HUMAN TRAFFICKERS - "LOWER THAN THE PUSS THAT INFECTS POND SCUM"

     

     I am weakened and undone. I cannot turn my brain off or stop my heart from racing each time I realize that at this very moment a human being – woman, man, A CHILD – is being tortured, raped, and terrorized. 

     In the beginning of my captivity, I begged for my life, cried out to God for someone to rescue me, and tried to hang onto to a thread of hope. I just wanted to go home. After months of unimaginable horrors and several suicide attempts, I resigned myself to the fact that I’d never be free.

     But, because of the bravery one of the girls held captive with me, the police rescued me. And, even though I contracted a rare sexually transmitted virus, Tropical Spastic Paraparesis, that paralyzed me, I am a lucky girl.

     Less than 1% of victims are rescued. This is unacceptable and overwhelming. Why do we let this go on?

     Tragically, once a victim gets too old, their captors murder them or sell them to the highest bidder. Shockingly, traffickers get away with these atrocities.

     We cannot stand by and let these monsters continue their horrific crimes. Please, help spread awareness.

These websites show the many ways you can be involved:

http://www.forbes.com/sites/dailymuse/2012/01/31/take-action-7-ways-to-join-the-fight-against-human-trafficking/

http://www.polarisproject.org/human-trafficking/recognizing-the-signs

A Formerly Abused Child and Sex Slave Victim Speaks Out

It is with the permission of my friend Charlotte that I am posting this link. Please take the time to read it. It will enlighten you to how an abused child thinks about herself as an adult. There are many other enlightening posts on her blog.

Here is an excerpt followed by the link: 

“Which brings me to my own story. Starting when I was about ten, my mother started pimping me. Over and over again, she let men (and sometimes women) rape me and she took money for it.

It is a measure of how badly abused I was that, when the above photo was taken, I thought I looked sexy with my new haircut and elastic-topped dress covered in little pink roses. Not cute. Not pretty. Sexy.

I can tell you that vaginas are beautiful like flowers but I cannot see my own like that. At best, I see it as tainted, defiled, and sick.

At worst, I see it as dead.

I didn't even question it. My life had been destroyed. It was a simple irrefutable fact. Normal women and girls who had not been raped were clean, healthy, and beautiful, but I was not. They deserved and expected to have lovely things happen to them. I did not.” Charlotte Issyvoo

 http://www.sublimemercies.com/2014/01/radiant-orchid-violated-vagina-and.html  

Human Trafficking Generates Over $32,000,000,000 Yearly

A human trafficker can sell a victim over and over and over again into forced labor and forced sex. Merciless in their horrific cruelty, they force many victims to service upwards to twenty men per day and beat them daily.

Please take a stand and help fight to end this atrocity. Doing nothing frees traffickers to thrive. Over 50% of victims are children. 

No one is immune. The next victim could be your sister, your child, your wife, a male, your mother, or you.

You can help. Spread awareness, write your government officials, volunteer some time with an agency working to end this crime, host events in your community or college campus to spread awareness, etc.

Learn more here:

http://www.polarisproject.org/

RAPE IS NEVER THE VICTIM'S FAULT

Rape is never the victim's fault - not if she's drunk, not if she's naked, not if she's wearing a mini-skirt, not if she's a sex slave worker, not if she smiles at him, not if no one believes her, not if she is gay, not if she is a stripper, not if she's is your partner or your wife, not if he's a male, not if she's at a fraternity party and high.

NO MEANS NO!

We must stop victim blaming, change laws, protect victim's rights, and gently help them heal.

A Trafficker Looks Just Like You or Me

Traffickers lurk in plain sight - hanging out in malls, luring victims through chatrooms, snatching runaways off the street, or tricking those living in poverty, promising them a job -

Traffickers look like everyday people -  seeking victims in every corner of the world

A Day in the Life of a Trafficked Child

I used to get so excited when the school bell rang on Friday afternoons. It meant two days of freedom: playing tag with my friends, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going with mom to the store . . .

Now I don’t know where my mom is; it’s dark and cold in this place. All I feel is gross men’s hands doing horrible things to me, torturing me. I feel so dirty. I want to die but I keep on living in this never-ending hellish nightmare.

Why won’t my mom come get me? Where is my daddy? The evil man keeps hitting me with the belt. He says I’m a bad girl.

“Please somebody help me!” My brain keeps screaming over and over and over again.

Nobody comes.