I’m working with some friends and colleagues to get an anti-sex trafficking ordinance passed in Pittsburgh. For discretion’s sake, I won’t talk about it much more here until I have definite news. But since I started the work I’ve had this song stuck in my head constantly:
This particular moment just hurts my heart.
When I talk about human trafficking, I don’t feel good. It feels like a compulsion. I using to think of it as a poison I had to pull out of myself to expel. It doesn’t seem to matter how much I talk about it, or to whom, I still feel it.
Today I realized its more a hook into the back of my ribs. Not into the heart, because that would just be tearing. It feels like I am being physically drawn to the subject, like I can’t turn away while I know it’s there.
Here’s hoping getting some real change in the way women in Pittsburgh are treated will loosen its hooks.
“I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders.”–Jewish Proverb
hear, hear. I’m glad you sent me that message — I definitely want to be a part of this, and I think the club will be behind it too. Thanks for the work you do for the victims of trafficking, its important that we do all we can to eradicate such violence.