An Investigator Journals from 2017 Deployment
Sepo. I can’t forget her.
She was selling herself on the street. She was from Zambia, and her smile was pure. To her, I was just another prospective john, but she treated me like a genuine friend.
And it’s that fact that has me in tears, weeks after deployment.
She’d been trafficked — sold on the idea that she’d teach English, only to discover upon her arrival to the city that there was no teaching job, that she now owed her traffickers $7,000, and she had only one way of paying it off. In that way, a sale to me would have represented another small step toward her freedom. What a price to pay.
She shared her story with me, which was heartbreaking. But the really gut-wrenching aspect of all of it never really hit home until I spoke with my post-deployment counselor.
The thing is, Sepo was a captive, but she was not crushed.
Despite her enslavement, she behaved with dignity and humility. Sepo’s smile, though offered through a thousand different pains, felt so genuine. Her words did not bite or sting. There she was, a slave, and yet she passed no pain or bitterness on to me — a presumed predator of her vulnerability.
On one hand [in this work], one can see the horrific evil of which the human heart is capable, and in the same moment, through the demeanor of someone like Sepo, the greatness of humanity’s spirit is fully displayed.
– Aaron*, Investigator on Deployment with The Exodus Road in SE Asia