It took time to find women who had survived. I went to shelters; I met with lawyers and social workers. And when I finally sat there with one young lady, and took out my camera, I saw an indescribable terror in her eyes.<\/p>\n I assumed that she was afraid of being photographed and recognised by those whom she had escaped. But that was far from the truth.<\/p>\n The camera reminded many of the young women of their experience of being trafficked. They were often photographed by the pimps during what is known as the \u201cbreak down\u201d period \u2013 days or weeks of torture and rape designed to break down the spirit and resistance of their victims. Some were videotaped while being gang-raped.<\/p>\n It was an effective method of control. \u201cIf you ever try to run away, we have the photos here as proof. We know where you live. We\u2019ll send them to your father, to your mother,\u201d they were told.<\/p>\n I understood that the camera had become my foe.<\/p>\n It would take time and trust. In some cases it took months, in some years.<\/p>\n I pulled out a notepad instead and listened to their stories. I returned whenever I could. And over time, I started piecing together the reality of sex trafficking. I began to understand what greased its wheels \u2013 persistent poverty, demand and corruption.<\/p>\n Showing the faces of these young women was no longer enough of a testament to their courage and strength.<\/p>\n The missing piece of the puzzle was what happened to the women once they were sold in the countries that exploited them as sex slaves.<\/p>\n I decided to follow their route, making my way to the red-light districts and brothels of Istanbul, Athens, Dubai, Prague \u2026<\/p>\n \u2018The banality of evil\u2019 <\/strong><\/p>\n It was dangerous. But there was another problem. As a woman, I couldn\u2019t pose as a client as many of my male investigative colleagues did.<\/p>\n I also had no budget for this work so coming up with a more elaborate undercover trafficking operation wasn\u2019t a viable option. I had to become one of the women. I had to devise a plan that could get me into these spaces. And I had to bring in hidden cameras and film what I was seeing.<\/p>\n The banality of evil helps its disguise.<\/p>\n Imagine this: an apartment in a regular neighbourhood in Istanbul with a fruit stand nearby. In it lives a husband, his wife and their two children. They have an extra room that is always locked.<\/p>\n Men ring the doorbell during the day. It gets very busy around lunchtime. The husband unlocks the door to the room, stands outside, then escorts the men to the front door when they\u2019re finished, collects their money and tells them to come again.<\/p>\n All the while, the wife and children go about their daily routine of homework, dish-washing and soap-opera watching.<\/p>\n Inside the room are three trafficked girls from Moldova. There are dirty blankets on the floor. They sleep on those. The window is barred and locked. The girls wear T-shirts and panties. They haven\u2019t showered for days.<\/p>\n The customer enters the room, chooses the girl he wants and forces himself on her. He pays by the minute.<\/p>\n The other two huddle in the corner and wait for it to be over. They often face the wall, but they no longer cry.<\/p>\n One of them has been looking for a sharp object with which to slit her wrists but finds nothing in the room.<\/p>\n She will have to steal something from a client. She hopes for a knife, but wonders how she will get it from his pocket.<\/p>\n Once a day, the door opens and the man \u2013 the father of the children and husband of the wife \u2013 throws a few bananas into the room, then quickly locks the door. They are nothing but filthy animals, he thinks to himself.<\/p>\n \u2018It eats at your dreams\u2019 <\/strong><\/p>\n After we released the resulting documentary,\u00a0 The Price of Sex,\u00a0 <\/em> I travelled with the film for two years and spoke to people all over the world. At the end of those two years, I counted how many cities and venues I had spoken at \u2013 67.<\/p>\n The questions that came up were often similar: How has this work changed you?; Don\u2019t you think that men are the reason this continues to exist?; What\u2019s the solution? Do you think making a film about something so complex is enough?<\/p>\n Yes, this work has changed me. I\u2019ve seen some of the worst that we are capable of. I\u2019ve been in the presence of sadness that has no end.<\/p>\n It\u2019s a well without a bottom full of water as black as the darkest night.<\/p>\n It\u2019s a place you can\u2019t return from unharmed.<\/p>\n Once you enter this world, it consumes you and eats at your dreams. The images are most vivid at night.<\/p>\n But no, men are not the only reason why trafficking continues to happen all over our world. Women stand by and watch.<\/p>\n Women sell women. Women deceive women.<\/p>\n Anyone who oversimplifies how the system operates is doing a disservice to the many moving parts of this perfectly designed machine. It runs on profit.<\/p>\n It has nothing to do with human life. In fact, that\u2019s not even a discussion of concern.<\/p>\n All you have to do is spend enough time around traffickers and pimps to know how they perceive the women they sell.<\/p>\n They are cattle, cargo, a commodity to be used and resold as many times as possible.<\/p>\n If she starts acting up, if she gets sick, if she takes too long to complete the tasks she has been ordered to do, you beat or kill her, dump her in the sea, burry her in the backyard or toss her from a highrise. And you get another one in her place.<\/p>\n If she cuts herself too many times, you sell her to another brothel where they like scarred girls.<\/p>\n There is a market for everything. Pregnant? Even better. In Dubai, you can double the price. There are clients looking for pregnant girls.