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White Glass Spinning Star

A Tribute To & Fond Memories Of
Georgina Faith Papin 
March 11th. 1964 - Last Seen March 2ond. 1999
Remains Discovered & Confirmed Murdered 200
                          Cougar - Ghost Spirit
Spirit Keeper Animal Totem - White Buffalo - Respect
Life Animal Totem - Cougar - Extraordinary Power
Ruling Element - Air - Plant Totem - Plantain 
Mineral Totem - Turquoise -
 Member of the Frog Clan - Cougars share a strong connection to the Earth and water element with the Serpent & Woodpecker. All from Frog Clan
The Cougar is the 3rd. Totem on the Medicine Wheel between the Otter & the Red Hawk
 
 Georgina entered the Light World in the Great Cardinal Direction of the North under the Big Winds Moon;
The White North offering is a cleansing, purifying & powerful strength. 
 Operating as Winter does when it cleans the Earth & the weak, the White North sends tests & teaches the courageous endurance & wisdom that comes with the trials of life. 
In Some Native American Cultures;  The White Eagle is often associated with this Direction. It is said that those who have a vision of the White Eagle become Healers [perhaps Georgina's Journey Totem]
 At this time; Georgina's crossing over to the Shadow World remains between herself and the Creator.        
 
          
         The Spirit Of The Woman 
A Cougar is one of the fastest felines in the world - powerful enough to kill with its claws or a well placed bite.
They also emit a high-pitched scream that can be very unnerving.
They have the ability to adapt to whatever life throws at them.
HUMAN FEMALE cougars chase men shamelessly & will swat then to get attention.
 
They are assertive and leap and leap at opportunity without hesitation. You like the thrill of the chase.
Does that sound familiar?
A female Cougar is a loving & devoted Mother. She will protect her young & defend her territory even if it means risking her life.
Cougars cherish their families.
Since they rarely Trust others, they may find themselves sinking into depression or melancholy.
Their quest for Spiritual Growth leads them to explore new avenues & they keep an open mind.
Cougars guard their privacy and are often silent about their own needs. They are good conversationalists who take charge but rarely reveal anything about themselves
Georgina taught many about the Red Road Path: to love & respect for the self & others.
         Walk Quietly In Peace Our Sister
               Gone But Never Forgotten
 
 
 
 
   I first met Georgina in Edmonton.  (70s -80s)
Brief & casual. Meaningless to either one of us at the time.
Georgina was a "friend of a friend".
 
I crossed paths with Georgina again in the winter of 95-96.
My ex-husband and i  were attending a LINC meeting at the former Sumas Centre in Abbotsford.
Georgina had just been released from a program facility in "K".  
She was bubbling happy to of survived the treacherous road trip through the ice & snow and still of made it to the meeting almost on time but alive and in one piece.
 
Georgina captured people's attention with her smile so, as usual, she lit up the room when she bounced in.
 
Even after so many years passing, i remembered that smile, and her eyes, they twinkled mischievously when her mind was free of burdens.
We both keep staring at each other but it just wouldn't register. I whispered to my husband, i know that girl from somewhere and i think it is from the Edmonton "daze".
It took us awhile but one day she asked me if i was from Edmonton? Irene, oh ya..
 
We never hung out, i had my life and Georgina had hers.
Georgina suffered with her demons but she was a wonderful woman. Very proud of her Heritage.
She would do anything for anyone she knew was genuine.
I doubt if i would of wanted to cross her. Her Spirit is strong.
 
Georgina was living in Mission & presenting herself as very happy.
She was busy at the Friendship Centre and people loved having her there. She was excited to be settling into her apartment and her new role as a wife keeping life growing inside her womb.  
She had herself a handsome man who loved her and  
she was "winning" the war with "them" over  her other children.
We joked about hers being the first LINC baby.
 
 The last time i saw Georgina in life was not long after her child was born. 
 We had a quick chat and in general she said she was doing ok.
 
Her eyes were not twinkling, she was having hassles with the Ministry and she told me she was having little slips.  
Any person who has lived the "life" or suffered addiction will understand why that wasn't shocking news. 
I told her "take care of yourself my sister".
We hugged good-bye and i never saw her again.
 
In honesty, i can't say that i had even thought about seeing her again.
 We were not close friends.
We were simply acquaintances brought together twice in one lifetime due to four negative factors commonly connected with unfortunate circumstances.
 
Booze, Drugs, Prostitution & Prison.
 
The Four Cardinal Directions representing HELL and there is no good road to follow once you take the first step into any one of these directions.  Whatever direction you start your journey on all leads to that same ugly place.
 
2006
Earlier throughout the last 17 months I had been devastated after learning of two women i had known well [one i had "worked"with] and both of whom had been recently removed from the MISSING list and added to the confirmed MURDERED. Both of who's DNA had been matched from evidence discovered on the Port Coquitlam Pickton Family "pig farm".
 
