Teens as Young as 13 Rescued from Sex Trafficking at Superbowl - christiannews.net
Excerpt from this article:
"The Federal Bureau of Investigations (FBI) reports that officials
with the organization, in conjunction with over 50 law enforcement
agencies in four states, rescued 16 teens—ages 13 to 17—from a life of
sex trafficking surrounding the Super Bowl. 'High-profile special events, which draw large crowds, have become
lucrative opportunities for child prostitution criminal enterprises,'”
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It's easy to read a story like this and say 'Something needs to be done about this.' And then quickly forget about it and go on with your life. I want to change that. And I want to do it by attaching a human face to this story.
The following is an excerpt from the small book: Sometimes God Has A Kids Face, by Sister Mary Rose McGead
The Word on the Street is John's Prefer Chickens!
"Merry Christmas Mister. Hey, Mister, do you wanna party? Are you
looking for a good time on Christmas Eve? It's $10 bucks for the Globe
Hotel and $20 bucks for me Mister...I've got to stop crying. Nobody's
gonna buy me if I'm crying. It's bad for the John's head. It ruins his
fantasy when a kid he wants to buy has tears in her eyes.
“I
feel like such a jerk, working the Cameo on Christmas Eve. People look
at me real quick, and then look away – except the Johns. Bruce wants me
to come to church on Christmas. He says God won't mind at all. In fact,
He'd like to see me there, Bruce says.
“I'd be afraid. With these
clothes on! Midnight mass would never be the same! Besides, I'd never
be able to sing Silent Night without Crying. Imagine me, in church,
singing Silent Night. God would laugh. Before He got mad, He would
laugh.
“I wish I could call my mother. It would be nice to know
if she's OK. It being Christmas, and all. She'd want to know what I was
doing and where I was, but she already knows. And it would spoil her
Christmas to know I was alive. I wonder if she'd rather think that I was
dead. Maybe I wouldn't hurt her so much then.
“She could go back
to thinking how it used to be on Christmas. When I was little. Before I
left. Before I ruined things. Before dad...I've got to stop crying.
Blue fly will be really mad if he sees me crying. Bruce says I should
come to Covenant House for Christmas. The place looks great, he says.
Christmas trees and presents for the kids and a big turkey dinner.
“It's
hard when it's somebody else's Christmas tree. You walk around all day
thinking of the time when you had one all your own. When you had a
family and you got presents, and you were with people who loved you and
wanted to have you around.
“It's hard to get presents from
somebody you hardly know. Who you never saw before yesterday. Who are
just trying to make you feel good and happy. Sometimes it just makes it
worse.
“It's Christmas, and everybody wants me to be happy.
Except Blue Fly! He wants me to work the Cameo porn theater and pick up
10 Johns. Maybe they'll feel sorry for me and give me some big tips –
before they go home to their own wives and kids and decorate their own
Christmas trees!
“I wonder what kind of presents they're gonna
give the kids at Covenant House this year. I wonder if they'd let me in
again. Bruce said he would. My pimp, Blue Fly, sure won't like it. He
really hassled me the last time I went to Covenant House. He beat me
real bad. I don't want to go through that again!
“I sure don't want to keep doing this, either. Maybe Bruce is right and God won't get mad at me at Christmas!”
Recommended reading and listening:
Part 1: Human Sex Trafficking of U.S. Minors, by Chuck Norris
Part 2: How Do U.S. Minors Become Sex Slaves? by Chuck Norris