<\/p>\n There are clients looking for girls who are locked and forced into a life of prostitution. I know this because I\u2019ve seen it with my own eyes.<\/p>\n A girl unbuttons her shirt and tells me: \u201cTake a picture.\u201d Her chest is covered with cigarette burns.<\/p>\n \u201cThey used me as an ashtray,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n I can\u2019t take the picture. I tell her to button her shirt. We sit in silence.<\/p>\n \u2018My only weapon is my work\u2019\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n I was given an award for courage at the Lincoln Center in New York. I said they should have given me an award for anger instead. There is nothing courageous about what I\u2019ve done.<\/p>\n In fact, let me be honest. I never wanted to get on a plane. I was always scared.<\/p>\n I would wait until the last moment to pack. I would think of a million reasons to cancel or postpone a trip.<\/p>\n It\u2019s not courage that got me to the airport. It\u2019s the fact that I had promised to return and I had to keep that promise or everyone I had involved over the years would think I didn\u2019t care or that I had given up on them.<\/p>\n I had become a part of the lives of too many people.<\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t let down all the girls who had talked to me and eventually let me film them.<\/p>\n My only weapon is my work. My only way of seeking justice is through my reporting and filming. Everything I knew about trafficking went into the making of The Price of Sex <\/em> .<\/p>\n But is one film enough to make a change?<\/p>\n Well, it\u2019s a start.<\/p>\n The Price of Sex <\/em> was used as a tool in anti-corruption police units in Serbia before we even released it.<\/p>\n Then several months later, the US State Department asked to use it as a training tool in embassies throughout the world.<\/p>\n Then I was invited by the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime to discuss anti-corruption practices.<\/p>\n And after almost three years of this documentary being shown at film festivals, universities and on television screens throughout the world, I was finally able to get it in front of viewers in Turkey.<\/p>\n CNN Turk reached out and conducted an interview with me about my undercover work in Istanbul.<\/p>\n Turkey\u2019s largest daily paper also published a full spread on the film and the women trafficked and sold into prostitution in Istanbul.<\/p>\n Offering alternatives\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n People don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n Those of us who work in journalism assume that everyone has the information necessary to make the right decisions. But they don\u2019t.<\/p>\n The perfect example of this was the number of sold-out screenings I was personally present for.<\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t believe it when I would see hundreds of people waiting in line on a Friday or Saturday night to watch a documentary film about trafficking.<\/p>\n Wouldn\u2019t they rather watch a comedy, I\u2019d wonder. The film is 73 minutes long. So why did people stay for an additional two hours of Q&A? Because they want answers.<\/p>\n It is our job to connect the dots and to spend time investigating complex and dangerous issues. It is also our job to offer realistic solutions.<\/p>\n I know many of my colleagues would disagree with me on that last statement. But making the film was not enough. I had to ensure that I offered the knowledge I had gathered from the people who shared it with me over the years.<\/p>\n I also had personal insight into the way trafficking works in many different countries. And unless we address corruption in the police units and the judicial branches in the countries that benefit from trafficked flesh, unless we offer alternatives for those living in some of the poorest nations in this world, we will continue to see steady numbers of desperate young girls being sold into one of the darkest and most brutal industries of our time.<\/p>\n Education and awareness are not enough. What is required is unilateral action across borders.<\/p>\n \u2018Would I do it again?\u2019\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes I wonder if I would do it again. Would I risk my life knowing everything I know now? Would I pose as a prostitute? Would I enter these brothels again with the hope of finding a way out, and not show fear?<\/p>\n I would if I knew that the outcome would be as powerful as it has been.<\/p>\n Millions have seen the film. Minds have been changed. Young people have a tool they can use and learn from for years to come.<\/p>\n But here is the crazy part. Even if only 20 people got to see the film, I would still do it again. I couldn\u2019t let down all the girls who trusted me to take their stories and to do something good with them. I couldn\u2019t let them down.<\/p>\n For the past decade, photographer and filmmaker Mimi Chakarova has covered global issues examining conflict, corruption and the sex trade. Her film\u00a0 The Price of Sex <\/a> , a feature-length documentary on trafficking and corruption premiered in 2011. <\/em><\/p>\n Chakarova has won numerous awards including the Nestor Almendros Award for courage in filmmaking, the prestigious Daniel Pearl Award for Outstanding International Investigative Reporting, the Magnum Photos Inge Morath Award for her work on sex trafficking, and a People\u2019s Voice Webby as well as a nomination for a News & Documentary Emmy Award. She is also the recipient of the Dorothea Lange Fellowship for outstanding work in documentary photography. <\/em><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/tsgvice.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/4d60e09b6b104044966fef9ced9e5c94_18.jpg\")
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