   Of course there were some women's faces on the MISSING poster i recognized as having seen over the years while visiting the various Prisons throughout Alberta and British Columbia.  
Women i had said hi to, maybe spent some brief time with but had never developed any kind of street relationships with.
 
Between Alberta & British Columbia, i was recognizing too many faces with names i knew personally.
 
It was haunting when hearing names of the Murdered Women who were from the communities i had played in as a child and still had my own Families living within them.
I have deep roots in Campbell River and not so distant roots in Alert Bay.
 
Even though not knowing Janet Henry or Marnie Lee Frey personally, i still felt a great sense of loss due to the geographical connection i shared with them.
These are small communities, people raised in them still take each other very personally in times of crisis.  
 
I thought i was showing my respects by keeping the names of each woman i knew well or otherwise in my private moments with the Creator. 
The lighting of a candle each night providing guiding light for all women and children suffering harm's evil way to a safe passage towards shelter.
 
Then only to discover i had been looking at a face without really looking the woman.
A woman i respected and thought i would recognize anywhere.
Provinces and decades apart.
 
A woman i recognize easily now that i know who i am looking at. Even in her hard times, her pride is still reflecting and her smile is still there for all the world to see. 
 
It has been only a about a year ago while reading a news story on the MISSING WOMEN website that a picture jumped out at me.
It was the face of the woman Georgina i knew and recognized immediately and it was only then i knew her last name.
 
Right then i started searching the faces of the women instead of just looking for the names i knew were there and maybe some more i always worried would be added some day soon.
 
Since that day I have never looked over any picture of any woman thought to be MISSING or who's disappearance is suspected to be FOUL PLAY.
I study very closely each picture, each set of eyes.
 
My obvious lack of genuine care forced me to take a good hard and long look at myself.
Had i become so far removed from the "life" of misery that all i felt compelled to do was glance over it without registering what and who was looking back at me?
 
I am sorry my Sister.
You were a valuable woman - human being in the light world, proud and strong. 
You are worthy of much respect and dignity.
 
The Creator has taken back to keep for himself your spirited laughter. 
 Somehow i feel you are at peace teaching in his lodge.
 
Why this heinous violence was to be committed upon your bodies i do not understand nor can i forgive.  
The only answer my searching returns is;  every one of you women were gifted. Every one of you are remembered as special. You were all known as loving and kind-hearted, most of you would do anything for almost anyone.
Child like Spirits when you were not in the clutches of evil.
 
Survivors of burdens who so many now talk of you could never in their lifetimes entertain in thought the burdens you carried and the abuses you suffered. 
 
You have all left your memories to live long on this earth. 
 
Many different kinds of peoples will learn from your murders. Each one of you will teach a lesson, inspire an idea, become namesakes and bring new opportunities .
 
Today the whole world is reading Sarah's poetry, People sing your names and your messages are being heard. More importantly, your blood stains the hands of many powerful people and your names weigh heavy on their tongues.
 
All we can pray for; Let there become a goodness to grow from this insanity and that your memories will keep warm the hearts of many whom may otherwise of grown cold.
 
Your Lives and your Deaths are going to be remembered for making changes and creating opportunity.
Opportunities you and so many others never had.
 
You found great joy in sharing your heritage with others and teaching the way of the red road.
 
Well Georgina, you left behind some real hell on your bloodied footprint that lured you down one horrific red road that no others ever want to find themselves walking.
     HYCH'KA
Sister for warning us others this road is no longer safe to travel.
 
Even in death your purpose is teaching, showing and capturing the interests of others.
Warning, protecting and crying out for the Justice so many people never live to see.
 
To many you are remembered as oneirocritical..
Interpreter of Dreams.
 
 Chance meetings were all that brought us together.
Never in a million years would i ever of thought it would be me writing a Gone But Never Forgotten tribute in your honor.  
 
It was in the brief time between us and the impact i see you have made on so many others that now inspires me to speak up and reach out.  
 
It is the sickness i feel when i think of the hellishness haunting your name and it is for your babies i cry because your tears have run dry.
 
It will be the lost souls stranded in hell being tortured and scorched by the heat of their Demon's fire to whom your memory will create hope for. Empowerment for your sisters to depurate a future that was stolen from you.
 
Education is Empowerment, Empowerment is Self-Esteem, Self-esteem is Equality.  Equality is Life's Balance in the modern world.
guidancefairness  P purpose  That is what you gave so freely in the sharing of your own spiritually as you roamed through the light world.
 
Our ambition is to contribute memorable achievements reflective of in part the many inspiring life's goals you intended to achieve.
 
You left many deep tracks to follow.
Watch over our journey and give guidance shall we wander too far off the right path.
 
