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Free Bunny… Christine McDonald

Posted in #PaulthePoke, Christine "Clarity" McDonald with tags , , , on April 4, 2020 by paulthepoke

Most folks on camp called me by my street name, Ellie, instead of Christine. With my high–country Oklahoma twang and long, blond hair, “Ellie” seemed like a fitting nickname. A nickname was a little less personal on the streets and in prison, so I was good with that. Somehow having folks call you by a pseudonym helped you disassociate from what you were doing, from experiences you were enduring, and from who you really were deep inside. It was one of the ways we protected our deepest, innermost selves.

Anyway, the white shirt had us searched. “Where’s the critter, Ellie?” There were a couple of officers there, so we knew we were totally caught. As they pulled our lockers out, the white shirt said, “I have no idea how you guys kept this thing hidden, but it’s going.”

CeeCee cried. I was shocked she had such a soft side most did not know about. I was even more shocked she allowed these officers to see her emotional attachment to the bunny, but I knew the secrets that CeeCee carried; I knew the weight of the cross she lived with daily. I had tears in my eyes, but I tried to maintain an appearance of indifference so they wouldn’t see they had taken our joy along with the rabbit.

Bunny had become quite tame. How on earth was he to survive outdoors? It was fixing to rain. The white shirt was on the radio calling for someone to come and get the rabbit, and we were getting a prison violation. CeeCee was overcome with tears after I said Bunny couldn’t make it in the wild.

The white shirt said, “That’s not my problem. You should have thought about that before you took it out of its habitat.”

I explained that the rabbit would have been killed by the mower.

“That’s life,” said the white shirt. “That’s how things work.”

CeeCee asked if she could please at least walk our Bunny to the fence with a guard and let him go, so that he might have a chance to survive without being killed by our prison grass mowers. No one spoke. Then, as we exchanged glances and waited for an answer, the white shirt radioed and said, “Disregard.” It was still open yard time for the rest of the prison; only our housing unit was on lockdown. The white shirt said, “Get your bunny.”

CeeCee and I both started to walk out, but the guard said, “Just one of you walks that bunny to the fence.” Then she said, “And don’t make a scene.”

CeeCee, being generally more calm and laid back than me, was surely the better choice. I saw the tears she shed in front of the officers, and I knew she needed to set the bunny free for her own peace of mind. Although I was attached as well, I knew I’d be okay. She let Bunny go. There were houses with children within sight of the prison yard, so we hoped for the best for our bunny…

To be continued…

Contact Information:
Christine C. McDonald
636-487-8986
Christine.CryPurple@gmail.com

“Love your neighbor, all of ’em.” -Christine Clarity McDonald

https://crypurplemovie.com/

Our Friend Bunny… Christine McDonald

Posted in #PaulthePoke, Christine "Clarity" McDonald with tags , , , , , on March 28, 2020 by paulthepoke

CeeCee and I were the same age. From time to time, we looked out for each other on the corner of Gladstone Boulevard and Independence Avenue. We would often hang together in between dates, neither of us having a place to call home or a place to go inside, away from the elements. Once, we were arrested in a sting and transported together to the police station.

CeeCee had been in California for years working the streets of L.A., but she bounced back and forth to Kansas City, as that is where her family lived. She hoped that one day her family could look beyond the shame they felt for her prostitution. She longed for reconciliation with them.

At one point, CeeCee and I were in prison together, so we put our names on the list to be cellmates. Soon we were sharing a cell in an old prison that had crank windows we were allowed to open. And there was grass we were allowed to walk on. It was great.

Most other prisons wouldn’t allow you to open windows or walk on the grass. In fact, it was a conduct violation to walk on the grass, and the windows—well, they didn’t open.

One day, when the grass was being cut, the yard crew discovered some baby bunnies. The bunnies were a ray of hope to so many women in prison, many with families or hopes for families, many who had children who had been taken from them, many with families that had, like CeeCee’s, disconnected from them due to their incarceration and the shame it brought on the family. The bunnies somehow filled in the wells of hurt and loneliness. They gave us the connection of something to love and to care for.

