Congratulations to Elizabeth Sy: 1st Generation Cambodian Winner of the Agape Award (Rising Peace Maker Prize)

Elizabeth Sy

1st Generation Cambodian Wins Agape Award

Winner Elizabeth Sy talks candidly about Sex Workers in the Bay.

Video, Ann Bassette, Chris Vargas,
YO!Youth Outlook Multimedia, Sep 30, 2008

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Editors Note: From 2002-2003 the Oakland police department made 218 arrests of Sex workers. The epidemic of sexual exploitation in the Bay Area is nothing new, but the push towards changing the policies that effect how sexually exploited minors are perceived.

At the head of this movement is Elizabeth Sy a 26 year old first generation cambodian woman who recently won a rising peace maker prize for her work with young women involved in the sex trade. YO! Recently talked with Sy and found out how she feels about winning and what steps she feels must be taken for future of sexually exploited minors.

Today the sex trade in Cambodia is one of the largest money making businesses in the nation ... bigger than drug trafficking

Child sex trade: The sad truth

3/16/08
Opinion by Gino Troiani
The Beacon (Wilkes University, Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, USA)

The nation of Cambodia is located in Southeast Asia, just west of Vietnam. It is largely underdeveloped, poverty stricken, and lacks a strong central government.

To support themeselves, many Cambodians live and work on farms, or in factories. In a nation where the average annual salary is around $350 a year, some citizens turn to illegal activities such as narcotics or the sex trade to make money.

Brothels have been an easy way to generate revenue for Cambodian pimps since the early 1900's [KI-Media: 1990s?]. When the United Nations (UN) entered Cambodia, sending troops to supervise the country's transition to the current democratic government, there was a large demand for prostitutes. Not long after the UN left, brothel owners discovered that they could market young girls to huge numbers of foreign clientele.

Today the sex trade in Cambodia is one of the largest money making businesses in the nation.

Out of an estimated 20,000 sex workers in Phnom Penh, Cambodia's capital, the average age is around 15.

According to the U.S. State Department, sex trafficking is becoming a bigger business worldwide than drug trafficking. This means that every day thousands of young girls and boys are bought and sold into slavery.

The big question is, how do these young people find themselves as sex slaves?

According to a recent MSNBC article, one of the most popular ways of recruiting is by promising young girls steady work and shelter, an appealing prospect for girls who hope to help their families with much needed income. When they agree, they are brought to the brothel and sold for money. Because many young women in Cambodia are homeless and uneducated, one can imagine how easy this type of recruiting is. It is also not uncommon for a struggling family to sell one of their own children into the sex trade. The article reported that one woman recalls being tricked and sold to a brothel by her newly wed husband for $200.

The majority of brothels are usually filthy, run down shacks, that offer subhuman living conditions. Upon arrival, the young women are usually beaten, cadged and drugged.

Dateline also reported that, it is also common for the pimps to show pornography to the youngest women, as "educational" background so they know how to service a paying customer. Because Cambodia is ravaged with HIV, AIDS, and numerous sexually transmitted diseases, it is considered good luck for a Cambodian man to have sex with a virgin. Because of this, it is not uncommon for the young girls to have their hymen re-stitched so that they can be sold as virgins more than once for a larger sum. Their ages range from 4 and up.

CNN recently reported that, a young girl only fifteen who was recently rescued from a brothel testified that she had been "locked in a cage," and forced to service at least fifteen customers a day. If she objected she was starved, and shocked with electric rods. She was also given a methamphetamine tablet several times a day to cloud her memory and keep her in an altered state.

What is being done?

There have been numerous efforts by both internal and external organizations to break up the sex trade in Cambodia, but the struggle is far from over. The Cambodian government has set up an anti-trafficking department, but it is poorly funded, and many of the enforcement officers partake in the illegal activity themselves, such as taking handouts and tipping off the brothel owners.

For the girls who do find a way out of the sex trade, many of them turn to specialized shelters, which are dedicated to the rehabilitation of the young women. Here they receive both medical and psychological attention. The sad truth is that most of these girls die at a young age because of AIDS or other physical problems. Also a large number of the girls end up leaving and returning to a life of prostitution because it is the only thing they know.

Most of these young women have been exploited and abused on a daily basis for the majority of their lives. They have been stripped of their basic human rights, and demoralized to the point where there is nothing left but an empty shell. The United States and other developed countries have a moral obligation to educate and hold Cambodia to ensuring basic human rights for all.

