The Week’s Limit

Today was one of those days where I was just plain angry.  The kind of angry where you come home and immediately start looking for a bottle because you’ve got to have just one drink.  I’ve had it.  I’m angry at individuals, angry at organizations, angry at weak men and vicious traffickers, angry at porous borders, weak judicial systems and lacking laws.  I was on maddened roll at times today and those around me knew it.  For a moment or two I just focused my rage on the unpleasant weather conditions because that seemed the least dangerous outlet for us all.  (If I had a punching bag, I’d just use that… I found years ago that hitting walls isn’t too effective.)

I don’t know what it is… I don’t know what was the straw that broke my back today.  Maybe it’s because I’m preparing for a trip dealing with trafficking victim outreach, maybe it’s because I talked about my own story today… maybe it’s because I heard of a friend involved in the sex industry who isn’t in the best of situations.  I was told of yet another country today where trafficking is ramped and there seems to be no one helping.  I want more of our NGOs and more of our governments.  I want more from myself.

Usually I’m pretty realistic about the fact that we’re not going to be able to help every girl.  I probably will not see slavery end totally in my lifetime.  Today though, for some reason it just seems completely unacceptable that even one girl is being harmed by the commercial sex industry– not to mention the million of others.  Yes, I recognize that as I write this it’s only Tuesday, but this week has hit it’s limit for trafficking.  Sorry, no more– no more allowed this week.  I’m done.  I’m not accepting a single more instance of abuse for a single other child.  No.

I know this isn’t me making much realistic sense but I think a little righteous anger is OK.  I never want to become passive about abuse or numb to injustice.  I think it’s good for us to through temper tantrums every now and then as long as the anger moves us to progression and not depression.  So I’m going to say it again- NO MORE!  I refuse to stand by as younger versions of myself remain silent just because there’s not yet a platform for them to speak.  It’s not fair.  Speak here my friends if you can’t speak anywhere else.  I will listen to you.

May this blog serve as an education to those who do not yet know or understand the atrocities of trafficking and may it serve as an encouragement to those who understand it all too well.

(Post originally written 3/13/12)
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