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The Great Divide: Crime and Juveniles

Kingston too

Once upon a time not so long ago, I worked with drug users, coked out prostitutes that many pass on the streets, dirty, shabby, some HIV Positive and looking worthless.  Not only did I work with them, I listened to them, shared my lunch and dinner with them, hugged them, wiped their tears.  I saw a few who were accepted into ‘rehabilitation’, but one in particular stuck with me.  She had gotten hooked on crack by her lover, who then put her into prostitution to both support her developed habit and ofcourse for his profit. She was a very intelligent, educated, a former business owner…her life was perfect until she met the wrong man.  The day I convinced her and the man, to allow her to go into therapy, was one of the happiest days of my life as I walked her into getting help, and tracked her progress.  To…

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