Creative expression invites people from all walks of life to exchange ideas and sit at the same table. For issues like trafficking where vast resources, comprehensive strategy, and the will and work of so many good people are required to eradicate it, the arts can uniquely connect people and compel them to conversation, debate and to action.
Have you ever felt so deeply about something you don’t know what to say? You know something in your guts, and yet you can’t shape the knowing into a word. It’s often how I feel about the big questions – about life and what it means, the things of faith, and big words so easily thrown around like “justice.”
As she drove we talked. I peppered her with questions about the Detention Centres and her work ministering to Vietnamese workers who by some ironic twist of fate, or a bad decision, and usually because of forces outside their own power, arrive in Malaysia legally on contracts, but become illegal in the process.
Some of the other men, like him sold to the syndicate, weren’t so lucky. Had no money at all. And after phone calls to what friends they had in Malaysia, or back home in Burma, or to Bangladesh, when they still were unable to come up with funds – RM 1600, about 500 USD, to pay the men who now owned them for freedom – the pistol whipping, the cutting, the punches and bruising ensued.
The tears trailed across Noor’s face, wove quietly into his narrative when he told us that his family – siblings, a mother, and two sons – were still in the camp. In this place where horrors were not only conveyed in dreams of the night. In this place that he fled. Still living, forever just sitting there, away from their country and, worse, away from him. His wife had run. He had no knowledge of her whereabouts.
- Delft Blue
- Disappointed by Hope
- free stuff
- George Herbert
- Hope in Action
- human trafficking
- R.S. Thomas
- She Has A Name
- Ten Silver Coins
- We Are the Body