 Believe that we will keep speaking until someone starts listening. Trust that we will keep singing out loud until people start doing. Rest In Peace knowing we will never stop dancing as our success continues to outgrow our age.
 
What horrors you women suffered for us still strolling our way through "life" or; running for our lives to get away from the death of it.
We of us owe you many thanks.
 
Thank you my friend from all your Sisters & Brothers.
  Your memory will live long Georgina Faith Papin.
 
 
ABOUT THE LIFE & DEATH
 
Lets go back and talk about Foul Play for just one minute.
Foul Play?? Who in the hell dreamed up such a demented repulsive discern to Murder suspected of been committed against any human being MISSING or discovered under suspicious  - curious  - unusual circumstances.
Define the word play..
I too agree that "human beings" who commit demoniac acts of insanity against other living beings are very likely amused with their own frolic.
However, any near death experience i have survived at the will of another "human being" will not be documented in my journal as Play in any derive of the word. Sexual violence, despicable acts being committed to your body because to this human with distemper, that is all you are, a body.  Antagonist degradation against your entire self, overwhelming anxiety and terror, the anguish of helplessness, the agony of prolonged knowing you are going to die and your last feelings of indignities knowing the crudeness of how your body will look to the others who examine you in death.
No laughter there. No play, no frolic and you are definitely not amused.
You are sobbing, you have wet yourself and likely your bowels have let go. Snot is running down your face, you stink of fear and you have likely puked all over yourself.
You notice none of that as you are pleading for life and to get to see your babies, your mother, your sister or the man in the moon but we all have someone we want to see that one more time.
 
In that minute i just asked for and the short time it took you to read about Foul Play..  In our Civilized Western World at least 20 women just met and became a victim of it!!
 
So are my words too descriptive and have offend anyone? I am glad.
This means i am doing the job i set out to do.
 
This site is not a In Memory of and it is not all about the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver British Columbia.
This site is being created to assist in the Educating of Prostitution or, the Sex-Trade. Educating why the need to hold the Johns accountable for their part in the sex-trade.  Educating the Johns in the Prevention of spreading Diseases throughout the "low risk" community.
Generally the John's unsuspecting life's partner or, partner at present.
Lets hope that person isn't out sexing around and so on the STD list grows.
 
Nice way to find out you have been infected with HIV.
Or, the any other or combination of many other STDs most of you not involved in the sex-trade even know exist.  
There is a lot more to the sex-trade - prostitution than a prostitute, a john and money.
 
I expect what the Jurors are going to be subject to while having to study gruesome pictures of hideous body parts or, the evidences that DNA will prove was done with body parts because there are no body parts left.  
 
These are not Body Parts, DNA evidence or DNA samples. These are all that is left and the missing pieces belonging to a lot more than 26 Human Beings.
Women Human Beings. Some of them only Women by a date recorded on a birth certificate. Some of our women never mentally advanced past childhood.
 
At one time this DNA belonged to a woman who lived, laughed, cried. She bled when she cut herself no differently than you or I.  Many had children that will never sleep a restful night again.
Could you if that was your Mother?  
 
You could not pay me to sit through one hour of the Pickton Trial. I have no intention of being there and i do not intend to become a media junkie searching for the gruesome details.
 
A person does not have to have a great deal of imagination to guess what horrors befell our women.
Excluding their Family, in my point of view the rest of the audience is into Foul Play.. Frolicking in another's degradation and being amused with hideous indignities at the expense of women you tell dirty jokes about.
Most of Society wouldn't of bought one those women a tampon if she was bleeding down her legs.
Pointed and laughed maybe or, looked the other way.
 
So why now do people need to hear how she pleaded, or how she screamed out in pain.
 I don't want to hear the details of her disposal, is it so important that you do?
 She was not a Bic lighter and she was not some throw away trash.
 
If half the people that are so interested in the details of what happened to the  women alleged to have been murdered by "Willy" Pickton, had of shown this interest in their lives when they were alive. 
I wonder how 50% would still be alive today measures up? Settles well with all the ones  so interested in them now?
 
Well don't run away if that was you before looking at another point of view. Learn from it and be a part of the solution we are all searching for.
 
But don't go sit through that trial looking for answers. Don't allow the accused to desecrate what is left of the women's privacy.  Don't enable a monster to reap glory from evil.
And that glory may not belong to the person who is being accused. The real monster may of out-smarted  the evidence and he or she or both may be sitting right next to you in that courtroom. Keeping in mind, this trial could go on for years, there is still a lot of investigating going on. Perhaps the Police are just waiting for someone else to slip up? Maybe that is why thee are two trials?
Maybe we could do a lot more for our current sex-trade workers and our communities if we left the Pickton "pig farm" up to the courts and victim's families. The rest of us will better serve the murdered women and their families if we move forward making positive changes on their behalf.
Give them the allowance to focus on healing not having to heal themselves and society too.
Use our energies to create new safe pathways for the unfortunate who find their way into the world of the living dead.
Commemorate the women with exit programs, treatment facilities and real money for education. Not keeping them caught in a time warp with new gossip ugly enough to keep any sane person from falling asleep at night.
Christ if they are watching over us waiting to see Justice done, you gossip hounds and ghouls are driving them into relapse mode. Get off their case.
 
