Thursday, October 25, 2012

Sights and Sounds

The ministry in Bolivia works with women and families affected by prostitution. When deciding to work with this particular ministry, I did not feel a specific call to this demographic, but felt like God was inviting me to learn with him. During my 9 week internship, they slowly eased us into this new world. We spent about a month educating ourselves on the realities of prostitution and sex trafficking. Even though the people in the articles and videos were not personal friends, I felt a huge emotional burden as I began to step into their world. The realities of the sex trade are startling and sickening. The reality of a person selling their body, whether by "choice" or force, dozens of times a night is a dark and tragic existence. I found myself incredibly overwhelmed and angered by the situation. And my biggest struggle was a temptation to harbor hate and bitterness towards the "johns" and the brothel owners and crumble under the paralysis of hopelessness.

Towards the end of my time with the ministry, I was able to join a few of the staff members for their weekly visit to the brothels. I went into the night feeling scared and nervous about what kind of things my eyes might see and what kind of emotions might well up in my heart. Thankfully, we begin the night in prayer, giving the Lord our fears and weaknesses and asking for his guidance and protection. The whole night I basically stayed back and solely focused on observing and taking in the surroundings. We visited about three brothels that night. We spent our energies walking through each of the brothels, looking for available girls, introducing ourselves and our center, and getting to know a little of their story.

The brothels were dark and smokey. There were large propane space heaters to keep the buildings warm in the harsh El Alto climate. Dozens of doors lined the hallways, usually on two separate floors. The women stood by their doors waiting for perspective clients. The rooms were tiny - just enough room for a twin bed and a side table, usually lit up with an eerie red light. The women were very diverse in age and appearance. The ages ranged from 15 or so up to mid-50s perhaps. Some of the women were dressed very traditionally, others had more modern sexy clothing, and still others wore absolutely nothing. Before the men started to arrive the women leisurely got themselves ready for their work ahead. Many changed into sexy outfits, many applied thick make-up, others seemed to spend their free time getting high or drunk, and several socialized with their friends and neighbors in the brothel. One image that sticks in my head is of a young woman counting the number of condoms that she had for the evening - there must have been about 20 or 30. In the middle of the brothels there was often a bar and a small convenience store, selling the likes of condoms, lubricators, etc. Around 7pm the men began to flood in. The music got pumped up and the lights turned down. I was overwhelmed by the number of men wondering through the narrow hallways.

As I squeezed past the hundreds of men and dodged their staring eyes, my emotions were running high. I felt grossed out and judgmental of the men. But I also felt sized up and like the men were wondering if we too were offering services. Mostly, the men and the girls were just curious about what we were doing there. The biggest fear I had and the main reason I didn't want to make eye contact with the men was because I was terrified that I would run into someone I knew. But I was surprised and happy that God really seemed to give me an incredible love and compassion for the women. They are each lovely and unique and made in the image of God. They often have husbands and children. They have many challenges, but also joy and so much beauty. I truly believe that if given the choice, each of the women would choose to leave their life in the brothels. But sometimes it's just easier to stay. These women need to know that they are loved and valued by God their Creator. That they are meant for so much more. They need to know that there are other options. There is hope for a better future. I am so grateful to be a part of this important ministry.

2 comments:

  1. Ali, what a heartfelt description of what I know was an unnerving situation. It is hard to look ugliness in the face, but God so often calls us to do just that. I have loved watching your continued growth these last few years and often find myself examining my own life after I read about yours. Thanks for challenging me and for giving yourself to God's work in the world. I think you are fantastic!

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  2. I loved reading this. Thank you for sharing. And it was great meeting you this morning.
    Annie P

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