Friday, February 27, 2009

SEX TRAFFICKING - First of a Four Part Special Report

NOTE: THE CONTENTS OF THIS NOTE ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN


San Francisco is a major center for International Crime Networks that smuggle and enslave.


Many of San Francisco's Asian massage parlors -- long an established part of the city's sexually permissive culture -- have degenerated into something much more sinister: international sex slave shops.

Once limited to infamous locales such as Bombay and Bangkok, sex trafficking is now an $8 billion international business, with San Francisco among its largest commercial centers.

San Francisco's liberal attitude toward sex, the city's history of arresting prostitutes instead of pimps, and its large immigrant population have made it one of the top American cities for international sex traffickers to do business undetected, according to Donna Hughes, a national expert on sex trafficking at the University of Rhode Island.

"It makes me sick to my stomach," said San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom. "Girls are being forced to come to this country, their families back home and threatened, and they are being raped repeatedly, over and over."

Because sex trafficking is so far underground, the number of victims in the United States and worldwide is not known, and the statistics vary wildly.

The most often citied numbers come from the U.S. State Department, which estimates that 600,000 to 800,000 people are trafficked for forced labor and sex worldwide each year -- and that 80 percent are women and girls. Most trafficked females, the department says, are exploited in commercial sex outlets.

Relying on research from the Central Intelligence Agency, the State Department estimates there are 14,500 to 17,500 human trafficking victims brought into the United States each year -- but does not quantify how many of those are sex victims. Some advocacy groups place the number of U.S. victims much higher, while others criticize the government for overstating the problem.

"The number will always be an estimate, because trafficking victims don't stand in line and raise their hands to be counted, but it's the best estimate we have," said Ambassador John Miller, director of the State Department's Office to Monitor and Combat Trafficking in Persons. The CIA wont' divulge its research methods, but based its figures on 1,500 sources, including law enforcement data, government data, academic research, international reports and newspaper stories.

Women trafficked for the sex industry are predominantly from South East Asia, the former Soviet Union and South America -- lured to the United States by promises of lucrative jobs as models or hostesses, only to be sold to brothels, strip clubs and outcall services and extorted into working off thousands of dollars in surprise travel debts to their new "owners."

Federal investigators say that even those who come to the United States with the idea of working as high-society call girls cannot imagine the captivity and degrading workload they face.


"Human trafficking is a multibillion-dollar business in terms of profits, it's on a path to overtake drug and arms trafficking," said Barry Tang, an Immigration and Customers Enforcement attache with the U.S. Department of Homeland Security in South Korea. "There's a highly organized logistical network between Korea and the United States with recruiters, brokers, intermediaries, taxi drivers and madams." (all help smuggle girls in)

The United States is among the top three destination countries for sex traffickers, along with Japan and Australia. Once in the United States, traffickers most often set up shop in California, New York, Texas and Las Vegas.

It's an underground world, but in more than 100 interviews with federal agents, experts and sex trafficking victims in California and South Korea, a picture emerges about how international traffickers buy and sell women between Asia and the West Coast.

"Overseas, the trafficker is usually a woman. She recruits from clubs, bars, colleges, pool halls and restaurants," said Deputy Special Agent Mark F. Wollman, who oversees San Francisco for U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Recruiters fill the want ads in papers and the Internet, targeting vulnerable young women with fake job offers for waitresses, models and hostesses in America.

Traffickers fly women to Canada or Mexico, and walk or drive them into California. In Canada, they slip through Indian reservations off-limits to the U.S. Border Patrol, often at night, and sometimes along snow-packed trails.


In Mexico, the traffickers lead the women over the same treacherous desert paths worn down by migrants heading to "El Norte" for work. More women come through airport customs in San Francisco and Los Angeles, using fake passports and student or tourist visas made for them by their traffickers.

It's relatively easy for traffickers to evade authorities at the checkpoints -- land, air or sea -- becuse women still don't realize at that point that they are being tricked.

"It's not like the movies where you open a trunk and you interview them and they tell you everything," said Lauren Mack, special-agent-in-charge with Immigration and Customs Enforcement in San Diego. "They aren't going to tell you they're victimized because they aren't -- yet."

Once in California, the women are taken most often to Los Angeles or San Francisco, where they are hidden inside homes, massage parlors, apartments and basements, only to learn that the job offer was just a ploy. Typically they are locked inside their place of business, forced to have sex with as many as a dozen men a day. Sometimes victims are forced to live in the brothel, too, where five or six "co-workers" are crammed into one room.

