My daughter’s night in a strip club
From my daughter Talia when she was in Thailand. Also see Sex for Sale and Sex for Sale, Pt. 2.
Thailand is amazing, I have LOVED it. I spent a week in Bangkok working on writing, and actually got to go
into the bars one night – it was unbelievable. Seriously, I walked in
and immediately stared at the ground. This was the scene from movies my
parents either fast forwarded or didn’t let me watch at all. Girls were
piled up on stage – about 50-70 of them. All in G-string bikinis, all
dancing erotically with poles or one another.
It was unreal, the stuff that
only happens in the movies. Guys dotted the sides, jeering the girls.
Mama Song (the woman pimp who managed/owned the club) walked around,
enticing the guys, trying to turn them on; because then they would be
more likely to purchase a girl.
I sat with Stacy in
a corner, forcing myself to look the girls in the eyes. Mama Song
beckoned to a really pretty girl with curly brown hair. The girl
climbed up beside the guy she’d been called for and began flirting. She
was coy and sweet, and the guy bought her a drink.
They talked some
more, she whispered in his ear and then went back up for more dancing.
After a couple of songs she sat beside him and they negotiated a price.
Five minutes later she emerged from the dressing room in a cute little
dress and they soon departed. I felt like I was watching my little
sister leave for a date with a serial rapist. My heart felt like it was
ripped in two; I can only imagine how hard it must be for people who go out more than once.
After
that we rejoined the others who had bought a couple of girls drinks
(they get to stop dancing and talk with you if you buy them a drink –
house rules).
One girl was only 15, she lied and said she was 19 so she
could work there. She’d only been working for three weeks!
We (and some
other girls who have continued on for the past few weeks) work with a
ministry called NightLight who work at getting the girls out of the
bars. It’s heart-wrenching, completely heart-wrenching.
As we left, I
looked at my friend Becca and said, “I could never bring my mom in
there; she wouldn’t be able to stop crying.”
I was so blessed to get to go out for even a night – (my original
plan was to be on a bus headed North to join my team). But it was
eye-opening and also helps give me a taste for what we’ll be doing next
month in Cambodia (working with girls who have come out of the bars).
Please pray for the ministries here that are doing this all the time
and for my team next month as we venture in to try and help with the
aftermath.
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Talia, your story is compelling and breaks my heart. Our daughter, Marlena, just Left Cambodia and is in Malaysia now and has witnessed this form of slavery herself. Continue to be the feet, arms, heart, and mind of Christ as you serve Him wherever you are today! May you and your family have a blessed Thanksgiving this year…2010! mike griffey
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