Human trafficking is very real
In response to the article regarding the “Red Sand Project” (the anti-human trafficking campaign) in Marshalltown in your Saturday’s paper I will relate three incidents close to home.
My neighbor related that the secretary of her real estate office, shopping at the Merle Hay Mall in Des Moines as they headed for their car with their packages, one daughter took the stairs down to the restroom and when she didn’t come to the car the mother went back to check on her. As she got to the door here came two women up the stairs dragging her daughter and saying, “Will you hold the door open for us, my daughter is sick.” The mother replies “Your daughter, that is my daughter!” They drop her and run to a car waiting outside the door.
The next incident is when I saw my grandson on his way home from school, I stopped and inquired if I could take him home and he replied he would rather just walk. As I went down the hill I noticed a white service truck had stopped and was blocking the street he would have to cross. I drove on before it hit me I noticed in passing rather quickly that the driver had his door open as though he was waiting for my grandson to cross the street. Well, to make a long story short, this old grandma put my car in reverse and drove 90 miles an hour backing up and when I got there in time, the driver speed off even faster. What does that tell you?
The third incident is in regards to myself as a young teenager, working my first job at an exclusive dress shop in Kansas City, staying with my older sister and so thankful my mother spoke to me about the danger of, what she called “white slavery.” I am so thankful for I was very trusting and naive. Two women, very tall and appeared to be women and supposing I was on commission maybe, would always ask for me. This, of course was very flattering to me, being the youngest on the floor and ran my sales up and we became acquainted on a first-name basis. Well, one evening as I was walking home from work this very expensive looking car pulled forward with only one of the women with the door open for me to get in as she said she would give me a ride home. I stepped off the curb when I remembered what mother warned me of so I immediately stopped, thanked her and said I was almost home. But, guess what? They never came in the store again.