At the end, Ella was viewed as a crack whore, when found in such tragic circumstances, by those who knew little about her. A law student, she was bright and full of life. Married and devoted to the love of her life and their adorable son, she was loved to the end . . .
It was one of those unique times when the sheer brutalities of humanity, from every global angle, could be witnessed—evidence that war crimes continue in other disguises. Detroit and its people were trudging through a powerful existential crisis, questioning the very foundations of life and the acts of living. The symptoms of mass neurosis, perpetuating hopelessness deep within its roots, and disparity had been growing—a paradigm of primal survival: eat or be eaten! The once grand Motor City had now all but crumbled. Prosperity had now been replaced with cocaine, crack, heroin, prostitution, and all manner of human slavery—trading bodies, sanity, and souls for food within its many dark alleys for survival. It was an escape from the terrors of the gaping lack of hope, power, and purpose! It’s no wonder then that Ella unwittingly tripped and fell into the fate that became inevitable.