And if you simply are one of the freaks in this world that thrives on evil, stay the #@&% away from the private hell of my friends and their families.
 Go rent a movie.
 
Go peek into Linda Louise Wright's windows, pick through her dirty laundry basket. I am sure her garbage sits out on the street once a week.
Do you know who she is? While you all are getting so well informed on the lives of the women, the names of there families, where they live and even what cornor they worked. I am sitting here asking myself why isn't it the Family business of the Pickton's and the Wrights.
Linda Wright is "Willy" Pickton's sister.
 
If the press hounded her or invaded her privacy the way they have the victims. Well with her financial backing and her reputation of being a "wealthy" "well to do" from an "Upscale neighborhood" kind of Woman, i expect there would not be a newspaper being sold with one word about the name Pickton and prostitutes from the skids..
 
I know what it feels like to be a victim of "Just kidding Foul Play" or, escaping the likelihoods of "Foul Play".
That kind of degradation and the horrors much worse  need not be what stains your memory of 26 desperate and troubled women.
 
Can't we just leave them alone to rest now.? Don't we owe their loved ones the respect to leave them grieving without us reporting their every tear. What about their babies. The children may be growing up and some are already grown, but, in the hearts of their Mothers, they were her Babies and be real sure it was her babies in her last thoughts.
It wasn't Heroin, Crack, METH or her next John.
I am here to tell you, if she had children, she took their memory with her.
 
 
HELP US MAKE A DIFFERENCE
I keep reading Georgina Papin got into drugs and prostitution at 11 years old. No she did not!
How does an 11 year old child know how to get themselves into drugs and prostitution?
 
 First of all, you can't have anyone getting into prostitution unless there is a John wanting to buy sexual services. 
 
So hug your daughters & sons real close tonight readers because;
There is a Fraser Valley full of Johns cruising the streets tonight searching for another 11 year old; Georgina,  Angela, Sereena, Mona, Brenda, Heather, Andera, Marnie Diana, Jennifer, Diane, Helen, Patricia, Tanya, Sherry, Sarah, Cindy, Tiffany, Jacqueline and the names will continue to grow on forever.
 
FACTS: Society must educate themselves with the reality of the prostitution demand, it is not just women prostituting themselves and it is not just little girls the Johns are out cruising for tonight.
The sex-trade is gender friendly, every "body" is welcome.
All ages, all genders, all cultures, all backgrounds.
 
The demand for sex is alive and well on the streets tonight, unfortunately not all the people providing it will of been so lucky come daylight tomorrow.
 
 
DOES IT REALLY MATTER?
Yes it does and what matters the most and will cost the least is how you can help in making a difference.
That's all, just a little difference. We are not trying to rid Society of prostitution.
There is organization including the Police that will ever stop prostitution.
The sex-trade is a BILLION DOLLAR a year Industry.
 
 However, Making that little difference is a lot better than not making any difference at all.  Ignoring, Denying, and  
Enabling is only adding to the sexual violence sex-trade workers face everyday.
 
Leaders within the Law Enforcement authorities  must exercise their power and support exit and opportunity programs such as ours.
It is then society will reap benefits and begin to reclaim our communities.
 
People must allow themselves to be educated before it hits home in your own home.
Perhaps then the pimps will have a harder time grooming your child tonight.
 
 
 The #1 FAQ
Why did she keep "winding up down there"?
 
Sometimes even when things are going great we sabotage ourselves. Why not? I will screw it  up before "they" do. 
It won't last anyway, nothing good ever does. 
At least we feel like we are in control of our own unhappiness and downfall.
 
Ask yourself; if you were torn away from your family, passed from foster home to residential school to juvenile detention. Turned out for prostitution at 11 -12-13 years old, got hooked on Heroin because it was the only drug strong enough to dull the pain of having to live another day.  
The people you have known from "down there" are the only Family you know where to find or, have become all the Family you have left. This Family accepts you no matter how poorly you make your choices. This Family shares your addictions and welcomes you back home with open arms when you show up "down there".
This Family gives you credit for making an honest effort to go straight and so on; isn't that the place you would want to go?
Where else do people go when they feel broken and are face planted into dive mode headed straight toward the sewer?
You go to where you feel familiar and safe!!
Home to your Family and where you are loved?
 
Think About This: Where do you go when your having a lousy day?
To the Pub where you can count on sharing a beer and a laugh with people you know? A long drive in the country, take a nice soak in your Hot-Tub????
 
