“It was only for a second that my eyes locked with yours, only one moment, but I will never forget you. It was a beautiful day, but by the look on your face, I’m sure you never noticed. I had been told about these things before — I hoped they were not true. But when I saw you locked tightly in the arm of that old white man, held like a trophy, imprisoned like a slave, I knew it was real. Undeniably, painfully, real. Here an injustice stared me in the face.
A child, maybe 14 years of age, your value and worth cheapened by the man who held you, your eyes a heartbreaking reflection of experiences you should never have had.
Lust. Objectification. Selfish desire.
You are nothing but a tourist attraction to him.
I am sickened by the thought that some people believe you could be purchased so simply, just like a toy. Why must your experience of the word love be so distorted, so crude?
Why are we, lovers of justice, not flying across nations and oceans to be with you? Do those men value you more, because they are willing to spend their time and money?
Shouldn’t we have more of a passion to pursue you?”
-Sex + Money, A Global Search for Human Worth
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