WARNING: The following is not entirely rational, merely “reaction-al”…
I got pulled over again tonight and it just triggered this horrible flood of memories and feelings. Yes, police officer, of course pull me over because my head light is out. Yes, fine… but in the same breath I want to scream, “Where the hell were you all the OTHER times?!” Where were you when I was getting raped? Where were you when I was running for my life, afraid a man was literally going to kill me and you STILL gave me a speeding ticket? Where was your Mr. Protect and Serve attitude when you hit me with your gun and called me a “dumb whore”? Where was your compass of ethics when you agreed not to take me in for prostitution as long as I agreed to toss a couple “freebies” your way? Where were you when I knew I didn’t have a choice?
Why is it for the majority of my life that I’ve not looked at cops as the good guys? I SHOULD. I should look at you as someone I can trust but all and all I don’t. I look at you as a man who triggers all kinds of horrible protective feelings. Even today, you make me feel like the old me… like the one who’s still outside the law, running scared and running for her life. It’s not right. Why didn’t you protect and serve ME? Why instead for all of those years did I see more of your abuse of power than anything else? It’s not right. It’s not right that I get pulled over for a simple thing, that yes is my fault, and I still am terrified– down to the bones of my soul, terrified that something really awful is about to take place.
I’m bet that this officer who pulled me over tonight isn’t pure evil, but I still can’t help but feel distain for him. It’s been almost an hour and I still can’t help the huge tears flooding down my face – and I hate that. I hate that this is still such a strong trigger for me. I want to scream, I want to hit something… I want to replicate the destruction I feel on the inside.
Probably didn’t help me case but asI was digging for paper work to hand the officer I came across a brochure on trafficking and asked, with a smile, if he wanted to learn about it. Of course he said no. Whether he meant it that he didn’t care or he was just annoyed at my attempt to be conversational it still struck me like a metaphoric punch in the gut.
Step up law enforcement – step the heck up! It’s YOU who are here to protect and serve the innocent. It’s YOU who missed about 30 instances where you could have intervened in my trafficking situation. When I’m in a better mood I grant people a lot of grace for not being able to act against what they don’t know exists. In this moment however I’m just going to say STEP UP. Be the men and women of honor that you’re supposed to be– prove my fears of your profession wrong!
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 4/15/12)