Atlanta's a great city, man. Every city has it's ups and downs, but for me and my healing process, Atlanta's been a great city. I've been in and out of Grady and Emory hospitals having research done and tests done.
I've been a working girl for a very long time. I grew up in Ben Hill. I learned the streets at 14 years old right here on MLK and Fulton Industrial and now I'm 43.
This story contains graphic descriptions of molestation. I fight everyday of my life, but here's the messed up part, Brent [crying hard] when you get sober all these feelings are coming back that I'm used to medicating... what do you do? What do you do when you have to deal with this shit...
I pulled over and gave her a copy of the book. She read her story and was moved. I told her how much I thought her story helped people. She was really happy. I was really happy.
So I was sixteen driving around in a brand new Lincoln Continental. My stepfather gave it to me because I was playing the game. When I graduated I was supposed to go to University of Louisville or Tennessee.
My family always take care of me no matter what. I think that has a lot to do with me still being out here. My mom will send me money and pay up my motel room. They don’t know no better.
You’re giving someone $1000-$1500 a day and for him to just down me, down me, down me, all the time. I tried to be whatever he wanted me to be.
I want people to know who I am but the way trans people are treated… someone finds out that I am and they could fucking kill me.
some things have happened. Like he hit me once or twice but he apologized after that happened. He cried and said “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” And now I’m having a child from him. I want a boy.
I had to give him up for adoption because I had thoughts that shouldn’t be there. In other words, I prefer not to be around little boys.
BW: So, you were worried about doing to him what had been done to you? Did you voluntarily give him up?
Betty: Yes. I broke the chain.
She was my motivation and when she passed away, that’s when things started going down hill. I started using marijuana and popping pills. Then it went to doing cocaine. Then I moved back from Peurto Rico to here and started using methamphetamine.
For a long time I tried to keep everything as clean and perfect as possible, so that nobody would get angry. After a while I realized that it wasn’t working, so I started doing other things. I self injured [cut] for a while. I wanted a way to control the kind of abuse that was directed towards me. If I abused myself, at least it was me choosing it.
The Hidden South has always been about exposing the truth and having a conversation about tough issues that lie beneath the surface. When these issues that are buried in silence are brought to the surface, we have a real opportunity to change and better our world.
Yesterday, police in Montgomery County, GA posted this picture bragging of their arrest of Hank Ogle and the confiscation of these marijuana plants. I, with thousands of other people, were collectively angered, bewildered and frustrated by this action.
Here's a podcast that I did a while back with the fine folks from Success Freaks. We talk about pimps and Prince and next steps for the project and much more. I love doing podcasts. More podcasts please!
For the last couple of months I've been working on a new part of the project. I'm creating a journal. Each issue will focus on a different subject. The story of the subject will be told by a collection of...
I truly felt like Howard himself had graciously welcomed me to his family, given me a seat at the table, and nourished me back to health. I don't believe I've ever felt the presence of someone who has passed as strongly as I felt his on that Sunday. He may not be physically among the living anymore, but he is very much alive and well in that garden.