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Allan believes the 29 missing prostitutes could have been killed at sea. Prostitutes are often lured onto ships at the Vancouver harbor with promises of free heroin and eager johns, but end up as sex-slaves in a heroin daze until they are thrown overboard. Authorities see this as a possibility. “Whether the boats could be involved is one of the possibilities we’re looking into,” said police spokeswoman Anne Drennan. Allan knows, from conversations with prostitutes at the Safe House, that the ships play a pivotal role in their lives.
“Many of the women I’ve talked to have been on the boats,” she said. “Many of these sex-trade workers are heavily into heroin addiction, desperate for their next fix. Also remember, something like 95 percent of all the heroin coming into Canada hits the shore first right here in Vancouver.” Sailors make a large percentage of the prostitute’s clientele. Consequently, it’s not uncommon for them to go on a boat. Once onboard the women are kept captive as the ship’s sex-toy. Some escape, others, who knows.
Allen says that usually the younger women whose drug habits raging are out of control are the one’s that end up in the ships. “The lure of the drugs,” she says, “the lure of being able to do more dates” gets the women to work the port. Many of those who go on the boats try to have someone “keep their six” — a street expression meaning watching their back. In a story related to Allan at the drop-in center, one woman was locked in a cabin in a Filipino freighter with a big block of heroin and was only let out after her friend “keeping her six” — a Russian sailor — threatened to go to the police with pictures of her getting on board.
“It would be very easy to hide someone on a boat,” said Allan. “When you get to open sea and you’re on nightwatch it would be very easy to toss someone overboard.” Women working the streets near the docks told the Calgary Sun they believe the sea slaughter is a feasible explanation for the disappearances. Dumped from freighters and international commercial ships far out in the Pacific Ocean, the bodies would forever vanish. Though, if several men were involved, one would eventually talk. Plausibly, it could be a foreign crew coming into town periodically.
On Portside Park, overlooking the harbor, a memorial stone dedicated to all the Downtown Eastside murder victims has been unofficially made into an altar in honor of the missing women. There Wayne Leng remembers with sadness his missing friend Sarah DeVries, a 29-year-old heroin-addicted prostitute who disappeared in 1998. Leng, a 50 year-old automotive technician , was the last person to see her alive. Consumed with finding her, Leng has done everything from plastering posters all over Vancouver’s red-light district to making a web site dedicated to the missing prostitutes.
Warm and friendly, the disappearance of Black Sarah, as she was known by everyone in Vancouver’s red light district, was a particularly hard blow for the Downtown Eastside. Unlike other victims, Sarah came from an upper middle class family who have put the time and energy to bring to attention the enfolding tragedy. DeVries’ sister Maggie, who has been openly critical about the authorities’ attitude, has put a grieving face to the endless cavalcade of unsolved cases. Together with Wayne Leng they have turned Black Sarah into the symbol for the missing .
DeVries, like the 28 other women, was a street junkie and prostitute. Like the others, she was shooting up to $1,000 worth of drugs a day in between tricks. She had HIV and hepatitis. Like the others she worked an area known as the Lower Track where $10 can buy oral sex. Some might even go cheaper, for a pack of cigarettes and a rock of cocaine.
But unlike the others, she came from an affluent family that got involved after she disappeared. DeVries had a restless mind that she revealed in a journal full of poems, thoughts and drawings. In a strange twist of fate, she appeared in a TV documentary where she appears talking to the camera and shooting-up. “When you need your next fix, you’re sick, puking, it’s like having the flu, a cold, arthritis, all at the same time, only multiplied a hundred times,” she said to the camera. Sarah said there are only three ways off the streets. “You go to jail, you end up dead, or you do a life sentence here.”
Here is one of her poems reflecting her tragic struggles with drugs and life on the streets.
Woman’s body found beaten beyond recognition.
You sip your coffee,
Taking a drag of your smoke,
Turning the page,
Taking a bite of your toast.
Just another day, just another death,
Just one more thing for you to forget,
You and your soft sheltered life,
Just go on and on,
For nobody special from your world is gone.
Just another Hastings Street whore.
Sentenced to death.
No judge, no jury, no trial, no mercy.
The judge’s gavel already fallen,
Sentence already passed.
Sadly, Sarah poems will remain as the voice of 29 victims that lived and died on the margins of society, for no fault of their own. She is but another lost life cut short by someone preying on the weak and vulnerable. Someone who sees no value in life: another ruthless predator on the loose.
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