in ninth grade, armed with natalie grant’s 2006 album awaken, i decided to write a post on human trafficking.
she had gone to india, seen a girl sitting in a cage for sale, come home, written her album, and begun the home foundation (which is now abolition international).
i remember being appalled, being positively horrified, that slavery existed in my country. fourteen thousand was the statistic i had in 2006. fourteen thousand slaves… in the land of the free.
the irony is sickening. plain sickening.
jenna wrote a post yesterday about her story learning about human trafficking – that it does, actually, exist, and that it is happening in our states and towns and very possibly even our neighborhoods and streets.
i remember the day i read in the newspaper about a girl being rescued from slavery in my hometown and nothing – nothing – has made it seem closer to home. the only thing that hits near as close was finding out last year that the super bowl is a major center of prostitution, and many of those women are forced into it by captors.
i really urge you to head over and read jenna’s post. she offers not only her story but some resources for education and action.
if you think this isn’t a big deal, consider that human trafficking is a multi-billion dollar industry internationally, and that it affects american women – mainstream, ordinary american women like you and i – as much as it affects women from other nations.
and consider too, that the average age of beginning prostitutes is 13, 14. children.
our girls are not for sale, not here, not in the rest of the world. thank you, jenna, for reminding us of that.