FACT: some people don't have a lousy day, or a lousy week. They have a lousy 10, 20 40 years and they honestly do not know how to make it get any better for themselves tomorrow.
Many people might know what would make it better but, honestly do not have the means or the opportunity to make it happen for themselves. Emotionally, financially, physically or several other barriers common in the everyday of any marginalized population surviving in every community in Canada.
Add addiction and mental illness to that and what can we expect it to add up to?  Disaster.
 
 Prostitutes and Addicts are not inhuman. We know who the people we hurt along our way. We feel the pains of the people who are hurting us.
We feel guilty, we know we are disappointing people, we don't want to hear anymore lectures and we simply do not want to pretend, lie and hurt people anymore.
 
JUST ASK FOR HELP?
How many of the Missing and Murdered Women were waiting for a placement in treatment? How many stayed clean for the few days required while agencies, friends and families tried to secure placement for them?
 
Not all of the women were collecting welfare and in fact many had nowhere remotely safe to stay while detoxing.
You try suffering a hangover behind a garbage dumpster in a snow storm wearing nothing but jeans and a tee shirt.
I know, you don't have to but again i ask, could you?
 
Some of the women that did have financial resources made available for them never picked their rent cheques up because she could not find affordable housing outside of the downtown eastside.  
 
 And really, how many landlords in Point Grey do you think would of rented to any one of the women had she won the 649 and could easily afford the uptown rent? 6 months in advance cash up front would not of stopped the doors from slamming in her face while she was standing there still talking. More likely than not, doors would not of been opening to her period.
 
How many of you right now are willing to sign up with our program as a "safe home" for one sex-trade worker doing her best to exit prostitution?
 
My phone is not ringing and my inbox is still empty.
 
A lot of people are simply lacking in a real opportunity to obtain the Life Skills one has to have to take steps toward being an independent and productive member of the community.
If you don't have the tools and nobody ever taught you how to resolve Crisis and history has kept reinforcing to you "they" can't be trusted; doesn't the giving up, the running "home" and the f--k it logic makes perfect sense?
 It may be and likely is, all the person knows about resolving their frustration and pain..
So let it be answered, That is why she kept winding up back "down there"..
 
I expect if people you trusted failed you, tossed you away, broke up your family, bought and sold your body like you were a used car, "gave" you drugs until you started needing them to "get that ass of yours the #@*% back out on the street" or, you finally start to understand the new best friend who gave you that first shot of Heroin isn't really your friend at all; he or  she is your Pimp. 
And,  it is always some one who "fixed me up" that very first shot of anything.
Including the one to your head if you try to escape a Pimp who now owns your entirety.
 
 You may find that a lot to deal with. Too overwhelming to manage all at once.
 
Perhaps consider how overwhelming it must be for an 10-11-12-13 year old child with nobody in the entire world to turn to.
At 14 they are legal age and considered veterans of the trade and, sometimes what is at home is worse than what is on the streets.
 
Another reason we may wind up back "down there" is; things going too good for us can be very unfamiliar, it doesn't feel right, like a freshly starched shirt, we don't know how to get comfortable with the feeling of it so; we go back to what we do know and what we are comfortable with.
What has always worked for us.
 
The ultimate cause of relapse into substance abuse, prostitution or the committing of suicide is statistically documented and as being a woman i have to agree is the breakdown or loss of relationships.
 
Childless women and men girls and boys suffer equally painful grief with loss and by no means do i not recognize and educate that fact.
 
However, in the collecting of data and my own experience with Mothers living without their children; The worst pain experienced by most for us is the loss of our Children.  
Never deny a Mama Bear her cubs.
She will either kill you protecting them or run off into the bush, go insane and die if she looses them.
 
The Time Process & Relapse
Most people grow through life's changes gradually. 
We take approximately 25 years maturing, 6-12-18-24 + months slipping into depressions. Addictions often only take once depending on the drug and the addicts personality however, it is rule of generalization that most addictions are gradual developers.
We enjoy a lifetime developing relationships with self and others.
 
However, When we  make life's changes going the other way, to the clean and sober,  pro-social "normal way; there is nothing gradual about it or developing about it at all.  It is overnight shock.
 
