So this is how so many little black girls go missing; abused, sex slave, or worse, murdered.
4:08pm May 1, 2019
Hollins Street, Baltimore City
Now-a-days I find myself driving through Baltimore City at least 5x more than I used too and seeing more realities of Urban life than I may have been prepared for. It's hard. They live hard, poor, poverty-stricken lives and more than a few are numbed with alcohol and drugs.
Moments ago, I drove pass a 6/7yo girl on Hollins Street sitting on the step, outside of what may have been her apartment building. She looked sad and abandoned. We caught eye contact so I Immediately slowed up, and once I saw 4 men on the corner (less than 20ft from her) I quickly put my car into reverse.
"Are you okay Baby?.. Do you need anything?.. What about a phone call? Do you need to use the phone to call anyone?" Her head kept shaking, no. No. No. "Alright Honey..." For a moment I sat, seeking more questions, more ways to help but nothing came to me. We both continued to helplessly look on to one another. Before it became awkward, I said “okay, Baby” once more as I began to pull off and cry uncontrollably.
If I had one gift, one purpose, then I'd like to believe that one was to contribute to society providing unity and love through the art of photography.