Where They Last Saw Her by Marcie R. Rendon
#MMIW Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women. A novel about women taking charge and putting their hearts, minds, and bodies on the line to care for and about one another. Nothing can stop Quill, not her husband, not the police, nor the traffickers. #MMIWG
Quill was training for the Boston Marathon. Her two running partners were Gaylyn (lives with her younger sister, abused mother, and meth-taking father), and Punk (green mohawk, piercings, and tattoos). These three women witnessed and rescued women who are abducted and abused. They witnessed victims of domestic violence, women who were drugged, and women who were murdered. They rescued women who were raped and discarded, and women who were being trafficked. When Punk was abducted, Quill freed her and brought her captor to justice. Not for the faint-hearted.
The three women joined others in protest, wearing red ribbon skirts.
Quill did all of this against the wishes of her husband, who only wanted Quill and the children to be safe. Even when he moved out and took the children to his sister, Quill stayed the course. Rescuing Punk came first.
Quill learned of the first woman
when she was out running, and Quill heard her scream. Quill found her earring
and used it to identify the missing woman. But could she locate Mabel Beaulieu
and free her from her captors?
Two women were drugged in the casino and taken. One set of abductors was stopped by a security guard when he recognized the drugged woman as his cousin. Quill felt the woman’s neck for a pulse. The woman’s skin was cold and clammy. The edges of her lips were tinted blue. But there was a faint beat. “Get Narcan!” she yelled. The other woman was only seen in a useless video recording.
Two women were abducted, raped, and discarded at the side of the road in their underwear. One froze to death, but Quill rescued the other.
Many of the abusers worked for pipeline companies. We’ve all heard the stories of the man camps out in the Dakota and Canadian oil fields and the increase in missing women. Apparently, these camps are lawless. Men with no families. And they’re protected by the oil companies’ own security forces. … Did that guy take her out in the woods, rape her, and dump her off? Kill her? Take her back to the camp and pass her around? He doesn’t know. Said the attorney for the oil company, all but laughed and said, ‘Boys will be boys.’ Treated Patrick as if being a tribal cop wasn’t being a real cop.
“We’ve been targets since the [white people] arrived here. First war. Then boarding schools. Then foster homes. And Indian women have been targets all the way back to Pocahontas and Sacajawea. Teenage girls taken and used. Women taken and used.” “Makes me sick. We don’t exist. Or if we do exist, we’re expendable. How many U.S. presidents said, ‘The only good Indian is a dead Indian’?”
Alert pings sounded on both phones, breaking the silence in the car. Fingers scrolled like crazy, trying to keep up with the messages pouring in. Child abducted outside Walmart in Duluth—White van grabs child outside Walmart—Child missing after being pulled into van.
This story was set in Northern Minnesota, near Duluth, in the winter. Quill put Cheerios, water, an apple, and gummy fruit snacks into a bag. Living in northern Minnesota meant you never left home for a drive in the winter without extra food, blankets, and good winter boots.
Quill found one abductor and brought him to the police, but not all of them. IN this way, the novel reflects reality. #MMIW, #MMIWG, #NoMoreStolenSisters, and #MMIWG2S
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