It could be A New Year's Resolution, lord knows people set themselves up to call themselves a "failure"every December 31rst.  
May it be you want to quit; smoking, overeating, drinking or gambling.
Ok, by January 25th. many of us has shelved that resolution til next year (maybe).. It is not really going to rock too many boats if you stop in at the neighborhood pub for a quick beer with the regulars on about January 5th..  Oh the stress of all the Christmas, credit cards and Family. You need to have a beer and unwind. 
January 10th. you stop in again but this time your having a smoke and a couple of beers.. Gee, your starting to feel familiar and comfortable again. Better grab a couple of pull tabs.
That Christmas does this to you every year. (because it is unfamiliar and out of your regular routine)
Hell ya, its January 25th. and by now its back to normal. You get off work Friday night and the truck just drives itself to the pub. Your a little hungry so maybe you'll have a burger with your beer. Of course you have already got a couple of smokes into your lungs before the second round of beers hit the table. What is that your playing? Texas What?
Couple more beers into you and here comes that big greasy bacon burger with extra cheese of course. Don't forget to salt up the fries.
That Doctor doesn't know what the hell he is talking about anyway.
So now you are right back to good to go until next year or, you drop dead from high blood pressure or a heart attack BUT my point here is. But for right now, you feel great. Must be getting over some kind of flu bug or something.
Your comforts are not visible hindrance to your family if you still have any, your boss, for now, your overdraft, oooppps. Society, it hasn't been bothered by your lifestyle yet because your not obvious. YET.
  Your not on the front line in harms way. Well maybe if you drive the truck home at closing time.
Your lifestyle is not going to be reported as High Risk when you have that heart attack.
People will stand at your bedside or your grave and sob.
Talk about what a great guy you were.
 
Now think about this..   LIFE ON THE SKIDS
A Heroin addicted prostitute is being told she is close to getting her kids back from the Ministry. They promised to even get them into BC Housing way out in Burnaby if she "gives up" Heroin. Next court date is January 30th. - 9:30 am sharp and, she doesn't need to bother legal aid for a Lawyer this time because it is all looking cut and dry. Court is just a formality. Everything will be just fine.
 
New Year's Eve at 7:00 pm she injects what she wants, hopes and prays will be her Last Fix.. 
No, not suicide but, that has crossed her mind thinking about the misery she is setting herself up for.
This time is the last time so she is sure she can do it on her own. There is a 4 month waiting to get into treatment and the social worker is really trying to get full wardship of her babies.
She has no choice, she has to do it on her own before her visit with her babies next week.  
Her babies mean more to her than life itself and this time she is going to make it.
She wakes up at 3 am and she isn't feeling too good, by 6am she is feeling every bone in her body, in fact that is all she is feeling. Her nose is running, the cramps are wicked but oh God do my bones hurt.
 By 7:30 she is puking all over herself because she hurts too much to get off the cot. Her daughter's baby blanket is drenched in sweat. She pees in the coffee can. She hates walking down the hall to use the bathroom at night so she uses this old can that someone else before her left in the room when they left. Likely died, people don't leave once they have a real room to themselves. Murdered, Overdosed, Suicide or maybe just Old Age.. Just gone and nobody cares. She doesn't. The pee can belongs to her now.
Almost every bone in her body has been broken at least once and most of them twice or more. Bad boyfriends and bad dates. The bad father and the bad pimp used to beat her up pretty good too so, who knows who busted up what bones.
All she knows is that right now, they are hurting like hell.
She quits looking at the clock and who cares what day clean this is because only the Heroin cares and it is in control of her.  Like always, it doesn't want to lose her, it doesn't want to let her go. It wants to hide out in her broken soul but she is really fighting back this time. Where is she getting this strength from. It is those dam babies of hers trying to take her away from me.  I'll fix her, i am Heroin, i own you now bitch. I have more control than your last pimp. Remember, i made you steal his stash just to prove to him you love me over all others. Didn't i make you feel better when he beat you up? Why are you treating me like i am poison, haven't i always been thee for you when nobody else cared if you lived or died. You my as well just give in. Nobody will want you anymore. Not after i have had you for this long. I am Heroin, i  will make her do anything it takes to keep me from causing her this pain.
She doesn't want to listen to Heroin's ugly voice. She has heard it all 100s of times before and she knows it is all lies. Everytime she listens to Heroin, look at the grief it causes her. She is fighting the voices so strongly. She keeps looking at the picture of her babies, their smiling trusting hopeful faces and she keeps praying to God out loud to keep her strong enough so she can get herself through this just one more time.
Finally she sleeps.
It has been 4 days now, She is not feeling very swell, she stinks, her room stinks. She doesn't remember shitting herself. Too wobbly to walk 4 doors down to the shower today.
She wonders if anyone is worried about her. Do they think she has become another one of the MISSING.
She lays her head down and sleep comes easy.
One week and she is feeling confident that she is going to beat it this time. She is all showered and clean, she has scrubbed her little room from top to bottom. Her babies and the social worker will be at the Mac Donalds for a half hour visit in 2 more sleeps.  Yes, even the little girl child is waking up inside of her.
She needs coffee. What she really needs is sugar but, it is good for her to want to get out of her little room for awhile.
 
It is sudden and it is likely going to take a few tries at getting it right.
More often than not, your scared, sick and have no support from anyone you trust. Maybe not even anyone you know. Many times it is not by your own choice to make these choices.
Here i am again, in the hands of another stranger, giving up my control or, having it taken away from me. I am being expected to just trust and open up my whole life to "them".
People don't do that with people they are dating and really see a future with. Not in the first 24-48-72 hours.
 