CeeCee and I chose to adopt one. We had other girls who worked in the chow hall steal food for us. We cleaned out a metal footlocker and lined it with an old towel and grass we’d picked. At night when we were on lockdown, we would take out our bunny (which we had named simply “Bunny”) and hold it. During the day, we would go out to what we called Blubber Beach. It was where we girls could touch the grass and lie and bake in the sun—still in our prison–gray uniforms, but nevertheless enjoying the grass and the warmth of the sun. When we were there, we would take Bunny out. We stashed him between our breasts to get him out of the housing units. We would lie in the grass and watch Bunny enjoy it with us.

Soon, however, Bunny got bigger and needed to get out of the little locker we had made his home. At first, we had put a rolled–up towel across the floor at the door of the cell to insure that Bunny didn’t make it underneath. But as Bunny got bigger, it grew harder to keep him a secret.

CeeCee and I took turns. We worked different shifts in the prison, so it was easy for us to keep our soft, furry friend to ourselves. But Bunny grew, as all babies do, and we could no longer hide him in our bras to go outdoors. As time went on, we were leaving Bunny out to explore our prison cell more frequently. So the word got out that we had a pet baby rabbit in the state penitentiary, one we had kept and had taken care of for a couple of months. One of the girls told a white shirt, and our housing unit was put on lockdown. The white shirt came to our cell after the unit was locked down…

To be continued…

Contact Information:
Christine C. McDonald
636-487-8986
Christine.CryPurple@gmail.com

“Love your neighbor, all of ’em.” -Christine Clarity McDonald

https://crypurplemovie.com/

Real Friends in Times of Need… Christine McDonald

Posted in #PaulthePoke, Christine "Clarity" McDonald with tags , , , on March 13, 2020 by paulthepoke

What makes the simple act of shaming or blaming people complicated is the knowledge that they each had a specific history, and the more we know about it, the easier it becomes to understand why they did what they did. —Richard Holloway, Godless Morality

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One of God’s greatest gifts to us during times of crisis, struggle, or tragedy is the “family” He places in our life to walk with us. Family isn’t always our blood relatives. Proverbs 17:17 says it best: “A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need.” (NLT)

There are some who use emotional withdrawal as a means of correction or to demonstrate displeasure with a loved one’s actions or choices. Some might think of it as a shunning. If you don’t conform or comply, then you are refused the affection, concern, help, or attention you desire and we all crave.

This mentality raises the question: Is it real love if it so easily and willingly manipulates? Isn’t love unconditional in its gift? This isn’t to say that all actions are approved or all choices are overlooked. But doesn’t real love look like something altogether different than a conditional carrot we dangle and make available only for those who comply?

When Christ laid down His life for this world, it was a free gift. It was given for any who would accept it. He never asks us to get our act together before we accept His love. In fact, His love is what changes us. It shapes and molds us, conforming us more and more to His image. The only condition placed on His love is that we accept it. In fact, if we ignore it, He pursues us still.

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If we view love as something that can be taken advantage of, then perhaps we’re going about it all wrong. Love should be so free that it can’t be stolen. Love is the most renewable resource we have. It is priceless, powerful, conquering—it is all the things an evil world would love to harness and put a price on. But it is also incorruptible. The best the world can do, then, is mimic real love. It is this pseudo love that controls, extorts, destroys, dominates, and demands submission from others.

Let’s take a minute to think about those tougher relationships in our lives. Proverbs 18:24 says, “There are ‘friends’ who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother.” (NLT) What kind of friend are we to the world around us, particularly to those who are hurting? Are we willing to get a little mud on our shoes by hanging in there with someone on their worst days? Are we willing to be their voice? To speak their last words and tell their story?

“Love your neighbor, all of ’em.” -Christine Clarity McDonald

Contact Information:
Christine C. McDonald
636-487-8986
Christine.CryPurple@gmail.com

https://crypurplemovie.com/

Rats!!! -Christine McDonald

Posted in #PaulthePoke, Christine "Clarity" McDonald with tags , , on February 28, 2020 by paulthepoke

Leviticus 11:29 “And these are unclean to you among the swarming things that swarm on the ground: the mole rat, the mouse, the great lizard of any kind…”

The fact is, those years just ran together. Often, I didn’t even know the date until I was arrested again and asked what the date was—or even what year it was. I remember police officers over the years sometimes driving by and yelling, “Hey, Ellie, do you know it’s Thanksgiving?” or “Hey, it’s Christmas!” Otherwise, I would have had no clue at all. I gauged the time of day by the traffic, by the tricks’ cars, by the “set,” but was otherwise unaware of time. Funny, huh?

