You Talk, We Die: the battle for Victoria's first safe injecting facility

‘They should do something,’ I groaned. Then a frightening prospect — they might be me! What the hell could I do?

In July 2016, inner-city resident Judy Ryan found a young man — one of ‘her regulars’ — slumped and quiet at her gate. He had overdosed from heroin. Fortunately, that man lived. But Judy had reached breaking point. After four years in a ‘war zone’, where children might encounter a body on the streets, enough was enough.

Knowing little about what she was getting into, but fired wi...