Invading the Darkness: Inside the Historic Fight Against Child Sex Trafficking in the United States
By Linda Smith
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Invading the Darkness - Linda Smith
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Cries from
the Shadows
Linda Smith, U.S. Congress 1995-99, Washington State Senate/House 1983-94, Founder and President of Shared Hope International
For God’s sake do something!
– 1910 quote by General Booth, founder of the Salvation Army
American kids are being sold for sex.
This isn’t a new problem in our country. Back in the early 1900s, General Booth of the Salvation Army gave this call to action to do something!
During this time, a movement had risen up across the United States of America in response to hearing about girls and women being forced or coerced into prostitution — what we now call sex trafficking. These were often young women of humble means given promises of good jobs in the cities. They were immigrants arriving from Europe seeking a better life in America and met at the docks by respectable-looking people promising to help. They were young women courted by dashing young men from out of town who made promises, to both them and their parents, of a wonderful future together. Young women at ice cream parlors, railway depots, fruit stores … the accounts reveal stunningly similar tactics and methods used by traffickers today. Even in the 1900s, the network was methodical and organized.
But then people rose up to try saving these young women. The crusaders were judges, prosecutors, missionaries, suffragettes, police captains, politicians, pastors, charity groups, and other individual activists who wanted to stop the deception and betrayal. At that time, sex trafficking was often referred to as the white slave trade.
Today, we understand the implications of that era and would put no emphasis on a particular ethnic group when seeking to save all exploited children.
Invariably, the media did what they could to sell papers, which drove public hysteria. But exaggeration wasn’t necessary. The true stories were heartbreaking and often tragic, recounted by ministers and volunteers who went into the streets to find these young women, or by law enforcement, families whose daughters never returned, and the few girls rescued or able to escape, often returning home where they could never overcome their status as an immoral woman.
Some called it the greatest crime in the world’s history.
However, more than 100 years later, American girls and boys are still being forced into sex slavery, sold to satisfy someone else’s depravity. In this beautiful country of baseball and apple pie, the land of the free and home of the brave, it’s stunning to discover that our children are being victimized in such a heinous manner.
This is the underbelly of American culture that few people have known existed. For a long time, I was one of them.
The Mann Act of 1910
The crusaders of the early 1900s helped enforce the passage of The Mann Act of 1910. Signed by President Taft, The Mann Act made it a crime to transport women across state lines for the purpose of prostitution or debauchery, or any other immoral purpose. It was the first law in U.S. history to address trafficking in such a way.
Unfortunately, the wording of The Mann Act left room for abuses over the years. In 1913, it was used to prosecute a black boxer for riding with his white girlfriend across state lines. Charlie Chaplin and Chuck Berry were two famous personalities prosecuted erroneously under the intent of the Act as well. Consensual sexual relationships were prosecuted because of the immoral purposes
wording of the Act. It took amendments in 1978 and 1986 to specifically apply the law to transportation across state lines for prostitution or illegal sexual acts.
Despite these instances, it is still a phenomenally useful law. Its passage marked the very first U.S. law to protect those we now call sex-trafficking victims. It gave law enforcement and prosecutors the ability to arrest pimps, whom we call traffickers today.
Yet, despite The Mann Act and its improvements, something happened and the momentum of this cause in America diminished. Along the way, the message was lost.
Just a few years after The Mann Act of 1910 passed, America would get pulled into the first World War. Next came the Great Depression and World War II — changing the landscape and borders of nations all over the globe. Beginning in the ’50s and extending into the ’60s and ’70s, America saw the Civil Rights Movement, the women’s movement, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, and incredible cultural changes.
The voices calling out the injustice of trafficking victims dwindled to near silence.
And that is where this book begins.
In our world right now, there are regions and countries where humans are considered expendable. Governments brutalize their own citizens, hungry families sleep on the streets without hope for help, and children are considered commodities.
