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Quotes About Human Trafficking

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Tom  Carter
“No wonder prostitution is so rampant in China, I mused as I watched the four girls watch us: why stand on your feet all day for slave wages when you can get rich on your back?”
Tom Carter, Unsavory Elements: Stories of Foreigners on the Loose in China

Karen-Anne Stewart
“You will find out that I'm not like them. I won't punish your for having an accident, and I won't punish you when you do something wrong, or something I don't like. I don't hit, darlin'.”
Karen-Anne Stewart, Saving Rain

“in this great land of the free we call it human trafficking. And so long as we don’t partake in the luxury, ignoring slavery is of no consequence. It is much easier to look away and ignore the victims. The person who ignores slavery justifies it by quickly deducting the victim is a willing participant hampered by misfortune.”
D'Andre Lampkin

Gladys Lawson
“I’ve been held down like a piece of meat while monsters disguised as men violated me again & again. ”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

“Your character will always go ahead of you and speak words - good or bad - words will be spoken.”
Blood Borne Connections - Gladys Lawson.

Gladys Lawson
“They may use my body but my mind is free. In my mind I escape.”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

Gladys Lawson
“Don’t let those wicked men win, don’t let them destroy you!”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

Dillon Burroughs
“What if every church in America had a ministry to stand against modern slavery?”
Dillon Burroughs, Activist Faith: From Him and For Him

Gladys Lawson
“I hate all men associated with stealing children,selling & sleeping with children.”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

“A drone is often preferred for missions that are too "dull, dirty, or dangerous" for manned aircraft.”

PROLOGUE

The graffiti was in Spanish, neon colors highlighting the varicose cracks in the wall. It smelled of urine and pot. The front door was metal with four bolt locks and the windows were frosted glass, embedded with chicken wire. They swung out and up like big fake eye-lashes held up with a notched adjustment bar.

This was a factory building on the near west side of Cleveland in an industrial area on the Cuyahoga River known in Ohio as The Flats.

First a sweatshop garment factory, then a warehouse for imported cheeses then a crack den for teenage potheads. It was now headquarters for Magic Slim, the only pimp in Cleveland with his own film studio and training facility.

Her name was Cosita, she was eighteen looking like fourteen. One of nine children from El Chorillo. a dangerous poverty stricken barrio on the outskirts of Panama City. Her brother, Javier, had been snatched from the streets six months ago, he was thirteen and beautiful.

Cosita had a high school education but earned here degree on the streets of Panama.

Interpol, the world's largest international police organization, had recruited Cosita at seventeen. She was smart, street savvy, motivated and very pretty. Just what Interpol was looking for.

Cosita would become a Drone!”
Nick Hahn

Taylor Stevens
“Why are you dressed as a man?" Neeva said. "Why do you act like..." She paused. "Why do you act like... like one of them?" Her voice rose, challenging and accusatory. "Them," she said again. "Where women aren't human, aren't people, just things--objects. Them." She jabbed a thumb toward the rear window, where surely one of the Doll Maker's men followed unseen. "Oh, they'll show you a real man. They'll turn you into a real woman. They'll fuck you hard, you'll want it, but what you want never actually matters because everything is about their own ego. Them." Neeva stopped for air; a long, greedy inhale. "Why?" she said. "Why would you--a woman"--she spat out the word--"you who should know what it feels like to be called a cunt and a bitch and a whore just because you voiced an opinion, to be told you're fat or ugly as a way to make your argument worthless, that you're stuck-up, repressed, and in denial of your true feelings when you find them repulsive. Why would you be one of them? What's wrong with you?”
Taylor Stevens, The Doll

Gladys Lawson
“Rape is a vicious thing.It’s not gentle or considerate.To the recipient it’s violent & painful.”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

Gladys Lawson
“I know that my future will be better than my past 'cos I believe & will act on my belief. ”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

Gladys Lawson
“Did you ask to have sex with all those men? “Did you ask to be sold as a sex slave?”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

“Ah, my dear friend Hassim, seems our paths cross once again, how fortunate for this humble Sheik.” As Abdullah spoke in his usual self deprecating manner I realized that a favor was on the tip of his tongue and that I was about to be offered a quid-pro-quo.

We were sitting crossed legged on large fat pillows with gold fringe. The tent was large with partitions dividing living, sleeping and cooking space. It was made from heavy cotton canvas erected on thick poles in the center giving the structure a peaked circus tent appearance. The women serving us were young, wearing harem pants low on their hips with cropped gauze tops made from sheer silk. Their exposed midriffs were flat and toned, their belly buttons were decorated in precious stones that glittered in the torch light as they moved. They were bare footed with stacks of gold ankle bracelets making the only sound we heard as they kept our glasses filled with fresh sweet tea and our communal serving trays piled high with dates and sugar incrusted sweets of undetermined origin.

Abdullah took no notice of these women, his nonchalance intrigued me as I was obviously having trouble keeping my mind focused on the discussion at hand, this was all part of the Arab way, when it came to negotiation they had no peers.

“So my dear friend, tell me, the region is on fire is there a solution?”

I spoke in a deliberate and flat tone, little emotion just concern, one friend to another.

“We were shocked by the American response in Egypt and Libya, never had we seen them move so fast with such efficiency. The fall of Gadaffi was unexpected and Mubarak’s fate stunned us; he had been a staunch supporter of the US in this region we fully expected the Obama administration to prop him up one more time, as they had done so many times in the past.”

I looked carefully at Abdullah,”
Nick Hahn

Laura Kreitzer
“Summer turns and marches away, fed up with being handled like a child. Like she’s a glass doll that might break at any minute. She hasn’t been a child since the day she was whipped into muteness. Anxiety might strangle her sometimes, but she’s not some baby needing to be coddled.”
Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls

Gladys Lawson
“Wicked men have done dirty things to u but never ever think that u are dirty!”
Gladys Lawson, Blood Borne Connections

Laura Kreitzer
“That,” she says, then clears her throat. “That’s a bit terrifying.”
His lips twitch. “Isn’t that a side effect of love?”
Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls

“To those who are struggling. To talk about a struggle, you're likely to forget about it. To be shown a struggle, you're likely not to forget it. But, to live through a struggle, you'll understand it.”
Valerie Owens, America Huh I'm Going Home

PeggySue Wells
“The Slave Across the Street is the riveting true story of an upscale Detroit teen caught in human trafficking. Theresa Flores lived the nightmare. This is her compelling story - my writing.”
PeggySue Wells, The Slave Across the Street

Marquita Burke-DeJesus
“I cannot fail these girls by diverting my eyes from the invisible residue of slavery that clings to them like a shadow.”
Marquita Burke-DeJesus, Radically Ordinary

Marquita Burke-DeJesus
“No matter what chains are broken, slavery is a condition of the heart.”
Marquita Burke-DeJesus, Radically Ordinary

Jennifer Worth
“Josephine Butler (1828-1907) writes in her journals, pamphlets and diaries of the second half of the nineteenth century about seeing thousands (yes, thousands) of little girls, some as young as four or five, in the illegal brothels of London, Paris, Brussels, and Geneva. ...The children had a life expectancy of two years, yet the brothel owners, frquently women, seemed to have an unlimited supply.... 'Clean' children, who were free from venereal disease, commanded a high price. All this is well documented, but strangely Mrs [sic] Butler never mentions little boys, though this branch of the trade must have been going on.”
Jennifer Worth

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