One Customer At A Time
By Jen Price
March of this year I went to India. It felt like a dream but I witnessed firsthand what it means to live below the line. We walked the streets of the red light district until we came to our destination, a brothel. The dark, narrow staircase led us to the top room where we met the young ladies living there. My mind could not fathom that these lovely ladies were living the life of a prostitute. The reality hit me when I noticed the rows of money boxes and girls getting up to leave in order to entertain a customer. This particular girl was returning from her work. The faraway look in her eyes could not mask the shame and disconnect that was emanating from her. This was not a life she chose but one that was chosen for her as she was sold to this life. This was modern day slavery right before my eyes. Earning an average of $1.50 a day, only to give it to an interest growing debt that she would never be able to repay, enslaved her to this life. This, I believe, is living below the line...