But the heart of America breaks when it hears about suffering. Our giving in charitable donations rivals all nations in the world. We have countless non-profits and religious groups whose mission is to help people. We are a nation of freedom fighters, a nation that cares. When we learn about the sexual victimization of innocent children — any child from any nation — there is no argument about right or wrong. There’s no discussion over politics or whether it should or should not be stopped. We are enraged.
So why are American kids still being bought and sold for sex to predominantly American men? Why would this happen in a country that deeply cares about its children?
It has taken time for me to discover the complexities and depravities of the child sex-trafficking industry in America. Even while serving as a Congresswoman, and years into our work at Shared Hope International, I had no idea that children were being sold in the truck stops, motels, back alleys, and strip clubs of cities and towns across my beloved country, and even most recently through online facilitators. This was happening in the shadows beyond my initial sight. And it’s still happening.
I’ve never been able to turn away from hurting women and children. While a Washington State Senator, I chaired the State Senate Children and Family Services Committee. In that role, I oversaw programs that focused on the protection and restoration of women and children — including adoption, child welfare, drug rehabilitation, and homeless child services. However, my first real introduction to sex trafficking didn’t occur in the United States. That would remain hidden from me for years. It would be hidden from the other people you’ll meet in this book as well.
My introduction came on a trip to Mumbai, India, that changed me forever. It began the journey that eventually unveiled what was happening right here, under our noses, in America.
In 1998, I was serving as United States Congresswoman of the 3rd Congressional District of the State of Washington. I lived in Vancouver, Washington, as I do now, where my other hats include wife, mother, and grandmother. My husband, Vern, and I were active in our church and have often had foster children in our home who’d come from troubled situations. The faces of children had kept me awake at night for years before this trip to India, but soon, my life would change profoundly because of the young women, kids, and especially one little girl I was about to encounter.
I want you to see for yourself what is happening here,
a missionary told me when he invited me to Mumbai. Mr. Grant had heard me speak at a General Council Meeting of the Assemblies of God Church and knew that we shared the belief that every person is uniquely made by God. India would be a research trip to experience what I’d been hearing about when it came to international sex slavery.
A 2010 United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime report estimates that globally 79% of identified victims of human trafficking were trafficked for sexual exploitation, 18% for forced labor, and 3% for other forms of exploitation.
I wonder if this is how the crusaders of the early 1900s spread their message, by asking another person to come see what was happening? It most certainly worked for me.
During the daytime, the streets in Mumbai were crowded with people, tuk tuks, motorcycles, and vehicles. My nose was filled with the smell of diesel from the traffic, incense and curry wafting from buildings and outdoor stalls, and, at times, a whiff of garbage. As night fell, Falkland Road’s cloak was ripped away — the truth revealed.
I walked down that road with a small group including K.K. Devaraj, the founder of Bombay Teen Challenge, and my friend Susan. I wanted to cover my mouth and nose from the stench of sewage along the gutters of the street, but I clenched my teeth and kept my face from showing the emotions surging inside. Women and girls looked out from windows or stared from between the bars of bottom-story windows. In the background, I could see their owners watching over their human products.
Quite a few of these young girls were from Nepal, more than a thousand miles away, where their families had sold them to traffickers or had been tricked into believing their daughters were being given a great opportunity to work in a carpet factory or as a house servant and would be sending money back home to the family. Instead, the girls were brought to the brothels and forced into the sex trade. They were told they owed enormous debts for their travel, clothing, and housing. Once they worked off
their debt they’d be allowed to leave. The debts were often too large to ever be paid off, or they were continually added to. Pimps also used threats of torture or death against their families to keep them in slavery, often for the rest of their short lives.
Others were girls from villages in India and brought here under similar situations. Because of the cultural caste system of the country, these girls were considered less valuable. I would later learn that in every country, and even in the United States, it is this devaluation of (certain) human lives that allows the sex industry to exist.
