Disturbing Phnom Pehn "Slave" Brothel Report-

[Uthai]

Cent,

 

Being from Atlantic Canada I do harbor some lingering resentment after some of your boys threw that tea-party and then went on that tar and feather rampage which resulted in some of my kin pulling up stakes and scurrying across the border into Canada.

 

Another festering wound is how BOBBY shortened his career by sacrificing his body for the greater glory of Boston.

 

But I take solace in the fact that I can sit in a Casino in Canada with a joint in one hand and a hooker in the other talking to my best bud, Steve, about our forthcoming nuptials.

 

My biases against people from Boston have in no way caused me to single you out in my pervious post but I felt I needed to make a full disclosure.

 

P.S. Enjoy your writings

[Central Scrutinizer]

HIGH THAIED said:

<<<<but right here it says SHE made the choice to enter into this sort of agreement. Where is this slavery?<<<

 

The slavery is in the details. While maybe seemingly entering willingly, she had no choice, in the end. She did not make the choice. It was made *for* her, by circumstance. And yes...it was her own family who put her there.

 

HT

 

 

 

 

HT,

 

There is a big difference between slavery and making choices, some not very good choices, due to circumstances. As you wrote a lot of these women are almost "programmed" to accept their "fate" their "karma" and do not fight back strenuously when this choice is presented to them. It's all to "help the family", even when the family isn't that bad off to begin with. Like I said earlier, maybe this thread should focus more on why the women/daughters/wives are NOT valued enough where most family members would do anything in their power to keep a lady from even entertaining this choice to help the family. There almost seems to be a "pimp" mentality in this part of the world to a certain extent indoctrinated through their religious beliefs and cultural patriarchal society. Women are not valued as much as men. I've said it before and I'll say it again, in a lot of ways Thailand is fifty years behind, at least, then the west is in certain areas. It IS a totally alien at times society and culture from what we are used to and the way we were taught and brought up to think. What I truly used to like about this board is we could all discuss these things in an adult manner without all the hysteria some brought into every thread they disagreed with the subject matter of.

This hasn't been the case the past year or so, and it was a few who ruined it for all.

 

 

Cent

[Guest lazyphil]

IME I saw slimey falangs mooching around brothel streets with early teenage and pre teen girls and of course older woman in both PP and Siem Reap within hours of being in both citys, it goes on in LOS and the UK but isn't on show or tolerated. Now I'm certainly not saying consenting p4p doesn't occur in Cambodia but it has or at least did have an ambivalent attitude to child rape p4p.

[Central Scrutinizer]

Uthai said:

Cent,

 

Being from Atlantic Canada I do harbor some lingering resentment after some of your boys threw that tea-party and then went on that tar and feather rampage which resulted in some of my kin pulling up stakes and scurrying across the border into Canada.

 

Another festering wound is how BOBBY shortened his career by sacrificing his body for the greater glory of Boston.

 

But I take solace in the fact that I can sit in a Casino in Canada with a joint in one hand and a hooker in the other talking to my best bud, Steve, about our forthcoming nuptials.

 

My biases against people from Boston have in no way caused me to single you out in my pervious post but I felt I needed to make a full disclosure.

 

P.S. Enjoy your writings

 

 

 

 

Uthai,

 

Hell, you think I moved here by choice? It's fucking freezing here and a storm is coming tomorrow night that is supposed to dump 12 to 18 inches of that wonderful white shit on us, again. My parents moved me back there at the age of 13 from Southern Jersey. I was an Eagles and 76ers fan. I hate hockey because it is a cold weather sport and I hate cold weather, I had just moved tio Boston when Orr did that stuff and had no clue why everyone was all excited about that crazy sport, and my family moved here from Sweden and Ireland way after the Tea Party stuff and the war of independence from the British taxes. (It didn't change the paying of the taxes, just who we pay them to really.) And BTW my mother's family all all Canuks from Quebec. Probably wanting to move to a warmer clime I'd think is why they came here. So I'll not take blame for any of your prejudices against us Bostonians. ALthough I like football and the Pats have finally given me reason to smile these past few years. :: (Thought I'd be dead in my grave before they ever won a Superbowl, now look at them! And who do I root for now? If the Eagles get in and the Pats?

