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