Thousands of addicted, homeless or prostituted women of color try to survive in the District — the most crime-ridden area of Albuquerque, NM
I’m late and the party is in full swing when I arrive. Several volunteers sorting through donations of clothing, accessories, but shoes go to the front of the line. Tonight one of our generous volunteers sent three shoes without mates. If you are reading this and find them, we’ve set their mates aside please feel... Continue Reading →
The clock is ticking on our billboards so I drove up and down Central Avenue one last time to check them out. Any day now they will be replaced by the next campaign. Despite the promised 1.8 million views, there were only a handful of new leads. No one named the serial murderer. No one... Continue Reading →
We’re setting up, heads and hands buried in the back of the car pulling donation items out and we have a woman asking urgently about bus passes. Do we have any? When are we giving them out? and who is doing the survey? She’s got somewhere to be tonight. If you haven’t seen the shocking... Continue Reading →
The murderer has not been charged The victims have not had justice The families have not had closure This is an active investigation THIS IS NOT OVER. Help to raise awareness - here
‘Twas three days before Christmas, when all thro’ the Fair n’ Square lot. Our clients were picking up gift bags filled with makeup samples, mittens and socks. The tree was decorated and tied to the light pole with care, In hopes that the Healthcare for the Homeless van would soon be there; Then the children showed up. First... Continue Reading →
My partners in crime solving are in the meeting room of the restaurant Flying Star. This location is loosely tied to one of the missing women from our list, Leah Peebles. Leah moved to Albuquerque from Ft. Worth, Texas to start her life over and was working at this Nob Hill location. Leah was last... Continue Reading →
The sex trafficker watching me thinks he is being stealthy. He is standing behind a pole outside the casino we’ve both just left. He’s wearing the typical casino-sex-trafficker outfit — expensive tennis shoes, crisp colored jeans, iron-neat T-shirt, sweatshirt over his shoulders, and a ball cap with no insignia. My day had started with a presentation... Continue Reading →
Most women on the streets of the War Zone will do prostitution at one time or another. Because they aren’t idiots.
Everyone calls it the “War Zone.” It’s a stretch of Albuquerque — no more than 4 square miles — that first earned its reputation in the 1990s. Since then, the nickname has became so ubiquitous the city — in an effort to fight the trend — started a re-branding campaign. Now we’re supposed to call it the “International District.”... Continue Reading →
Women of the District 