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    A big part of my inspiration for The Drug Report was Beth Pearce's amazing film, VOICE OF THE VICTIMS: TRUE STORIES OF ECSTASY AND KETAMINE. The film simply lets the victims of drug tragedies tell their stories. It's real life, it's undeniable, and it's incredibly powerful. I'm sure Beth has saved many, many lives, and it is my hope that this blog will do so as well. To learn more about her film, go to Voice Of The Victims.


    A friend of mine likes to say, "You're entitled to your own opinion, but not your own facts."

    When it comes to drugs, there are lots of opinions out there: Some think drugs are safe and fun, some think they're dangerous and frightening, and many think everything in between.

    But facts are facts, and when someone dies from drugs, or someone is murdered by a person who is on drugs, or is raped by someone who has given them drugs, that's just a fact. Drug users who actively promote drug use rail against these facts, and I expect they'll be commenting regularly on The Drug Report. But they can't change the facts.

Don’t Trust Your Drug Dealer

Posted by Childress on May 29, 2006

The details of Belinda Davey's death are depressingly familiar. In a single night, the young clubber took drug after drug — ecstasy, GHB, speed — and died from simply exposing her body to more than it could stand. What stands out in this story is the behavior of Belinda's drug dealer, who kept dealing while she died, and her friends, who stood by and did nothing.  From The Australian

BELINDA Davey had partied past dawn but she was in no mood to go home. At 7am, the 21-year-old nurse left the Bass Station Rave Club in St Kilda and drove her friends to the Pure Hard Dance Recovery Club, a favourite haunt hidden off a city laneway. Inside the club, Davey met Abraham Welly Wong, a drug dealer who sold GHB (gamma hydroxybutyrate), known as grievous bodily harm, in a nearby basement car park.Friends say Davey had only started taking illicit drugs a few weeks before. But within hours of arriving at the club on February 19 last year, she was dead.

Yesterday, a coroner criticised friends and patrons for failing to call an ambulance when they saw her unconscious in Wong's car.

During her first visit to Wong's car, Davey consumed GHB and ecstasy (she had earlier taken ecstasy at Bass Station).

At 12.35pm, she returned to his car and took speed before going back to the club. An hour later, Davey was back in his front passenger seat.

Davey drank from a bottle containing GHB, a clear, odourless liquid, which police believe she mistakenly thought was water.

She reacted badly, spitting out the liquid. ''You didn't drink from that bottle, did you?'' Wong said, suggesting she take speed to ''neutralise'' the effect. After smoking speed from a ''crack pipe'', Davey subsequently passed out.

Wong, who later insisted he was monitoring her breathing and pulse, gave her more speed by rubbing 1g inside her mouth and around her gums. Nine patrons stood and watched him.

Throughout the afternoon, Davey was left in the car while Wong continued to sell drugs and socialise with friends. Rubin Bevan, a friend of Wong's who was in the car at the time of Davey's collapse, left the carpark and went shopping.

Several patrons suggested Wong call an ambulance but he refused. At 3.15pm, Davey's friend Steven Gibson saw that ''her eyes were half open, and her mouth was half open''.

Another person checked to see if Davey was alive.

''She barely was,'' Mr Gibson later told Victorian Coroner Graeme Johnstone.

''Lee (Wong) said: 'Don't worry, she'll be fine. I've already put half a gram of speed in her mouth.' ''I said, 'No, call an ambulance'. He said, 'No, because it will be all right; I've just spent 300 bucks on this stuff; I've already put in two lots'.''

Gibson said he ''was afraid she was going to die, so I left by myself in a taxi and went home''.

Mr Johnstone said Gibson ''took no positive action to save his friend''.

At 6pm, an off-duty police officer found Davey and called an ambulance crew, who attempted resuscitation. Davey remained in cardiac arrest and, at 6.46pm, was declared dead.  

As one should expect from a drug dealer, Wong saw drugs as the answer to everything. He was wrong.  Had he been more concerned about the fate of Belinda and less concerned about selling drugs, he might have taken her to a hospital where she might have been saved. Also to blame are those who watched.  What gave Wong all the authority in this scene?  Couldn't one of them have placed a call to the police and requested an ambulance? The biggest crime?  Wong's sentence for letting Davies die was just three months. 

One Response to “Don’t Trust Your Drug Dealer”

  1. Hello

    I came across your site through a technorati tag search for GHB. I am a recovering addict. I had been addicted to GHB for over two years. I’ve been clean for just over nine months 🙂

    This post is all the more real to me than you may realize. Once you are in the culture – you are IN the culture. And evening out your brain with the use of various drugs to bring you up or down is all too real and way undereported in the mainstream media. It is all people know when they are using. To combat fatigue take an upper – if it’s too much supress it with a downer.

    What many people fail to recognize is the fear that the user feels if their friend G-holes or blacks out etc… The urge to call the police or an ambulance always considered however because of the stigma attached to addiction and the possibility of getting caught and worse detoxing, causes many to not call 911. In the rave world “you take care of eachother”, “you do it on your own” and “deal with it”.

    For many users, the rave scene and the use of E, G or K may have been the first time they could relax and actually feel something other than angst, depression, anxiety and maybe revisit a child hood that was cut short. I realized sadly, that all of a sudden I could focus and work. My attention span was heightened and many of my fears disapeared.

    I’m sorry to hear that this person dyed. It very well could have been myself and I sometimes wonder how I managed to live, attend college full-time (21 classes for upgrading of my skills), and after graduating work 50 plus hours a week as an art director. I used drugs 24/7 to cope. I thought GHB was safe from all the research I did. I now know differently and am very blatant about it. I have posted on’s forums during my recovery.

    If life doesn’t slow down somewhat, sometime soon, many others unkowingly will succumb to addiction just to keep up with the Jones’. I would also like to say I’m not for or against the use of drugs. What I do beleive in, is education. If you do this… this could happen.

    Saying “Don’t Trust Your Drug Dealer”… as someone who has used a lot of drugs, I must say that it has nothing to do with trust… it has to do with need to survive in this sped up world.

    I am still coming to terms with what happened to me and have some residual anger towards many people, places and things. Most of all though it’s myself that I’m angry at. If you wouldn’t mind I will be creating a page on my website to refer people to sites with information on drug use and addiction. I would like to add your site if possible. I read your sidebar about the facts… that is all I’m trying to understand and I beleive in freedom of information. Feel free to read and browse my site – the notewaorthy, addiction and anxiety categories may be of interest to you and leave a comment behind if you like 🙂

    Kind regards,
    Jessica Doyle

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