Their "owners" confiscate their travel documents until the women pay off exorbitant sums. Often captors will ensure the women never pay off their debts, by tacking on fees for food, clothing or rent. Some fine the women for displeasing customers, being late to work, fighting or a host of other possible transgressions.

Yuki, 25, who fears for her safety and only have her first name to The Chronicle during an interview in Seoul, said she was trafficked from South Korea to a karaoke bar in Inglewood (Los Angeles County), where she was assured that she would simply be serving drinks to men. Once there, she was ordered to sell $3,000 worth of drinks each month. When she failed, she was sent to the "touching room", a private quite where men could have their way with her for $400.

Sex slaves who work in massage parlors and bars are often locked in their place of business by double security doors, monitored by surveillance cameras and only let outside under the guard of crooked taxi drivers who ferry them to their next sex appointment.

Women report being beaten, raped and starved by their keepers. Kim, who also withheld her last name, told The Chronicle in an interview in South Korea that she was forced to pay $4,400 for plastic surgery to open her eyes and make her nose thinner and pointier, "like Marilyn Monroe."

Both women eventually escaped their captors and now live as shut-ins in Seoul, spending their time on the phone or the Internet or watching TV, too afraid to go outside and cross paths with someone from the network that trafficked them.

They are scred because sex trafficking rings are often run by criminal organizations that aren't afraid to use violence to protect the billions they generate.

Although it's not known how much money the San Francisco market generates for sex traffickers, federal agents confiscated $2 million in cash from 10 Asian massage parlors during a San Francisco raid in summer 2005.

Local police say the bust didn't make a dent in the illegal sex trade.


"The number of Asian massage parlors has doubled in San Francisco in the last two years," said Capt. Tim Hettrich of the San Francisco police vice unit. "Profits are huge. I have nine people working on this. I need three times that many to keep up."


The San Francisco Chronicle


sex trafficking

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

what next?

Yes. It's me. still floating in Limbo, but trying to find a course to make my way out of here.


I just returned from YWAM, as you know. I did my three months of Lecture Phase in San Francisco, then two months of outreach in Thailand and other parts of South East Asia. I got back about 2 1/2 weeks ago.

And no, I don't plan on going to college next (shocking, I know). But with that said, I now feel pressured to explain, in detail, my plans for the future. :) I must warn you, nothing is set in stone.

I have begun to study the Russian language. I plan on becoming fluent. Ukraine (and recently Russia) has been on my heart for a long time, and I think I will probably end up doing mission work of some sort over there someday. Whether it be living there permanently, or temporary, I don't know. I do believe, however, that I will end up living either in, or somewhere near Europe someday. But who knows.

I really want to go to Ukraine this summer for about a month, and check out the mission opportunities there, and hang out at different YWAM bases, but depending on money, we'll see if it works into God's plan. I also want to visit some friends in Switzerland.

I'm currently applying for staff at the YWAM base in San Francisco. If I get accepted I would like to staff there for at least two years, as a supported missionary. From there, I don't know. I'll probably end up doing a secondary school with YWAM. Something like a School of Worship or School of Evangelism or Biblical Studies or something. I don't know.

And these are just plans. Subject to change at any given time due to life-changing events or still, small voices in my ear. :)




But until then, I am in Kentucky. Trying to be content with the life that I live. Enjoying the time with my family, making lunch dates with old friends, and reaching out to new ones.


It is sometimes difficult to stay focused here, back "home". It's so weird to call it home. It doesn't feel like home at all anymore. But I couldn't tell you what it feels like, because I don't know. Just... weird... I sit around all day and mope. I eat too much food and am getting fat. I spend too much time on the computer, chatting it up on facebook, keeping in contact with my DTS family. Yes, my family. They are my family. The people I am the closest to on this stupid little planet.


But now, it is time to get my life together! I can't sit around, waiting for the next amazing thing to happen. Each day has just as much potential as the next! It's time to wake up early! Hop on that treadmill! Start calling around and get a job so I can go to Ukraine! I need to continue making the steps necessary to get me where I want to go, or I will be stuck in this place forever.



I want to be the person who pursues her dreams in the face of hardship and adversity when common sense tells me it is impossible.


agony

Monday, February 2, 2009

Limbo

What do I do with my life now?

I have returned after five months spent in San Francisco, and South East Asia. I feel as if I don't exactly fit here anymore. Here, in Northern Kentucky. Is this my home? By all literal terms, yes. But it doesn't feel like home...

Josh Warner told me that after a week of being home, I'd be ready to go on to the next thing.


It took about 36 hours.

Now comes the time in my life when I hang in limbo. Unsure of where to go next... I know I need to go to Ukraine. But what do I do before that time comes?