Warning: Here comes Hun Sen’s secret “Operation Lightning Strike 2008” ... don’t tell anyone about it

“Operation Lightning Strike 2008” under way

Friday, January 18, 2008
Kampuchea Thmei newspaper
Translated from Khmer by Socheata

Prime Minister Hun Sen issued an order to the city authority to take measure to eliminate small and large illegal gambling operations in the city of Phnom Penh, in order to provide safety for the population for 2008.

A source from the authority of the city of Phnom Penh revealed that the Hun Sen’s order has already reached the city authority, and that the latter is starting to hold meetings to set the date to organize a major raid in Phnom Penh.

Hun Sen’s order points out 8 major (gambling) locations that will bring success to the operation. However, these 8 locations were not revealed by the source.

A source from the military police indicated that the location of the raids was not all aimed at major casinos, but they include a number guesthouses and hotels where drugs are being hidden also. Some guesthouses look like normal guesthouses, but in fact, they are just fronts for very anarchic drug distributions and illegal sex trade.

At certain casinos, young children are allowed to go in and gamble, and they bring in bad influence to the society. An official from the city hall said that some institutions are colluding with the local authorities who hide these collusions from their bosses in order to protect their private interests. A group of experts from the ministry of economy and finance said that the group does not know if these institutions have the proper gambling permit or not, all that the group did was to allow them to conduct their businesses and require them to pay taxes to the state. As for the involvement of these institutions with illegal gambling or not, the experts from the ministry of economic and finances do not know about it.

An official source said that some hotels are being masqueraded as Massage parlor, Karaoke bar, but in fact they also house hidden sex trade parlors and gambling parlors as well. A police officer from the Phnom Penh city police office told Kampuchea Thmei that the police already received its order and that it is waiting for the date of the raid only.

According to Hun Sen’s order letter, gambling in hotels and guesthouses must be raided, and if proofs can be found that the owners of these institutions are involved in these illegal trades, they must be arrested and prosecuted by the law.

The new year operation to raid illegal gambling and sex and drug trades is dubbed “Operation Lightning Strike Operation 2008.”

Cambodia: World Vision Hotline Helps Curb Child Sex Tourism

Ponleu*, a street child in Cambodia's popular tourist town of Sihanoukville, used to walk through markets, restaurants, and beaches every day, offering to shine people's shoes. Tragically, a Western tourist took advantage of Ponleu's trusting nature and repeatedly abused him sexually. A local relief worker learned of the abuse and reported the incident to the authorities through a World Vision-supported hotline. (Sopheak Kong/World Vision)

In the past eight months alone, 349 cases of child sexual exploitation have been reported through the hotline.

October 2007
By Chamnap Nay, Cambodia Communications, and Shawna Templeton, U.S. Advocacy & Communications
World Vision

The port town of Sihanoukville, Cambodia, has become a popular tourist destination in recent years. Dazzling white sand beaches, pristine waters, and magnificent sunsets have made this beach town a vacationer's paradise.

The fledgling tourism industry is growing and creating more jobs. But towns such as Sihanoukville also are known as safe havens for pedophiles to prey on children and not get caught. And the opportunity to earn money from tourists often draws children from impoverished families out to the streets.

'I Would Do Almost Anything for Money'

"When I saw other children make a lot of money from visitors, I wanted to earn, too. So I quit school at grade 2," says 12-year-old Ponleu.*

The prospect of additional income was particularly appealing to Ponleu, whose father was unable to support him. Ponleu's mother died when he was 3 years old, and his two older siblings left Sihanoukville in search of work.

"I would do almost anything for money," says Ponleu. "Every day, I would walk through markets, restaurants, and beaches, searching for recycled wastes and offering to shine people's shoes. I worked from 7 in the morning until 10 at night."

Ponleu's best-paying customers were typically Westerners. In the evenings, he shined shoes at the 'French Village,' a popular tourist hotspot. "I could earn a lot more than [I would at] other places. Foreigners would pay $1 for each shoe," he explains, "while locals paid only 15 cents for a pair."

Hotline a Vehicle for Arrest

When a 36-year-old German man invited Ponleu to eat with him, the unsuspecting boy agreed without hesitation: "I was excited when [the foreigner] invited me and three other boys. I thought it was very kind of him."

Promising them toys, the older man lured the youth into his house before sexually exploiting them. Giving each boy $10, he invited them to return, but told them not to visit him more than once a week. Ponleu's desperate need for money brought him to the pedophile's house six times.

When a child protection officer from the local nongovernmental organization (NGO) M'lop Tapang learned of the abuse, he immediately reported the incident through a local child exploitation hotline. The lead made it possible for the police to arrest the perpetrator, who has since been sentenced to 10 years in prison.