As I walked, my eyes connected with the dark eyes of one small girl in an alleyway. I was drawn toward the child — she couldn’t have been older than my then 11-year-old granddaughter.
I knew this child had no hope. There was no comfort to be found in this place. Then I felt as if God whispered straight into my heart: Touch her, for me.
The child’s hair was likely lice infested, and her clothes hung on her fragile body, dirty and torn. I knew this girl had seen and experienced more in her few years of life than most adults would ever have to know.
As I embraced this girl on the street, my life was reshaped. Today I can still feel her little body in my arms. I remember the beat of her heart against my own.
I knew then that I had to do something.
I flew home and poured out every story and emotion to my husband, Vern, and then after him to every friend and colleague I encountered. I couldn’t stop telling people about what I had witnessed. Politics was not my future, at least, not in the role I’d been serving, I was sure. Soon after, I launched Shared Hope International (SHI).
Linda married Vern in 1968, shortly before turning 18, and they raised two children. Vern has been an integral part of SHI’s journey from the very beginning.
Starting Shared Hope felt as if everything I’d done in the past had equipped me for this — my true calling. I knew about policy and how to stand my ground in D.C. when fighting for social needs in government, sometimes even against my own party and against political advice. My supporters and friends — once dubbed Linda’s Army
— were people with conviction and honor. I didn’t doubt that they would take up this cause once they heard about it. Later, I would realize that without these people launching the write-in campaign in 1994 that brought me to Congress, I wouldn’t have gone to India, nor ever witnessed the tragic reality that inspired me to found Shared Hope. They were the impetus for much more than an elected seat. Unconnected pieces kept coming together until the puzzle of Shared Hope fit.
Once I started Shared Hope and had a board of ardent believers like me, we dove in to focus on those women and girls in India and Nepal. We worked with local leaders to build two villages in less than three years, and they soon began to fill them with women from the safe houses or new ones fleeing the brothels.
I called upon every friendship and political connection to help wake the world up even as I was awakening to the vast and complex world of human trafficking around the globe.
As passionate as I was, nothing prepared me for what I would learn in the years to come. I knew pieces of the issue, but the scale was staggering. There was no clear path forward. So much was unchartered in this battleground. I needed to find others who had knowledge and were out there working to change the world — others who were kept awake at night thinking of all the lost souls out there … who heard the cries of women and children in their dreams and felt the tugs on their hearts while seeking a way to help.
In 1994, Linda Smith was elected to U.S. Congress after a write-in campaign put together by a grassroots group of supporters with diverse political views. She served as a U.S. Congresswoman from 1995-1999.
This was a time when connectivity was much more limited. Media hadn’t saturated our lives at home, at work, in entertainment. Stories and opinions are now shared on social media in real time and in a constant flow. A leader can tweet to millions of followers, and crowd-funding on a mobile device has become commonplace and often oversaturated.
But this was the late ’90s. People were just starting to embrace text messaging and using dial-up Internet in widening mediums. Groups fighting injustice had no efficient way to connect or communicate to share resources and knowledge. These groups, non-profits, and individuals were often single pins of light drawn together for a conference or a seminar and then sent off to their corners of the globe to battle it out again. But if we could unite, I knew we could turn the tide.
Shared Hope International needed to bridge the divisions and connect the gaps, especially for those who were already working to end sex trafficking. Even as Shared Hope’s work began — and I became immersed in our strategy to prevent sex trafficking, bring justice to victims, and help survivors in their process of restoration — I was missing something essential. Something that made my blood run cold. The fact that child trafficking was happening in our own neighborhoods. I had a global view, not realizing there was a domestic issue thriving beneath my sight.
As Shared Hope International built safe-haven villages for girls in India, Nepal, South Africa, and Fiji, connected with the U.S. Department of State to host events around the world, worked to change laws, and put together training materials, there were girls right on the streets of Vancouver, Washington, and across the bridge in Portland, Oregon, whose cries finally reached my ears.
