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It’s Glendale, California, early 1930's. Black people know they have to be outside the city limits before dark.
Mama, a civil rights activist before the title had hardly been invented, tells me about the injustice of the so-called “sundown laws.”
Mama tells me about the hardships the sundown laws cause for hardworking people, like the Black maids who work in the big houses in the Rossmoyne district up near the country club. “If they’re not out of town before sundown, they’re harassed by the police, and sometimes they’re picked up and dropped at the city limits. Some of them even... (more)
...the guilt of “thou shalt not”. Looking at the exactness of the laws imposed on me by religion, I saw a certain, weakness, in their application.
Thou shalt not Lie. Really? I will lie till my tongue twists in my head to save you from harm. A man breaks into your house, your wife and kids hide, he asks you, “Where are they?”. OK religious man, you who impose on me your guilt ridden laws, speak up! Tell that man where your family is so he can kill them, or do worse. I laugh at your law now, you should lie!
Thou shalt not kill. Really? Do you know that your very freedom... (more)
... The little girl, Pituca was her nickname, had been left with Wender’s parents to foster, because the young mother was not in any condition herself to bring up the little girl alone.
I couldn’t believe my own eyes; the little darling was Wender all over.
It’s strange how these kids manage to affect your life, especially those whose lives end far too early due to the lives they led on the streets...
Wender’s father always kept telling me how strongly he felt the spirit of his lost son in his home after he’d departed from this earth under such tragic... (more)
Wender belonged to the first group of kids rescued from the streets by me between 1993 and 1995. He was 13 years old at the time.
His story was an incredible one, although not uncommon in a country hosting hundreds of thousands of abandoned and neglected children on the streets of its major cities; himself being lost to the streets after having run away from home at the age of nine together with a young boy from his neighborhood, who already had strong ties with the streets at the time.
Once engulfed by the other kids on the streets Wender was soon indulging in all that is far... (more)
...of the morning, in front of the closed bakery that he had tried to break in to and then forced into the back seat of the killer’s car together with his 11-year old street colleague, Julio César, only to be rushed off to the chosen killing grounds just a few hundred metres from our street kids recuperation centre in the urban outskirts of the city.
Claudiney’s sudden and unexpected death just five months after his younger brother’s killing seemed a mystery for those who didn’t know him better.
I have pondered on those ever since that... (more)
...a continuation of my story on street kids Roney and Claudiney, Surviving The Streets of Brazil....
Roney and his brother Claudiney had just successfully finished a 30-day hospital internment ordered by the juvenile judge, to recover them from a serious drug relapse. Now they were ready to take a short holiday break together with me, my son and some of the other kids in our street migration prevention programme. It would have been an ideal week to re-strengthen our relationship after them both having lost some time to this drug relapse so we were preparing to go to Hummingbird’s small-holding... (more)
...with debts that some day will need to be paid. For a child trying to survive the mean streets of the big cities in Brazil, he would be much safer riding a wild bull at rodeo. Their involvement with the underworld and its multiple criminal activities guarantees that sooner or later these kids will end up spending a good part of their childhood in one of the infamous reform institutions or youth detention centres called Fundação CASA (earlier called FEBEM), or better known as “schools” for developing young, aspiring criminals! That is, if they don’t reach heaven’s doors... (more)
...Children At Risk Foundation Emblems on all sides, slowly trundled up the 800 meters of darkened dirt track winding through lush green undergrowth eerily highlighted on either side only by the cars dusty headlamps, eventually leading us to our small holding and recuperation centre for street kids in Diadema, on the urban outskirts of São Paulo.
I was on my way back with some of our former street kids who had been to a friend’s birthday celebration during the night and whom I had politely pleaded to leave the party as I needed to get some sleep and was not really willing to wait ... (more)
This book is dedicated to my daughters
Nina Durante and Nathalie Durante,
to my Grandma Charlotte Dumas,
and every one who read this book, and see it as one inspiration to wake up and discover who they really are.
“Please never forget that we are spiritual beings having a physical experience here on the planet Earth, and not human having a spiritual experience.”
I want to give a special thank for Alex Moreham who make this book possible with her correction.
Be blessed by the Love and the Light of the Creator, who inspire me to write this book.
... only 9 months when I got pregnant. It wasn't planned, but that's just how things go sometimes. I didn't go back to work in any capacity until my youngest was in kindergarten, that was about a 10 year span. When I did go back to work, I worked out of my home so that I could be at home when the kids got out of school for the day. I haven't worked outside the home since.
I was lucky enough to be able to do this, but it was a trade off in many ways. I didn't make as much money working at home. I didn't have a lot of "adult" interaction when my kids were younger. I had a lot of... (more)