• Dr Jarrod Gilbert is a sociologist at the University of Canterbury and the lead researcher at Independent Research Solutions. He is an award-winning writer who specialises in research with practical applications. He can be reached at jarrod.gilbert@canterbury.ac.nz
Chris Bush ran a pub in Maramarua until one day a man shot him dead. That day was October 24, 1987. A shotgun emptied pellets into Mr Bush's heart and lungs. We don't know who pulled the trigger.
You might say it was a robbery that went wrong, except it didn't. The robbers got away with $25,000 in cash. A Labour holiday weekend in the days before Eftpos, it's the equivalent of nearly $50,000 today. Not a bad haul.
As a kid driving from Auckland to the Coromandel I remember the pub. It was often a part of spotting games designed by parents to distract young minds from long journeys. It was often a place where family friends would rendezvous; a time before cellphones and drink-driving concerns. If there was no reason to stop, it was a time check. "We're passing the Red Fox". It was never the Red Fox Tavern, always just the Red Fox. After 1987 it was the place the murder happened.
All murders are tragic but few are so meaningless. Chris Bush didn't resist the robbery. Neither the loot nor the getaway was dependent on his death. Just before midnight he was sitting with bar staff after closing when two masked men burst into his pub. As the publican rose from his seat but before he could say a word: boom.