 

I was getting around down the thread to answering your post. No problems Uthai. Glad you enjoy the stories. May post a couple new ones soon. Been busy lately. Shouldn't even be on here now really! ::

 

I wish that the Puritans and religious fanatics down here would let us have a more open and free society such as you fuckers up there seem to enjoy! Peace brother.

 

Cent

[soongmak]

HIGH THAIED said:

While maybe seemingly entering willingly, she had no choice, in the end. She did not make the choice. It was made *for* her, by circumstance. And yes...it was her own family who put her there.

 

HT

 

Well ring the bells and hallelujah! I never thought I would hear you say that. So not every prostitute needs to have certain personality traits to enter the business? Circumstance can have something to do with it?

 

BTW, i don't think you can't call it slavery. the girl is a victim of circumstance and her character (she want to help her family any which way she can), but there is a choice IMO. The same goes for girls entering the bizz in LOS.

 

Cheers!

[buffalo_bill]

Uthai ,

 

in response to your post I take pride in correcting myself and am seriously ashamed of my previous wrongdoings. I am talking about awarding you the lowlife trophy following certain events in a brothel in Cambodia.

 

I see this now in a greater context and realise I was wrong. Fact is that your recent posts strongly remind of my alltime internet favorite, handle " Goosebaypisshead " who has repeatedly been banned from this board due to posting obvious amok . I miss this guy like nothing else , you still do not achieve his level , nobody ever will , but it looks good .

 

Let us therefore look into a promising future , wishing you and your bride a time full of harmony. Is she from Cambodia ?

 

BuBi

[kamui]

Here is the last part of the sequel:

 

Back to the Brothel

Srey Mom.

 

By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF

The New York Times

 

Published: January 22, 2005

 

Freeing Sex Slaves

It's been a year since Nicholas D. Kristof purchased the freedom of two teenage Cambodian prostitutes. Srey Neth's story was a happy one, but what has happened to Srey Mom?

 

Poipet, Cambodia ? After I purchased Srey Mom from her brothel for $203 a year ago and brought her back to her village, the joy was overwhelming. Her parents and siblings had assumed she was dead, and they shrieked and hugged and cried.

 

I had doubts about the other sex slave I had purchased, Srey Neth, whom I wrote about on Wednesday - and who in fact is thriving and is now preparing to become a hairdresser. But I was pretty sure that Srey Mom would make it.

 

So I'm devastated to say that a year later, I found Srey Mom back here in the wild town of Poipet, in her old brothel. She's devastated, too - when she spotted me, she ran away to her room in the back of the brothel until she could compose herself.

 

"I never lie to people, but I lied to you," she said forlornly. "I said I would not come back, and I did. I didn't want to return, but I did."

 

Yet, sadly, such an experience is common. Aid groups find it unnerving that they liberate teenagers from the bleak back rooms of a brothel, take them to a nice shelter - and then at night the kids sometimes climb over the walls and run back to the brothel.

 

It would be a tidier world if slaves always sought freedom. But prostitutes often are shattered and stigmatized, and sometimes they feel that the only place they can hold their head high is in the brothel.

 

Srey Mom, too, has zero self-esteem, but in her case no one in her village knew her background, and she was clear of debts. The central problem, as best I can piece together the situation, is that she was addicted to methamphetamines, and that craving destroyed her will power, sending her fleeing back to the brothel so that she could get her drugs.

 

Over the last year, an aid group looking after Srey Mom, American Assistance for Cambodia, gave her several more chances, once bringing her to Phnom Penh to enroll in school to become a hair dresser. But each time, Srey Mom fled back to drugs and the brothel.

 

"Ninety-five percent of the girls take drugs," Srey Mom told me. Some girls inject morphine, but brothel owners worry that needle holes make girls look unsightly, so methamphetamine pills are most common.

 

Some brothel owners welcome addiction, because it makes the girls dependent upon them. But Srey Mom said that is not true of her brothel owner, Heok Tem, whom she calls "Mother."