As well, we carry the; "They" know all about me, all the "bad" stuff about me. Nobody ever writes about the nice things i do".
 
Go ahead, go spill everything about yourself to a perfect stranger. Worse, someone who has total control over your life. Then try giving up any one of your "comforts" HABITS for 30 days..
That cold beer with the guys after work, that glass of wine after you have your kids in bed. The poker game next Friday night.
Change your entire lifestyle, the people you know and trust, your environment. Even for one week.
 
Your right, you don't have to but, the question remains, could you, would you and how easy do you think it would be if you did?
 
Kind of like applying for a job selling lumber and being allocated the position as architect on the multi-complex project the lumber is being sold to build. Good luck with that.
That is a big job and could you walk confidently just breezing into it or through it?
Would you get it built on your first try? Would you ask for help and try to become educated in the field of Architectural Design?
 Do you have the tools for a trade you don't employ yourself in? Would you know how to use them?
 
That is how i compare the immediate and impossible many of have been and still are being challenged with.
 
This may be an extreme example however, it is how i would like some of you more fortunate, educated and supportive to begin understanding addictions & prostitution. The difficulties of getting help and knowing how to manage it in order to make healthy changes and choices for ourselves.
 
For us, it is generally poly (multiple) changes and again, often we are committed to making them overnight.
If you go from working Lowtrack, shooting heroin and using the washroom in the gas station to bathe yourself, sleeping in the alley behind a dumpster because it is a good windbreak To; being welcomed into a community program where you are given a bed, sheets, a shower or bath with lots of hot water, personal hygiene products, warm PJs and a cup of hot Tea. 
That transition is difficult. Often it is comes via a trip to detox or jail and who is going to like that getting right off the bus.
When we are ready to welcome the first two residents into Annette's Place. There is nobody going to just trust me, relax or settle in right away. Maybe never and i can accept that. I haven't wanted to stay every place i wound up either and, if i didn't like it, i left..
 
All anyone can do is try. I would never feel human again in my life if the lives of at least 26 other women were not worthy of my abilities to stand up on their behalf.
 
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Mountains 5

 Since the early 1980s, at least 63 Women have vanished from Vancouver's Downtown Eastside. Many went missing before 1980 however, it was only when the numbers became undeniable did people start talking out loud. Still, it was not until many years later that people started listening. It goes without saying, people will continue to talk about this genocide for a very long time.
 
Since February 22 2002 and the arrest of Robert William Pickton then 52, 30 woman's DNA has been identified and, from that DNA it has been confirmed that 26 of the missing were in fact murdered on the Port Coquitlam known as "The Pig Farm".
The property is jointly owned (was inherited) by Robert William "Willy" or "Willie" Pickton and his 2 siblings; Brother David Francis Pickton and Sister Linda Louise Wright after their parents died in the 1970s.
On July 26 2003, the last building on the former "pig farm" was demolished. A lone brick chimney was all that remained of the site where the murders of at least a dozen women are alleged to have taken place.
Robert "Willy" Pickton is alleged to have murdered all 26 women.
 His trial for 6 of the murdered women is due to begin in January 2007.
No, Canada does not have the Death Penalty.
 
It has been reported that most of the 26 women murdered on "The Pig Farm" were "drug-addicted prostitutes" known to be from a "seedy area". More often referred to as the poorest most crime and drug infested 10 blocks of Vancouver. The Downtown Eastside.
In 1988 it was averaged i death by drug overdose and statically the highest in Canada.
 
LOWTRACK: is infamous for its "KIDDY STROLL" featuring "prostitutes" (children) as young as 11 years old.
Some of the "Prostitutes"  (children) are clearly visible and out working on the streets while many others are "secured" by their Pimps in special "trick pads" (mattress shacks).
I will include a media reported story in the future...
 
While the sexual, racial and social status of Robert Picktons alleged victims dominates their descriptions in the news - little to no consideration of their personal lives has made it into print.
I would like to report that all women unfortunate to have found their way to the area known as lowtrack are all very special people in their own way. Exploited, mentally ill, homeless, hungry, hardened, addicted and some start out simply thrill seeking but, every person is a story that deserves to be told. We are all born with purpose and from my personally knowing 2 of the murdered women, they served theirs in the same many ways every other woman does.
Good Fortune and Circumstance is all that separates so many of us.
 
It is constantly misreported that "They" were from the Downtown Eastside. 80% of the murdered woman were born and raised outside of Vancouver and came from the same nice towns and communities as you and i. Campbell River, Alert Bay, Sparwood, Victoria, some were not even born or raised in British Columbia.  
 
