One of the things I love about jet lag is that I, who am not naturally a morning person, wake up bright and early. Thus I found myself wide awake at...
June 20, 2014
June 20, 2014
One of the things I love about jet lag is that I, who am not naturally a morning person, wake up bright and early. Thus I found myself wide awake at 6am this morning. So I laced up my tennis shoes and headed out to walk and pray for this city that I love. I am always surprised that in a city known for it’s nightlife there are plenty of people out and about in the early morning hours. Men are packing bags of ice, street vendors push their carts, trucks full of Burmese construction workers rumble past me, sleepy taxi drivers call out, and school children wait for the bus.
Then I saw her and my heart was broken. A young women, scantily dressed, makeup smeared, clutching her purse close as she walks home. My soul cried out, “When”? “God, when will men stop treating these precious women like they are just another commodity to be bought and used for the night.” I know people argue that prostitution is a victimless crime; that women freely chose to live this life. I don’t believe those people have ever sat and listened to the stories of these women. They don’t hear the heartbreak in their voices as they speak of childhood dreams lost to the harsh reality of poverty. Or worse yet, dreams long forgotten, forever obliterated by night after night of her life being reduced to that of an object to be bargained for. They don’t hear the anguish of broken promises and family pressure that leave a seventeen year old girl feeling as though she has no other options but to sell herself to provide for her family.
These are the harsh realities that have haunted humanity throughout the centuries and across the globe. We are all diminished by the fact that by and large our society either actively denies the harmful effects of prostitution or simply turns a blind eye to its presence. It is time for us to listen, it is time for us to care, it is time for us to speak out! I am here in Patong staging my own resistance to the sex trade, one small act of love and kindness at a time. How about you? Do you speak up when women who are prostituted are mocked and ridiculed? Do you speak up when the word "pimp" is glamorized? How do you find ways in your life to actively resist our world's overwhelming acceptance of the commodification of women's bodies? It takes courage to speak up and challenge a social norm. BE COURAGEOUS!