Anyway, that night in the abandominium, I remember the pain as I woke up screaming, in fighting mode. I thought I was about to be raped, attacked, or robbed. I knew there could be one or many attackers. If we prostitutes fell asleep in the street, on a sidewalk, in the park, or in an abandoned building like this one, we often became victims of rape while we were asleep, totally unaware and unable to wake up, sometimes for two or three days at a time. Often junkies would have their way with us when we were in that state, men who knew we were prostitutes. Somehow they justified the rape to themselves because we were prostitutes and were asleep. Some of us prostitutes would never wake up at all.

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But nothing like that was happening this time. As a gleam of light came in through the missing bricks, I saw that my attackers were rats. One of them had bitten my face. I had fallen asleep in mid–chew of the lunch meat. I’m sure the winter months were hard on the rats, too.

Screaming, I squeezed myself through the hole left by the missing bricks. Back on the block, I hastily sneaked into a backyard and found a water spigot. I splashed water on my face, rinsing off the warm blood that was still running down my cheek, cleansing my dirty, blackened hands. I then drank from the cool, clean water.

All the horror seemed to stop for just a moment as my hungry, thirsty, used–up body savored the taste of the water. I often wonder if those people had a clue how many times they may have saved me, and who knows how many others, just by having that spigot there.

Being bitten by rats in my sleep sounds like something out of a horror movie, yet it was a reality of the world in which I lived. As with each nightmarish experience, I somehow survived this too. This was just another one. I shook it off, telling myself that this was just how life was for folks like me. I jumped on a corner, figuring that if I got high, I could shake off the heebie–jeebies from seeing those rats, and all would be well.

Humans and rodents alike seemed like my nemesis. Could there ever be life for someone like me outside of this darkness? Could one ever make it to the shore after being submerged into a life of prostitution? At that time, I dared not entertain such thoughts.

John 4:13-14 Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

Contact Information:
Christine C. McDonald
636-487-8986
Christine.CryPurple@gmail.com

“Love your neighbor, all of ’em.” -Christine Clarity McDonald

https://crypurplemovie.com/

Christine McDonald, American View Points

Posted in #PaulthePoke, Christine "Clarity" McDonald with tags , on February 14, 2020 by paulthepoke

Revelation 18:11,13 And the merchants of the earth weep and mourn for her, since no one buys their cargo anymore, cargo of gold, silver, jewels, pearls, fine linen, purple cloth, silk, scarlet cloth, all kinds of scented wood, all kinds of articles of ivory, all kinds of articles of costly wood, bronze, iron and marble, cinnamon, spice, incense, myrrh, frankincense, wine, oil, fine flour, wheat, cattle and sheep, horses and chariots, and slaves, that is, human souls.

For about 17 years, Christine McDonald was sold for sex. Now she’s a human trafficking survivor who uses her experience to help others escape “the life”. McDonald explains some of the ways predators find their victims and trap them in the human trafficking underground. Listen to Christine as she discusses the issue with Mike Ferguson on his show.

https://american-viewpoints.simplecast.com/episodes/show-2-segment-4-christine-mcdonald?fbclid=IwAR3hQl_7ntm0u2QiTn169ZJV7sWbtR1OaKvVfCwrsNS7YODDRkFLft6S_iA

For those who are interested in more of Christine’s discussion with Mike Ferguson, check out the link below at Christinesvision.org

Christine also has three additional appearances listed for your listening pleasure.

http://www.christinesvision.org/media.html

Christine is available to Keynote, present a workshop or consult with your Agency, Corporation, Church or Community on a variety of topics including, but not limited to:

  • Human Trafficking and Commercial Sexual Exploitation
  • Safe relational street outreach for Homeless individuals experiencing substance abuse disorders and commercial sexual exploitation
  • Understanding the “Demand” that fuels human trafficking and the commercial sex industry and ways to address it
  • Residential recovery programs for adult trafficking survivors
  • Helping the judiciary system understand symptomatic charges and identify victims of human trafficking
  • Helping medical professionals and hospital systems identify and engage with individuals who deal with substance abuse disorders and are potential victims of human trafficking
  • Substance abuse disorders and recovery
  • Homelessness related topics
  • Topics around formerly incarcerated persons and reentry
  • Inclusion for those with disabilities/ blindness in the workplace, church and the community
  • Parenting as a blind, single parent
  • Passing policy at the local, state and federal level
  • The harms of pornography 
  • Her narrative and testimony
  • Faith based presentations and The Word
  • Engaging with those who have come from harm in the church