Re-Entry into the real-world is posing to be more difficult than I thought. Old temptations are knocking at my door. Laziness. Apathy. I don't want to lose sight of my calling.



I need to buy myself a planner and get my life organized.


Who wants to help me paint my room?

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Busy, Busy Life...

Hello everyone,

I am sorry I haven't been able to write more... My life is busy, and I do not get very many chances to use the internet.

Life in Thailand has been great! I've done a lot of different ministries with the homeless, children in the slums, just hanging out, making friends, and eating dinner with them in their homes in the slums, campus ministry etc.

I have gotten to know many of the people here at Baan Jai Diaow, including a lot of Ram 2 student who are dorming here as well.

I have also established relationships with some of the young men working in Boy's Town, at Bunny Massage. This past Saturday was the last time I got to see them, since I will be busy until I leave Bangkok on Monday. :( It was hard to say goodbye, but I was able to pass on contact information to my friend Kashmera, who actually lives near the neighborhood and has been called to outreach to the boys selling their bodies in Bangkok. It is very encouraging to know that they will not be forgotten. :) They are sweethearts, and I love them very much...



As Christmas approaches, Baan Jai Diaow (our dormitory) becomes more and more lively and decorated. Apart from our fake christmas tree and christmas lights, we went to the slums today to chop down a bunch of bamboo reeds to line the poles, and flowers and vines to create a beautiful indoor Christmas jungle.It's even more special because Thailand doesn't really celebrate Christmas, it is basically only the Christians who do.

This morning we had a "white elephant" gift exchange with all of our Thai friends. It was really fun! I got a Hello Kitty alarm clock, which was perfect, since I have been needing a new one.

We have been shopping and decorating all day for our official Baan Jai Diaow Christmas party this evening. We have invited many of our friends from the slums, on campus, and I even invited some of the guys from Bunny Massage, but I'm not sure if they can get off work... :(


On Christmas, our DTS will be performing at an elementary school. I am very excited because we will be able to share the real story of Christmas to a bunch of Thai children who may have never heard it! (But Santa will also be there!)

From there we will be saying goodbye to our friends at Baan Jai Diaow (tear...), and heading out to a fancy team dinner (and gifts!), and then to a hotel for three days to debrief before leaving Thailand and going elsewhere.



The Christmas seasons hasn't been nearly as hard as I thought it would being away from home. I do miss the snow, all the decorations, family and traditions, but I really consider where I am home, and who I am with my family. This is such a special time of year, and I am very excited to be able to spend it here, in the beautiful land of Thailand.


This is probably my last time I will be able to be on the internet until I return to San Francisco in late january. I will not have access to the internet for the next month. Please keep me and my team in your prayers. God is doing great things!



Have a very happy Christmas, and an incredibly beautiful New Year!
Hannah Elizabeth
1 John

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Bangkok: "If it's not nice, it doesn't exist."

United Nations estimates that 60% of all males arriving at the Bangkok airport are here for the "sex industry".

Thai culture says, "if it's not nice, it doesn't exist." Therefore, prostitution doesn't exist. Therfore the government does not supply protection against sexually transmitted deseases. Therefore women (and men) don't protect themselves, because if a nice girl were caught with a condom in her purse, she would be a bad girl.

Because prostitution doesn't exist.


Prostitution is considered "a man's right" in Thailand. Women don't marry because Thai men are lazy, and violent. they are also unfaithful to their wives because of a very popular Thai saying: "What happens under the mosquito net, stays under the mosquito net." Meaning, a man NEVER shows his wife affection unless they are in their bed, under the mosquito net. And he would NEVER bring another woman under their mosquito net....

The flip side of that, however, is that a man can be with any woman outside of their mosquito net and not be unfaithful to his wife...

thair women are expected to provide "sexual favors" to their boss or important businessmen who are visiting the company. A woman's job depends on what she is willing to do.

"Drive-In Sex" via taxi is also very popular in Thailand. If someone (preferably a man) were to get in a taxi, the first the the driver says to him is, "Sex?" If he answer "yes", he will have a girl in the car within two minutes, then he will go to a place, sort of like a garage, and park the taxi, the man will pay the curtain boy to close the curtain on the garage, the man will then get what he wants, pay the girl, pay the taxi driver a standing fee, then pay the meter. The girl will get out, the man will go on his way, and then you whistle down the same taxi, get in and go to the airport.

It all happens under the curtain.


One prostitue, when asked if she feared for her life, responded with:
I long to die. If I was killed and went to Hell, it would be better than this."



