Blog Seven…I think

I watched “The Day my God Died,” and oh my goodness. I wanted to cry, honestly if I hadn’t been in the library and instead been at home safely sheltered in my room I would have cried. This documentary or what ever it was has changed me, I mean I knew that there was such thing as a sex slaves but I had no idea that it was so huge, nor that there were so many girls that were in it. I was floored when heard the number of women that are trafficed everyday, and how many are in the industry. Most of all the average age of the females was only FIFTEEN. At fifteen I was still a child, I would never have admitted that I was a child, but I was still a child. I felt so disgusted, and repulsed, not only by their age but because they have been robbed of any chance that they had of a normal life. I mean they just happen to be in the wrong place, and trusted the wrong person and their lives where stolen away from them, not only the children but any woman that was forced into the industry. I could not imagine the horror, or what was going through their heads when they learned that they were sold into slavery. What is the worst is that the police do not do anything about it, I guess I don’t understand because the difference in the culture, but don’t any of these men have daughters of their own, or sisters. How would they feel if one of their family members were abducted, would it be different, would they just forget about her, or would they do anything to find her and bring the people to justice. It is not as though there are not laws against minors being kept as prostitutes or that it is legal to traffic women. Because there is, there is just nothing done about it. The system is broken, I feel like I need to do something about it. If anyone knows of a program that is dedicated to helping this girls then let me know.

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