Public School System. She graduated from Booker T. Washington Senior School. She accepted Christ in her life at an earlier age.

A Time To Love

Bonnie was married to Howard Allen Cook (he preceded her in death). She was a loving and caring mother, grandmother, sister, and aunt.

A Time For Celebration

Bonnie was embraced with a lot of friends throughout her life journey who provided much love and care. She was wrongfully convicted and spent [27 ½] years in York Correctional Facility. While serving her time she met Ms. Wally Lamb and Mr. Andy Thibault at a writing class. They held a special place in her heart. They helped her with her writing skills which helped her to express herself during her ordeal. They were instrumental in helping her obtain her freedom and start a new journey towards a successful life. She was successful in writing and publishing several books. She spent the rest of her life helping and mentoring others.

 A Time To Embrace

 She leaves a vacant place in the hearts of those who loved her two daughters: Sylvia Robinson of Manchester, CT and Debrasharme Jackson-Smart (Benjamin) of Miami, Florida; two sons: Mark Cook of Manchester, CT and Derrick Antonio Jackson of Boston, MA., two brothers: Will Davis (Tawana) of Atlanta, GA and Prest George of Miami, FL; one sister: Martha Brown of Opa Locka, FL., one brother-in-law: Oscar Mathis. Several of her siblings preceded her in death: Annette George Mathis and Shirley Maxwell. She leaves to mourn six grandchildren: Nikea Green, Jauchswann Green, DyNovia Randle, Jamalli Wilson, Lourdes Cook and Mila Cook; eight great grandchildren: Deionte Randle, Quinton Nelson, Saniyya Florence, Serenity Randle, Jauchswann Green, Jr., Jauch Green, Xavier Fort, Xzarion Ortiz and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts and sorrowing friends.

A Time To Die

When I have gone the last mile of the way, I will rest at the close of the day. On Thursday morning, April 28, 2022, Bonnie transitioned from her earthly vessel and passed on to claim her “everlasting life.”



I am home in Heaven, dear ones; All’s so happy, all’s so bright

 There’s perfect joy and beauty; In this everlasting light

All the pain and grief is over; every restless tossing passed;

I am now at peace forever; Safely home in Heaven at last;

Did you wonder I so calmly trod the Valley of the Shade?

Old! But Jesus’ love illumined every dark and fearful glade.

And He came Himself to meet me in that way so hard to tread;

And Jesus’ arm to lean on, could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still;

Try to look beyond earth’s shadows, pray t trust our Father’s will.

There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idle stand;

Do your work while life remainth, you shall rest in Jesus’ hand.

When that work is all complete, He will gently call you home;

Oh, the rapture of the morning? Oh, the joy to see you come!


A graveside memorial service will be held at New Hope A.M.E. Church

233 Pataula Park Road

Georgetown, Georgia 39851

Officiating: Rev. Keith McIntyre, Pastor



Scripture Readings:

Old Testament / New Testament

Reflections by Family



The Staff of Hopkins Mortuary




Onassis George, Quinton Nelson, Andy Thibault, Jamalli Wilson, Mark Cook, Jauchswann Green.


We express our sincere thanks, gratitude and appreciation to all of our family, friends and members of the various congregations. It was healing knowing that you all were here for us. Thank God for you and may His blessings be with you forever.


Mr. Andy Thibault, for all your love, help, and understanding throughout this entire process. But most of all thank you for the help you gave our mother which help to enjoy and taste FREEDOM.

Ms. Natalie Molden; thank you for everything you did in assisting us with the funeral arrangements. Your generosity will not be forgotten, God Bless.


Hopkins Mortuary 1318 W. Jackson Street Thomasville, Georgia 31792

Bonnie Foreshaw, in her own words:
Bonnie Foreshaw starts around the 20-minute mark ...


I took writing as a way to help deal w/ the reality of being incarcerated

Writing was therapeutic for me … it helped purge me of the secrets …

Our family & our culture was something that women didn’t talk about ...

Saturday & Sunday you’re running for your life or you’re getting battered

I left home to take a friend home and never got back for like 27 years …

It took me at least 5 years to come to terms with being incarcerated

While I was there I was sexually abused …

I knew I wasn’t getting a fair trial

No one answers any of my questions …
My coming home was so surreal

[After 3 years as a hospice volunteer] I began to suffer from burnout

I was released without anything except a piece of paper

I went to DMV 6 times to get ID

The system isn’t set up for us to be successful …

It’s set up for us to fail

Inmates are the modern-day commodity

I feel for the ladies left behind…mold, mildew, the deterioration of the buildings…They are breathing mold…

It’s not a place where you rehabilitate unless you take it upon yourself

The Buddhist monks used to come – and DOC would lock us up…

They would do anything to keep the outside from coming in and seeing how we was actually living …

The mildew is so well known…[guards] don’t even want to work there …

I know in this world you can’t make it by yourself

Faith kept me going

I was surrounded by good women

Wally Lamb came in because…the suicide rate was high…

He helped the women to be more realistic…instead of taking that way out


On the accidental & fatal shooting of Joyce Amos:

It’s something I live with every day

It was harder for me to forgive myself than it was for me to ask for forgiveness

It’s just that recently, before I came home, that I gave myself permission to forgive myself for what I did because it wasn’t no intentions on my behalf … that’s what gives me the motivation to help others less fortunate than me … 


State of Connecticut's Dirty Hands

The Blue Note

Bonnie featured at the Greenwich Film Festival Screening Of Documentary by Ondi Timoner

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