Contact Information:
Christine C. McDonald
636-487-8986
Christine.CryPurple@gmail.com

“Love your neighbor, all of ’em.” -Christine Clarity McDonald

https://crypurplemovie.com/

Weathering the Storms of Life… Christine McDonald

Posted in #PaulthePoke, Christine "Clarity" McDonald with tags , , on January 31, 2020 by paulthepoke

Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well–housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hunger–worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world. ―Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

Have you ever felt so overwhelmed by life or a circumstance that you lacked the ability to see your way through? Perhaps you’ve just come through such a storm.

Oftentimes we can look back at those moments and marvel at how God brought us through. Each time we survive, we become a little bit tougher. Each experience gives us the grit to hold on just a little bit longer than the
storm before.

Now, flip the script and imagine your life was the storm, and the reprieves were few and far between. This is the life I describe in the following story.

Even in those dark moments, God was present in my suffering, just as He is in yours. It can be difficult to picture God in such a dark place, yet we know that nothing can separate us from His love (Romans 8:38). His love is right there with us.

As you journey with me in this story, keep your eyes open for His provisions. They may seem small, but they meant everything to my survival and ability to hold on just a little bit longer.

What are some ways He has provided for you and sustained you that might have seemed insignificant to an outsider, but meant everything to you? What are ways you can share little moments, little things, that might mean the world to someone else?

“Love your neighbor, all of ’em.” -Christine Clarity McDonald

We hope you will join us on the journey of getting her story on film. To book Christine for a public speaking engagement or purchase the CRY PURPLE book, click on the link below.

http://www.christinesvision.org/

https://crypurplemovie.com/

Cry Purple, Coming Soon

Posted in #PaulthePoke, Christine "Clarity" McDonald with tags , on January 17, 2020 by paulthepoke

Featuring Christine McDonald

4 years ago this month, Anita Cordell asked Christine if she could make her story into a movie. 4 years of working, planning, writing, crying, & laughing all have led to now. We can now see the light. Last night, the estimated budget for the film was sent to Anita, the Producer/Director of Cry Purple the movie.

For those new & old to the page, I feel it is time! SO, HERE WE GO!! Please prayerfully consider helping in any way to get Christine McDonald’s story made into a film. If you are donating, as of right now, donations will continue to go through one of our fiscal sponsors One by One Project off of the Cry Purple website. Investment opportunities are also available. Please share, share, share. We are available to meet with your church leaders for fundraising opportunities. Exciting things ahead.

In the video below, Anita Cordell, Producer & Director of Cry Purple movie, sits with Christine McDonald, author of the book Cry Purple to share a little about the film and to ask you to join them in helping make this amazing true story. The film is a picture of what Christine’s life was like on the streets of Kansas City, as well as her journey from addiction to the life of a mother, including her journey to blindness.

WON’T YOU JOIN US?   The Cry Purple movie team needs help in raising $247,420 to make this film.  This is a budget for an ULB SAGE film shooting in Kansas City and we need this story told. Won’t you consider helping? Click on the link below for more information regarding the movie production.

https://crypurplemovie.com/

The CRY PURPLE movie will be based off of the book, Cry Purple, and true story, written by Christine McDonald. The movie will be adding in scenes and people, therefore, in the coming months, a re-release of the book will be announced, including these new scenes.  Christine’s story is her journey through homelessness, crack addiction and prison.  But, it doesn’t end there. We also walk with her through blindness, motherhood and happiness.  This story is from the heart and is an eye-opening view of life on the streets and beyond. Your heart will be stirred, moved to action, and inspired.  

Christine McDonald is an internationally recognized author and speaker on the social injustices facing under served populations today.  As a survivor of human trafficking, homelessness, and addiction, Christine -now blind as a result of a disease that forced her to choose between her unborn child and her eyesight- is on a mission to bring justice and awareness to the forefront of social change through education and unconditional love. 

We hope you will join us on the journey of getting her story on film.  To book her or purchase the CRY PURPLE book, click on the link below.

http://www.christinesvision.org/

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