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...post, HCS member David A. Holland '94called Tsai's allegations "raving and ranting...
Instead she moved back home to Washington and met a cafeteria worker named Corey Shackleford. He said he loved her but had a nonnegotiable demand: she must get clean. Holland allows herself a small smile. "He'd led a sheltered life," she says. Nonetheless, that November, four months pregnant, she presented herself at D.C. General. "I told them I was a heroin and cocaine user, and sick and tired of getting high," she says. The hospital enrolled her in the maternal-health project...
...dress a child in a snowsuit to 30 young women, many of whom had never had a snowsuit of their own. "I learned how to feed my children -- how to fix a healthy meal and not feed them hot dogs and beans all the time," says Holland. "I learned you don't have to spank them; you can just talk to them." A woman named Michelle Nielsen became her mentor. "I'd take her to the store or to a prenatal class," says Nielsen. "We talked a lot about God and church...
After a particularly difficult Christmas that year, Holland became discouraged. "I started thinking, 'What if my family doesn't want to be bothered with me?' " She didn't like the weight she was gaining without the drugs that kept her thin. But she managed to keep faith, and on Valentine's Day she and Corey were married. In April she gave birth to a drug-free daughter. In June she regained custody of her first three children. Her current situation is not all roses. "Sometimes I want to pull my hair out," she says. "Housing is really difficult...
...costs of institutionalizing an underclass from cradle to grave, it may be worth calculating the cost of such support. For now, however, there is a symbolic triumph in preventing children from being written off the moment their umbilical cords are cut. And something more than symbolism is occurring in Holland's apartment in Washington's dangerous Northeast neighborhood. A crib stands by the front door; its tenant is holding out her little arms and smiling widely, eyes as big as chestnuts. Holland scoops her up. "I love being a mother now," she says. In her mother's arms, Courtney Rosia...