You can't judge these girls. None of them want to be there. They were either tricked, trafficked, or their families demanded them to go work in the bars, in order to send money home to support their parents. A lot of these girls were abandoned by their husbands who decided that they were too old and had too many kids. He wanted someone younger. These girls have no where to go, and there is a family loyalty that is slightly disturbing... When it gets to the point of self-abuse to please your mother...


I'm not sure what you may do with this information, as I am not sure what I am going to do with it. I've visited some of these places, and also gone to some boy bars, and lady-boy bars, to talk to the men there... But PLEASE, pray for the nation of thailand!


"Don't violate your daughter by making her a whore—the whole country would soon become a brothel, filled with sordid sex. -Leviticus 19:29

Saturday, December 6, 2008

The Thailand Sun and Breeze

As I exited the plane at the military airport in Utapau (due to the riots, were flew in to a naval base), I could immediately feel the stares from all the Thai people. We were white. We were from America. We were special.

Baggage claim was dirty and busy; so many people who had to change flight plans. We waited for quite some time before retrieving all our luggage. We walked outside, and I immediately felt like I was on the red carpet. A long walkway to the bus that would take us to the base. People on either side, needing a flight home, selling something, attacking us with, "Taxi! Taxi!", or people just there to stare. We shuffled through the crowd, and found three Thai guys who were driving us back to the Baan Jai Diaow (House of One Heart) base in three seperate vans.

As I finally took in more of my surroundings, I immediately thought of Ukraine, and was heart-sick for it. It smelt of petting zoo outside, in the thick, humid air. The grass was brown, and crunched beneath my feet. There were unique-looking tress all around. I'm not sure how else to describe Thailand, or what I saw of it that first night. It's very unique. Unique people. Unique cars. Unique buildings. If I tried to describe it to you, something entirely different would appear in your mind.


The next day, as I sat in the Thailand sun and breeze, sitting on the grass next to a pond on the university campus, I could not get Ukraine off my mind... So many things about this place reminds me of Ukraine. the tall, old, rustic buildings. The stone and cement walls lining the long, flat roads. the smells. the air. The old cars... These things make me heart-sick for Ukraine. I long to go back SO badly...

Yet at the same time, these similarities make me feel at home. At peace. I feel like I could sit by that pond and write forever in my loose-fitted shirt and flowing skirt, my hair loose and curling from the heat, bouncing around my shoulders and kissing my face with the help of the breeze.


I may not know exactly what is to become of my life, but this place is so easly to love, and it has made at least one thing certain to me:


I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Ukraine.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Letters From The TL: No Limits.

Why do we limit ourselves to doing everything everyone else always does?

As my life here in the Tenderloin comes to a close, and my departure date for Thailand grows ever more near, the more and more I realize that I don't want to live an ordinary life.

I don't want the nine to five job, that I probably hate. I don't want the degree that I never use. I don't want the typical house in the typical suburban neighborhood where all the houses look the same. I don't want to wake up every day wondering if I could be somewhere else, doing something incredible.

I want my job to be a lifestyle. I want my career to be people. I want my home to be wherever God puts me to help people in need. I want to wake up every day KNOWING that I am where I am supposed to be, doing something incredible.

I want to travel. I want to love. I want to share Jesus. I want to take risks. I want to do the unordinary. I want to raise eyebrows and frustrate the norm. I want to live life to the fullest. I want to see adventure and take life-threatening chances. I want to follow the voice of God, no matter what everyone else says. I don't want to worry about what everyone else is doing.


I want everyday to be another new adventure.


Do no limit yourselves!


I cannot seem to stress that enough! Don't be afraid! Don't think that your dream is unreachable! YOU ARE A WORLD-CHANGER. All you have to do is believe. Don't let anyone bring you down or tell you that you can't do something. Because you can. You just have to believe that God has something incredible in mind for your life. Something so much better than anything you could ever imagine.

All you have to do is listen. Stop thinking so hard and so much. Stop analyzing. Stop trying to figure things out on your own with your puny little human brain!


STOP PUTTING GOD IN A BOX!


Sometimes God doesn't make sense. Sometimes He will ask you to do things you don't understand. Sometimes you will have to stretch yourself, break your prejudice, and your pride to grow closer to Him. Sometimes you'll have to change your beliefs or your silly human "system" of living. Sometimes things won't be planned.


not everything can be written on a schedule, limited to a date and time.


LIVE LIFE! Forget schedules and appointments. Start today, and make your dream come true. No matter what it is. It's not impossible! I'm not just some strung-up girl, high on emotion.
GOD HAS A PLAN FOR YOUR LIFE. An incredible one. the best one.



Don't settle for second best. Don't be the average. Go against the statistics!




BE A WORLD CHANGER!
world changer
"Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she smiles at the future."
-Proverbs 31:25