Last night our contact took us to the “Red Light District” so we could do a prayer walk up and down the streets of the main road. Praying for the captives who are forced to work in the bars and sell their bodies to make money to send back home to their families. Looking all around I see young Asian women with older white men hanging all over them wanting one thing, the thing they paid for and that’s “sex”.
I cannot tell you how hard it was to walk around the bars, brothels, and restaurants with young women and lady boys sitting outside waiting for customers to come on by. Walking around I see little boys and girls who are 5-10 years old selling flowers to people. They aren’t allowed to go home until they sell every one of them, so it could be 2-3am until they get to go home. This allows the child to get used to people, and this is called seasoning so when they older they aren’t as shy when they are forced to have sex and are repeatedly raped over and over again.
Rows and rows of bars with young women, lady boys, and girls waiting to entertain someone for the nigh. Its what their trained to do, and they are scared into staying.
If it wasn’t hard enough already to see everything, that I had just witness. We started walking back to the car and a few of us saw a big white man talking to an eight year old girl. She was crying, and the man had his arm around her and we could over hear him telling her,” that she did a good job and it would be better next time”. An older girl was telling her to stop crying, and also talking to the man to get the payment from him. At that moment I had a wave of emotion all at once; sad, enraged, sick, disgusted. I wanted to grab that little girl and run the other way. I also wanted to hit the man and tell him what is wrong with him. How could he do that to her, but I looked around and I realized this happened to all these young women, to all these lady boys. If I took her away her family would starve, and her pimp would hunt her down and find her. It took me a long time to realize that a family will sell one child to save the rest. Sad as it is, it happened so the younger ones don’t have to go through the hurt and pain as the older one did.
The man, the women, and the little girl who was told to stop crying and told she did a good job! Use your imagination, it will make you sick.
We could save one yet another would replace him or her. I wanted to yell at all the men who went there for pleasure, and ask them “why”!
I did all I could do and that was to pray. I prayed to God to reuse these girls, and young women to save them from a life of hurt, and sadness.
