Hello, Friday. My, what a week. Some actual work came in. I got up early. One day. Grew broccoli sprouts in my little sprout-container thing. Bought ribs buy-one-get-one-free at Harris Teeter. A million other things I’m forgetting. I am learning the joys of Pandora. And then there was the nearly three-hour meeting today about human trafficking in Wilmington. Oh, slavery. What a way to end the week.
I came home from the meeting and immediately took two Tylenol. (I always start with one to see if that does the trick, but not today. It was a straight-to-two kind of day.) Then, green tea. Then, The Daily Show because I needed to sprawl on the futon and chuckle a bit. Paid bills. Updated the budget. Continued to customize my “radio” stations on Pandora. Thought I’d spend the afternoon writing, but no way.
Tonight I’m doing Congo stuff. Shoot, on the same day as human trafficking? Seriously? I’m not sure where my involvement with either cause is going right now, but here I am attending meetings, talking about things like a gang in Wilmington—little old Wilmington—called the Murder Mamas, full of thirteen- to fifteen-year-old girls who to join the gang must have a baby and must kill someone. I am not making this up. Right now, I’d like to curse, and frankly I feel that might be wholly appropriate. And no, my children will not be attending public high school in Wilmington.
Okay, then. Now, I’ve got to get off the futon and eat something for dinner and go do the Congo thing. And then I’ll come home and relax and do the weekend thing. And then I’ll get up early next week, at least one day, and somehow, somehow I’ll figure out what I’m supposed to do, what my part is. All I need to do is my part. And keep stocked up on painkillers for the headaches along the way.
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wow Erin. You’ll have to tell me more about the trafficking in Wilmington. Scary stuff!
Yes, it’s insane that it’s prevalent here. (Port City near interstates + nearby military base…) Apparently all the things that make us great for drug trafficking make us great for trafficking humans as well. Yay.
Murder Mamas? WTF? (Figured we could use a splash of appropriate cursing here.)
Maybe I’m naive, but why would proximity to a military base be good for human trafficking? And Murder Mamas? My God, the gang activity in Wilmington seems to have reached a new low.
Sabrina: exactly.
Kristin: it’s a matter of demand. Anywhere you have a military base, you have prostitution because there’s demand for it, and where you have demand for prostitution, you’re going to have human trafficking.
Wow…Murder Mamas. That is absolutely the worst thing that I have heard about in some time… I really don’t want my kids to go to public school at all, but we’ll have to see what to do about that when I actually have kids.
Human trafficking is so hard to even fathom. That video that Jesse sent me to was eye opening. It’s so scary the world we live in. Can’t wait ’till Jesus comes back.
I cannot comprehend the worldview that someone must have to decide that having a baby as a baby and killing someone is a great way to form a community. It speaks a lot about the other options that are(n’t) available if this is the preferred form of community and entertainment. But then again, regardless of where people come from and what has been done to them, we are all beings that make our own choices and must be prepared to deal with those choices. And really, the whole premise of murder mamas is awful because it involves bringing into life a baby who likely won’t have a better life than the mother and the killing of another life for, I’m imagining, some wholly arbitrary reason, though that doesn’t make it worse than it already is. Three lives directly ruined and then all those connected with those lives. So sad.
Well-said, Zea! Kinda takes us back to our previous conversation about this crazy world and feeling not-so-crazy about the humans in it.