Our children had been crying for some time, and America couldn’t hear them. In 1910, people were waking up to the issue, but, for whatever reason, a dark veil had since clouded it.
In the late 1990s and early 2000s, most of us thought sex trafficking was an international issue. As we discovered it through our research, I had to wonder: When and how did this begin in the United States? I’d find that from colonial days and through the Gold Rush and expansion, all the way to modern-day, this underbelly of American culture has been filled with the cries of victimized children. It has often been camouflaged with the name of prostitution
to create the idea that these young women and children are complicit, as if they are responsible individuals who chose such a life to benefit themselves. But what could a child gain from such heinous victimization? What woman thrives under the real-life conditions of sex slavery (not the Hollywood version) that include abuse, disease, and the forfeiture of self-worth, love, family, and dignity?
The history of women forced into sex trafficking is one of heartache, desperation, and loss … and often starts with former childhood abuse. Brothels have never housed joy, independence, and love. For children, there is never a choice involved in prostitution. Their victimization cannot be self-motivated — it is fueled by money and greed and financed through lust.
Those crusaders of the early 1900s saw the issue. They did not see the end of it as they’d hoped, but they did get a good law, The Mann Act, passed with their efforts. And now, I want to introduce you to some modern crusaders. Most of them, like me, came into the issue of domestic minor sex trafficking by accident. There are many other names and voices of brave men and women in the fight against sex trafficking. I have included just a few of the many in this book. These individuals, with different personalities, backgrounds, and life and career directions, have made unique contributions to the effort to end the sex trafficking of America’s youth.
Many people seek a singular calling or purpose in life, but I’ve seen how a life mission can evolve and change through the course of living it out. The people I’ll introduce you to often had no plans to be part of the battle against child sex trafficking, but once they discovered what was happening, they couldn’t turn away. I want these people to become your people. If you’re willing, I want to show you where we came from and where we are going.
These battle-worn freedom fighters have greatly influenced me. Together and apart, we have made great advances. I cannot share every individual, non-governmental organization, or ministry group who has made an impact, but those who do follow represent many unsung heroes, and the even more heroic voices of survivors who seek to rebuild their lives.
In 2014, there were 466,949 entries regarding missing children (younger than 18) by law enforcement agencies.¹
I’m here to tell you: There’s a dark secret in America that has finally been revealed. Now that we are seeing it and listening, it’s time to share what we know — that this injustice of sexually trafficked children must be stopped.
The progress should be revisited. The steps behind can inspire our onward battles. First, we’ll look back at our modern crusade, and then we’ll look ahead.
There is an enormous amount of work yet to accomplish, and we need your help to do it. As we’ve discovered, when individuals stand together against the Goliaths of this world, miracles are possible.
For God’s sake, do something!
That’s our battle cry today. For nearly 20 years, I’ve been involved in doing something, as have the people you’re about to meet.
But we can do more than something; we can change our world.
1FAQS: Missing Children.
National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, http://www.missingkids.com/theissues/missing.
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The Knock on his Office Door
Ernie Allen
"It would be the seed of something that would change culture, shape procedures in law enforcement, and save countless lives. Right now, it was narrowed in on Louisville, Kentucky. The steps forward would widen and fan out until it would eventually scale the globe.
But first, there were
the murders." – Ernie Allen
Two decades before and thousands of miles away from where I walked along Falkland Road in India, a young attorney named Ernie Allen was about to take his first step into a new vision. And it all began with a knock on his office door. But I’ll let Ernie tell his story …
***
In 1978, when I was the Director of the Louisville-Jefferson County Crime Commission in Louisville, Kentucky, the trajectory of my focus was changed by a knock on my office door.
I was pulled away from the usual issues of the day when I heard the knock and welcomed two men into my office.
John,
I said, reaching for the first man’s hand, and then the other. Professor Rice. This is a surprise.
John Rabun was a social worker in charge of managing the county’s group homes. Professor J. Kerry Rice was a professor at