Tag Archives: human trafficking
The faces of Philadelphia
The other night, as I was driving home from my friends’ house, way too late, reality smacked me in the face like a 2×4. You see, I have no rose-colored glasses when it comes to what goes on in … Continue reading
For sale?
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My take on Taken
DISCLAIMER: If you’ve yet to see the movie and don’t want to know details, STOP READING NOW. Consider yourself warned. Taken was a great movie. You can see the trailer here. I was fully invested in the movie from the start. … Continue reading
Yeah, prostitution should be legal
Everytime I hear an argument for prositution being legalized, it makes me want to slap that person into reality. 99.9% of women do NOT check off prostitution as a career choice. Places where sex-for-sale is legal are hubs for human … Continue reading
Silence is not complacency
Apparently, the fact that I blogged against child slavery pissed someone off. They called me a curse word. I have a word to say. Whatever. I know I’ve been silent on human trafficking, child slavery and the sex trade for … Continue reading
It’s Friday night, and
Somewhere, not far from where you and I live, there is a child that is being raped…I mean prostituted to any bidder. Somewhere, not far from where you and I live, there is a woman who has been kidnapped, brought … Continue reading
The American Dream?
Watch this. I knicked this from Diana Scimone’s blog. Watch it and think about your surroundings.
American Idol and the porn industry
I want to see human trafficking wiped off the face of the earth. If you don’t know that, then you need to read my blog more often. In my heart of hearts, I believe that human trafficking is happening on … Continue reading
Let’s rescue some slaves
Today was one of the longest days of my life. I ran through a whole laundry list of things I wanted to write here. But, then I looked at a post I wrote the other night and my car troubles … Continue reading
Hello my child
Your face haunts me. I cannot close my eyes without seeing your sad eyes, the half-smile on your face. Distrust of adults, especially caucasian adults, eminates from you. I understand why. I hope that one day I meet you. I … Continue reading