Sixth in an eight-part series
Sometimes it’s hard to imagine this thing we used to call “shame.” In the era of reality TV and YouTube, where almost anything goes, shame seems like a social anachronism.
But not in the world of sex trafficking: in that world, shame is wrought through isolation, according to Norma Ramos, co-executive director of the New York-based Coalition Against Trafficking in Women.
“Victims of sex trafficking are very stigmatized,” Ramos said. “All human trafficking is damaging and abusive of a human being’s human rights. With sex trafficking, you’re adding another element. Very often, victims don’t even want to admit they have been sex trafficked because of the tremendous stigma surrounding sexual exploitation.”
I saw what stigma and shame did to a family in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. I’m just outside the home of a man whose 19-year old daughter was just rescued from a brothel in China. The neighbors don’t know it.
I notice a hand written “For Sale” sign outside of this tiny home off a side street. To sell your home — with no where else to go — is considered an act of desperation anywhere. In Vietnam, it’s much more than that. The home is forever, to be passed down to your children. But inside, this distraught father says he has no choice. He’s deeply in debt for buses, rented cars, telephone calls, assorted bribes — the cost of borrowing money to rescue his daughter.
“I think, simply, we are parents, we have to take care of our kids at any cost,” the father said. “This house is important and I want to pass it down to my two children, for their future. But it doesn’t belong to me. I feel bad for my children, but I love my daughter and that’s why I can easily sell it.”
This story began when the father got a call from one of his daughter’s friends, from 700 miles north of here in Hanoi, where she was visiting.
“And she told me that my little girl had been kidnapped and trafficked to China,” he said. “She told us that the traffickers posing as friends brought her to Ha Long Bay, Vietnam, for sightseeing. But, in fact, they took her to China. They made her a prostitute.”
No one knows this story other than family, a childhood friend, two cops in China, an anti-trafficking activist and me.
“No, I have to keep it quiet,” the father said. “I cannot tell anyone.”
Because his daughter, sitting just a few feet away, though a victim, would likely never find a husband or be able to complete her education if what she calls “her shame” is ever exposed.
“My father cares for me and loves me and I feel sorry that I have made him sad,” the daughter said. “I have brought shame to our family.”
Her shame has also kept the people who trafficked her in business. Most victims don’t testify against them. If they did, they’d be exposing their time in the sex trade, and in Vietnamese culture, how one became a prostitute is less important than the fact that you were or are a prostitute. You are perceived as tainted, and thus you are shunned.
Shame doesn’t just keep trafficking alive in Asia. It’s also at play 9,000 miles away in Boston.
“The issue of human trafficking in Vietnam is in the back of our minds all the time,” said Nam Pham, executive director of Viet AID, a nonprofit working on behalf of Vietnamese Americans, who number 30,000 strong in Boston.
“There are a couple of young ladies that our staff members know of and working to try to help them,” Pham said. “The most difficult thing for us to deal with is they are afraid of being arrested, they are afraid of bringing shame to their family, and they basically don’t trust anybody but a very small circle of people.”
And even inside that small circle, the families of victims hide the truth.
“We’re talking about 15, 16, 17-year-old girls and the pimps, or the boyfriends, are often in their twenties or in their thirties,” Pham said. “And the family’s afraid that, if I let this issue [be] known, if I report to the police, I would be shamed also, because I did not take care of my children.”
Back at the home in Ho Chi Minh City, the family is watching television. The father, a quiet, dignified man, has received several inquires about the property. Potential buyers want to know why he’s selling his home. And he says, without further elaboration, that he has to. His 19-year-old, daughter sitting on the couch, a survivor of the underground trade, pulls her knees up to her chin and stares aimlessly at the screen.
Additional contextual resources for this story are available at the Schuster Institute for Investigative Journalism's website.