Some would say they chose the life. Most often it’s the life that chose them.
Whether the 11 women who were murdered between 2001-2005 and found at the West Mesa in Albuquerque in 2009 were all prostitutes will never be known.
Whether they were prostitutes to feed their drug habits will never be known.
Apparently some or all of them frequented a very bad area of town known for drugs and pimping.
According to the TV program on ID there are 12 more women who disappeared and are unaccounted for who may have been murdered as well. The list may even be longer.
These women (actually one girl who was 15) at one time were normal human beings like you and me, if you wish to call me normal, which some of my readers do not.
They came from families who cared for them, still care for them, even though they are gone.
Somebody furnished them their first drugs, in all probability, and it was downhill from there.
That would have set them up for a pimp to feed their habits with drugs, and do anything he asked them to do.
West Mesa was going to be a housing development. Some bulldozer preparation work had been done when the bottom fell out of the housing market, and that halted, at least temporarily.
The city had aerial shots of the development and noticed in what should have been undisturbed areas outside the development that the soil had been disturbed. This after someone found a human bone in the area, and turned it over to the police.
Sandy formations must retain their original shape until some kind of major disturbance comes along like a tornado or hurricane. But Albuquerque is in the path of none of those, perhaps some wind from time to time, and the fact that someone had dug graves remained intact all those years.
Once the initial graves were found, the city of Albuquerque, the police, and the Sheriff’s Department all joined in an excavation of epic proportions to try and find any other bodies, even if the aerial photos showed no other disturbances.
What happened? Did the pimps use the woman until they were no more useful to them, and then brushed them aside? Or maybe killed them. Pimps don’t ordinarily kill. They are in the business of human trafficking in one form or the other, and try to ply their trade in as much secrecy as they can.
They are certainly known among their own kind, but they avoid the police like the plague.
Once the women were “used up”, and the pimp had no further use for them, they were prime to be murdered, because they still had to have their fixes. If the killer stuck 50 bucks in front of them for a night of his supposed pleasure they would have been more than willing. The pimp certainly didn’t keep a list of prostitutes he had had, and probably couldn’t even remember their names, maybe only first names anyway.
They were expendable, and down in the human jungle where they were nobody cared. One of them came up missing, so be it. Maybe they got enough money to leave town, maybe they found a John who liked them, maybe they went for rehab, although the chances of that were slim to none.
The prostitutes remaining had to look out for themselves, and did not have time to be concerned for others, even if some of them had become friends, they didn’t have the resources to find them.
Every woman in that environment became a potential disposable human being. Can you imagine the police having to go to the families of each of these women, and even though they could not say it to the families, knowing in the back of their minds that is what these women had become?
I’m sure it haunted the police every day of the excavation and afterwards, because they thought of a sister or daughter that could have happened to had they been exposed to the wrong individual, for drugs only take one time to be addictive, and to begin the path to destruction, and the person may not even have known they were taking drugs that were in a drink.
Do these women matter? To the families, very much so, for they sit there every day dealing with the fact their loved ones are dead, but also thinking of the life they must have led before they died in a very horrible manner.
Do these women matter? Probably not to anyone who had no connection with them as a relative or friend. There may be those who say they should have turned their lives around in a self-righteous manner that I didn’t do that, why should I feel sorry for them?
I’ve seen no figures on the number of people who are successfully rehabilitated as opposed to those who relapse.
Still it is difficult to say that someone is a disposable human being.