Over the past couple of weeks I have learnt something about myself.
I know too much.
I know too much about stuff that others don’t want to know. The sex trade, drug addiction, trafficking, lives lived in the darkness. The horrors of abject poverty. The daily fight for survival. The daily fear of today being the last day.
I know more than anybody should.
Days like today I long for that bubble that “regular” people have. That secure, safe, oblivious bubble that allows the horror to stay hidden and ignored. You know the bubble?!
Over the past couple of weeks we have been quiet about an unfolding story. The abduction and murder of Siam Lee has rocked our team to its very core.
But I’m not going to talk about Siam. I’m not ready, my words haven’t settled into cohesive sentences yet. I’m still too broken.
What I am going to share with you is the reality of a crisis that we are facing. Not just here in Durban, but the world over.
Human trafficking has become somewhat of a buzz phrase over the past few years. We follow the Instagram accounts, we go on the marches , we buy the shirts and take a selfie with black tape over our mouths. We share the posts of international campaigns. All of this is worthy, helpful and brings general awareness.
General understanding is ok. I mean not knowing or understanding the complex, means that the bubble stays intact. Lives are able to continue without a requirement of action.
Ahhh the sweet sweet bubble.
The environment in which we are working has been described as a “dark underworld”, I disagree. Is it dark? HECK YES! The darkest possible, is it an underworld? No not really. The term “underworld” suggests secrecy, this life isn’t secret. It’s laid out for all who care to see. It’s daily life for thousands in our city. It’s right there on the surface for those who are willing enough to see.
There has been uproar over Siam and her life. There has been anger and judgement towards her mother. Social media loves to attack the victim. Keyboard warriors with fast fingers and little knowledge, sitting in their well protected bubble.
Every single day our ladies face rape, abuse and death. Every client possibly the one who ends their fragile life. Severe PTSD, trauma related addiction and fear are the norm for the majority of our ladies. There is no “underworld” here, its life of the broken and abused.
It’s right there laid out for all who care to see. Take a drive through our city streets. Look through the bubble, see them.
See them as He sees them. Women who were created for more than this. Women who were once that beautiful, perfect newborn who were born for greatness, but never had the opportunity to walk in it.
Ask yourself, “do I really care?”
Everyone likes to think that they do, but when the s$&t hits the fan what happens? When Siam’s case has run its course, then what?
How many are truly willing to volunteer to pop their own bubble for the sake of others?
I’m not talking to those who are already fighting, those who are walking the walk. We see you we love you.
I’m talking directly to those who love to leave their social media comments. Those who are currently outraged over Siam. Those who constantly say they want to help but never fully commit.
Are you ready to fight?
Are you willing to see?
Consider those two questions very carefully because once you see it, it is with you. Once you know too much there is no going back to the bubble.
Oh bubble how I miss you.