Monday, April 11, 2011

CHANG RAI




About to meet girls who had been rescued out of sexual slavery, I expected them to be almost untouchable, so deeply scarred that it would be almost impossible for them to function.  But as the story goes, these girls were quite the opposite. There was still a shyness reflecting the characteristics of a polite Thai person, but also a spirit that was opposite to the brokenness of sexual slavery- a spirit that embraced every aspect of life. 

Destiny Rescue Thailand is an organization which actively seeks out and rescues children from the multitude of brothels across Thailand. 

Once rescued, the children are treated like any other child should be treated. They receive one on one physical, emotional and psychological care, as well as education and the chance to play sport, make friends and grow up. Most of these girls come from the hill tribes in the north of Thailand. Bordering Burma, these hill tribes suffer from a large portion of the West’s drug consumption. With villages using and producing illicit drugs comes poverty and child neglect.  

Selling your child or sending them to work in a brothel in Bangkok, Pattaya or Chiang Mai is a normal and socially-acceptable practice for many villages. 
In a particular village in the outskirts of Chiang Rai, where Destiny Rescue Thailand is based, there are no girls from the age 13-21 because they are all 
working in the sex industry in the cities. These girls work in brothels or as bar girls and send the money they earn back to the village.

"Selling your child or sending them to work in a brothel in Bangkok, Pattaya or Chiang Mai is a normal and socially-acceptable practice"

Some girls at Destiny Rescue  are still sending money back to their families, only now Destiny Rescue has given them vocational training in a new trade and a job, whether it be making jewellery, sewing clothes or in a beauty salon. 
Destiny Rescue is doing extensive work in the hill tribes and villages where the girls are from to replace the socially-accepted practice of relying on the women and children for income. Under this mentality they will always slip into the sex industry because there is a demand. When people are hungry, sending your child into the sex industry becomes easier, especially when it is a socially-accepted practice and it is possibly what happened 
to your mother, your aunties and your sisters. 

I was surprised at how much I saw of myself in my high-school years in these girls. I could see their desire to be loved. They think boys are hot, they like pop music, they like to dance and they take their sport seriously- very seriously. They had been physically abused on a level I can’t even comprehend yet they laugh, joke, dance, play sport and are beautiful. Destiny Rescue practically shows them real love. Instead of letting what happen to them become a debilitating scar they are taught to dream, to enjoy and, most importantly, to love again. 

Monday, December 6, 2010

SLUM DE CAMBODIA

It is one thing seeing this image in a world vision ad and a totally different thing taking this photo. What is a photo? It can communicate emotion and it can visually display a situation. This photo in no way tells the truth of the situation. Why was this kid crying? Why does any baby cry? Because that’s what kids do. Kids also play and they are also annoying.


A photo cannot communicate the smell of a slum built over a sewer. The smell of a sewer slum, where people work 12 hour days collecting rubbish, to pay rent.. to live over a sewer. One week after visiting this slum and I feel I can talk about it. It is too much to take in at first, because it simply does not make sense why anyone should have to live on top of sewerage.


The smell made me lose site of where I was. I was overwhelmed by the flies landing on my face and I couldn’t take in the environment around me. My natural response to this situation is to vomit. Every second I was in there I wanted to vomit as some sort of expression of emotion or because I felt sick from lack of air. Being in the slum was like when you hold your breath while driving through a tunnel, you can’t wait till it’s over so you can breathe again.






The people living there were generally friendly, they would look at you and sometimes smile. The kids were the same as any other normal kids, they didn’t know anything else and they would run around playing games. They loved me taking photos of them and found it hilarious when they slapped my legs after I took a photo.



There was one lady who at the time made me really uncomfortable. She was starting at me the whole time we were under a shack with the group. She looked confused or disgusted at me. At first I just thought she was typically trying to make me feel sorry for her so I would give her money: in Cambodia, many people are well trained in this art.
This woman gets up every day to walk around the hot street gathering rubbish, to come home to sort through the rubbish to sell to the dump. This place is her home, she doesn’t get to visit for an hour then have a shower.  She was born into a rut of poverty and all she has ever known is working long hard days collecting rubbish and living over a sewer. Study was never an opportunity, living a basic lifestyle was never an option. I would be confused seeing me stroll through her house with my fancy camera.
These images on world vision ads, yes they make people to put their hands in their pockets, but all kids cry. Our money isn’t going to stop the kid crying but it may build a house, supply water or send a kid to school and this is good. In reality we are all the same, kids cry here too. 







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