Slavery is not the horror of a savage past. An open secret keeps it a thriving business in India, China, Pakistan, Nigeria and "those other countries." And yes, here too in the USofA, the land of the free and the home of the brave.
run of the mill slave gets up at 6AM and works until midnight seven days
a week; most probably a young person (starting at about age 6) that is
beaten, underfed, unpaid, divorced from contact with family, and denied
education. The odds of escaping that scenario are slim to none save an
outsider with considerable legal clout taking notice. Even then, the
lucky slave who gets free represents a tiny percentage of those who live
One particular kind of human bondage is the sex trade, and in this category, the United States ranks number one
in the world for the importation of underage girls. They come from all
over: Eastern Europe, Thailand, the Philippines, Russia, Nepal and other
places where American dollars are golden purses for those who would
sell young virginal flesh.
recent arrest of 108 pimps nationwide has minimal impact on the huge
numbers of human traffickers still at large, although the FBI sting was a
victory of sorts.The most popular cities for underage sex slave trade
are San Francisco, Detroit, and Jacksonville, to name a few of the top
takers. Somehow I can picture Detroit as a hub for depravity, as it is a
city in shambles where desperate people do desperate things. But San
Francisco? That picturesque city built on seven hills?
Who can explain the pleasures of perverse, cruel men who employ underage slave prostitutes...
The only cure for these behaviors (besides a hefty jail sentence), and indeed all harming actions, is empathy. One
can talk about compassion for all sentient beings, but without the
ability to feel what "the other" feels, people will continue to inflict
their isolated heart-thought-actions on their victims of choice.
develops empathy can be complex, but it starts with hearing the feelings
of "the other." While the sociopaths of this world may not be able to
hear anything at all, at least the rest of us can try! Maybe then our
families, communities, states and nations will begin to evolve.
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