 

"Mother doesn't want us to use drugs," Srey Mom said. She has an eerily close relationship with Mrs. Heok Tem, and these days that emotional bond keeps her in the brothel as much as do her debts. Mrs. Heok Tem seems to feel genuine affection for Srey Mom and truly helped in the effort to get Srey Mom to start a new life, but she also cheats Srey Mom ruthlessly - I examined the brothel's account books - and rakes in cash by pimping the girl, which exposes her to AIDS.

 

"It's wrong," Mrs. Heok Tem admitted. But for now, she says, she needs the money.

 

Srey Mom still says her dream is to start life over in her village. "I want to go away," she said. "I don't want to stay here long. I'm not happy here. ... I will just look after my younger sisters. I'm already bad, and I don't want them to become bad like me."

 

I don't believe it will ever happen. I hate to write anyone off, but I'm afraid that Srey Mom will remain in the brothel until she is dying of AIDS (36 percent of girls in local brothels have H.I.V., and eventually it catches up with almost all of them). I finally dared tell her my fear. I described some young women I had just seen, gaunt and groaning, dying of AIDS in Poipet, and I told her I feared she would end up the same way.

 

"I'm afraid of that, too," she replied, her voice breaking. "This is an unhappy life. I don't want to do this."

 

Maybe that's what I find saddest about Srey Mom: She is a wonderful, good-hearted girl who gives money to beggars, who offers Buddhist prayers for redemption - but who is already so broken that she seems unable to escape a world that she hates and knows is killing her.

 

President Bush declared in his inaugural address this week that "no one deserves to be a slave" and that advancing freedom is "the calling of our time." I can't think of a better place to start than the hundreds of thousands of girls trafficked each year, for this 21st-century version of slavery has not only grown in recent years but is also especially diabolical - it poisons its victims, like Srey Mom, so that eventually chains are often redundant.

[Guest]

Hi soongmak,

 

>>>Well ring the bells and hallelujah! I never thought I would hear you say that. So not every prostitute needs to have certain personality traits to enter the business? Circumstance can have something to do with it?>>

 

I've never not known this. And have never said so. I've always said many are there, due to circumstances beyond their control.

 

But some are also there, because they want to be there, and not every hooker is there, due to poverty situations, and family forcing them to be there.

 

It's a varied group, to be sure, and it's impossible to pigeonhole them, as such, one way or another.

 

Sure I'll tell a newbie to be carefull there. But don't translate that into my not understanding the situation there. I understand it quite well.

 

HT

[bibblies]

So, to sum Mr Kristoff's articles up:

 

1. Problem caused by family fucking things up even when given money.

2. Problem caused by girl fucking herself up with yaa baa.

 

Hmmm, as a relatively old hand, how surprised am I to hear that? Throw in "3. Problem caused by girl getting pregnant to an irresponsible father who runs away" and we have 99.9% of the causes sewn up.

 

And yet, this guy still sticks to the sex and "slavery" aspect - the effect, not the cause.

 

Why don't the papers make the same fuss about all the kids selling flowers and chewing gum around Sukhumvit, for instance, rather than focus on much older girls selling sex? Kids kept for begging by gangs? What chance do they have? Surely it's simply a puritanical American obsession with sex and the spiteful rage some people feel that white men should be having sex at all. Somehow I feel that if the same girls, with the same backgrounds, were similarly "enslaved" and risking their lives in factories that catered for only Asian customers, there wouldn't be the same fuss. But, logically, why? What's the big deal about sex?

 

Hey, first world - this is simply the third world's struggle for money you're looking at! Only you don't remember what is was like when you didn't have it and what you had to go through to work your way up. If only these girls would go back to their back-breaking life of poverty in the country so we wouldn't hear anything more about them, eh?

[Guest]

"Aid groups find it unnerving that they liberate teenagers from the bleak back rooms of a brothel, take them to a nice shelter - and then at night the kids sometimes climb over the walls and run back to the brothel."

 

Leaves one thoughtful about freedom and slavery...and Cioran sure had a point when he suggested running away from people who claim they want to help you. They're here mostly to impose their values and try to slam upon others what they reckon it's best.

Please, when you pass by my table, keep on walking...