Robert William "Willy" Pickton may have been charged with the MURDERS of 26 Women but there is still DNA evidence linking more of the missing women to the "pig farm". However there is not enough material evidence to support additional murder charges against Pickton.
 
Let us not go to sleep tonight believing only one monster thrived upon the misfortune and vulnerability of desperation.
Pickton has been in jail awaiting trial since 2002. We are now in the year 2007,  British Columbia sex-trade workers are still going missing and many are being found dead.
Unfortunately some prostitutes will never be reported because really; who is going to report that competition "Candy" no last name or address didn't show up for "work" this morning?
               
Edmonton Alberta: January 2007  Suspected Prostitute serial killer arrested... Info.. to follow
 
 

White Glass Spinning Star

                              In Memory Of
 Pamela Jean George  February 27, 1967 - April 18, 1995 
                             Cougar - Ghost Spirit
 Pamela was a Sauteaux Woman originally from Sakimay Indian Reservation north of Regina. She was the eldest of 6 children and the product of a broken home. Pam left school in grade 9 and moved to Regina.
As a 28 year old single mother her life was marred by violence and economic insecurity.
 Pamela lost her 2 year old son in a 1989 Drowning accident and her friends say she would "work" twice a month as a prostitute to help support her other 2 children, daughters aged 5 and 10 years old.
Pam loved her family very much and was always there for them.
 Pamela George is now the victim of a tragic and violent homicide. 
She was sexually abused and beaten so badly that her family could not open the casket for her funeral.
 
Alex Dennis Ternowetsky (19) son of (Social Work)University Professor and Steven Tyler Kummerfield (20) son of former NDP Cabinet Minister were arrested and charged with First Degree Murder.
After a 6 week trial and 2 days (12 hours) of Jury deliberation, both men were convicted of MANSLAUGHTER and were sentenced January 3, 1996 to 6 1/2 years each by Justice Ted Malone.
 
INJUSTICE FACTS: fuelled by liquor and testosterone, Ternowetsky and Kummerfield admitted: April 17, 1996 they met up, left the suburbs and headed for downtown Regina, shared a 40 ounces of Southern Comfort, after 11:00 pm they bought a 12-pack of high alcohol beer from a downtown beer outlet, with specific intent they cruised the streets "looking for  a Hooker". After being rebuffed by several prostitutes, one of the men hid in the trunk of the car. 
Pamela George was approached by what to her what must of appeared one clean cut young man and was lured into the car belonging to Steven Kummerfield's father.  Pamela was taken to a remote area near the Regina Airport, terrorized and after she performed oral sex on the men then was hauled out of the car and beaten to death.
Testimony reads that when Kummerfield let Ternowetsky out of the trunk, it was then Pamela started to scream and tried to escape.
The 2 men caught her and returned her to the car where Pamela then performed oral sex on the men. Then they hauled her out of the car and they both beat her to death. In court the men admitted telling Ms. George they would kill her if she didn't have sex with them.
The next day when a friend asked Kummerfield what he had done the night before? "not much" was the reply. "we drove around, got drunk and killed this chick". Under cross examination, the witness qualified the statement by quoting "i think we killed her"
Ternowetsky also told a friend after Ms. George's body had been discovered that "she deserved it, she was an Indian"
 
Both men admitted beating Ms. George but claimed she was alive when they left her battered and face down in a muddy field.
An autopsy showed Pamela George suffered a broken nose, swollen eyes and hands, and had cuts on her face and lips, numerous bruises that covered her upper body, especially her head.
Dr. Modesto Escanlar testified for the crown that Ms. George's injuries were consistent with blows from a blunt object.
Pamela Jean George died of Brain-Stem Hemorrhaging.
 
Mr. Bourgeault, a Me'tis Professor of Sociology at the Saskatchewan Federated Indian College said; "They wanted to have sex with her and then give her a licking" "It appears Ms. George's killers are part of a generation that despite its apparent privilege, sees little hope for the future"
 
INJUSTICE INSANITY
Judge Ted Malone told the jury it would be "very dangerous" to convict the pair to First Degree Murder and instructed the jury to remember that George was "indeed a prostitute" when considering whether she consented to the sexual assault. Consent was important in determining whether the young men should be convicted of Manslaughter rather than First-Degree Murder.
 
COMMUNITY WARNING
Kummerfield (24) was paroled November 10, 2000 after serving just under 4 years in New Brunswick because officials feared for his safety in a Saskatchewan prison where there is a large native population.
He was released to a Vancouver 1/2 way house.
By now they have both blended back into our society.
Let us hope they are blending in as pro-social productive members with healthy sane attitudes about women and and sex because they could be living right next door to you, your daughter, your granddaughter, your mother or your wife.
After 4 years in prison as a 19 - 20 year old sex offender it is possible if not likely their sexual appetite is more likely sedated in the raping of young boys.
 
Visit the website dedicated to Pamela Jean George.