The Magdalene Project

            Karen's Story

I'm 38 with around three months to live. I weigh eighty-seven pounds. God's given me a few good days to live here and there, but the money and fifteen minute hit (if  you're lucky), ain't worth it. See, I couldn't stop either, and probably would still be doing it (crack), if I could get around. I gotta ask myself, "Was it really worth it?"  There are a lot of AIDS going around the city. You're playing Russian roulette. Everyone has a choice. With crack it's the hardest but it all depends on what you want for a life, or if you want one. I tried to be good to everyone but I got screwed over and over and ran through the ringer compared to what others were doing. I was hurt by all the lies and was used and left out in the cold. People truly don't care. You'll soon learn all they saw was money. They knew we could get it and if it wasn't there we were called hoes, or they threw us out into the cold. Think of the lives we messed up, let alone our own. I pray they don't find you beat up again, cut up, or gang raped, as a lot of us have been. We're nothing to people. Wish I had the answer or cure but only God's got that. Only Jesus can stop the nightmare.

KAREN DIED FROM AIDS.

Karen is just one of the women we worked with in "The Magdalene Project." 

Karen had a heart for children. She used to tell me stories about how women involved in drugs used to leave their children in crack houses for days with no food. The other girls used to feed these children peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or anything they could find for the children as the mother's went out on the streets looking for a "hit" of crack or a "john" where they could make some money. 

In Karen's Words...

THE  CHILDREN 

SUFFER

THE MOST!