The care and support from M'lop Tapang has helped Ponleu recover from the exploitation that he suffered. He now looks to the future with hope. "When I'm older, I want to learn motorbike repair skills," he says. "I want to be a motorbike repairer."

A Desperately Needed Resource

Established in 2005, a World Vision-supported 24-hour hotline provides citizens and humanitarian workers with a safe channel for reporting child exploitation.

Currently operating in five Cambodian provinces and the capital city of Phnom Penh, the hotline is a desperately needed avenue for enforcement of child protection laws. World Vision publicizes the hotline in tourist hotspots through leaflets, posters, and key chains.

In the past two years, 1,217 cases of child sexual exploitation, human trafficking, and rape have been reported to Cambodia's Ministry of the Interior; of those, 645 were reported through World Vision's hotline. In the past eight months alone, 349 have been cases reported using this method.

More than 1,100 investigations have led to more than 665 prosecutions of both local and foreign sex offenders.

Deterrence, Intervention, and Recovery

World Vision is determined to bring a Christian response to the needs of children suffering from exploitation, abuse, violence, and trauma. Several of our programs in Cambodia aim to respond to the great need, including the Phnom Penh Children's Center and the Neavea Thmey Trauma Recovery Center, which bring healing and protection to exploited and vulnerable children.

In addition, World Vision launched the Child Sex Tourism Prevention Project in 2004. The project's goals are threefold:

• Deter would-be predators through a targeted media campaign;
• Increase law enforcement assistance through partnerships with local and U.S. law enforcement agencies;
• Prevent children from being drawn into the commercial sex trade through interventions like education, advocacy, and the creation of other means to make a living.

"The partnership between NGOs and law enforcement agencies is a powerful one," says Joe Mettimano, World Vision's vice president of advocacy. "Through our combined efforts, we are able to better protect children, identify and prosecute sex offenders, and curtail trafficking. This alliance should put all current or potential sex offenders on notice: Sexually exploit a child in Cambodia and you will go to jail."

*Please note that names have been changed to protect the children's identities.

Global diary: Cambodia

Mariane Pearl in Phnom Penh at the start of her yearlong journey for Glamour.

The sex slave tragedy

In Cambodia, girls as young as five years old are sold into prostitution every day. New columnist Mariane Pearl meets the woman who's bringing them hope...and freedom. Watch the video or see more Global Diary.

By Mariane Pearl
Glamour

It’s noon and the sun is glinting off the tin roofs of a rundown neighborhood in Phnom Penh, Cambodia’s capital city. I am standing outside a barrack built of sticks that seems on the verge of collapse, when a door opens to reveal an unlikely young woman. Haggard from a drunken sleep, she is still wearing bright-red lipstick from the night before and carries an odor of sweat, sperm and filth. Her expression is beyond hatred or submission.

This is my first glimpse into the world of sexual slavery in Cambodia.

I peer into her room, a windowless chamber barely big enough to fit a mattress. The dirt floor is covered with cigarette butts, used condoms and Freedent gum wrappers. There is no furniture aside from her bed—not even a little box where a girl might hide her treasures. Like many of us, I thought I had an image of what prostitution is. But I knew nothing.

I’ve traveled to Phnom Penh to meet Somaly Mam, who has made it her personal mission to help girls like this. Somaly is on the front line of one of the most important societal battles in Asia and perhaps the world. A former sex worker herself—she was sold into prostitution as a child—she’s the cofounder of an aid organization that rescues young women from brothels and then trains them for jobs like weaving and hairdressing. Her group, Acting for Women in Distressing Situations, also known as AFESIP (its acronym in French), has 155 social workers in Cambodia and the neighboring countries of Thailand, Laos and Vietnam. Somaly says the organization has saved 3,000 girls since its founding in 1996.

My visit with Somaly is the first stop in a yearlong journey around the world for Glamour. In this new monthly column, I plan to explore a question that a child could easily ask and an adult could hardly answer: Who changes the world, and how? Senator Robert F. Kennedy once said, “It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped.” I hope to meet women who, by challenging their own fate, are shaping our world and helping to write the history of our generation.

On the day in May that I land in Cambodia, Somaly is in the midst of a personal crisis so serious that it is hard to fathom. Her 14-year-old daughter, Ning, has been missing for almost 24 hours. Somaly fears the worst: that Ning has been kidnapped—perhaps by a young man the family knows—and is at risk of being sold to a brothel.

It sounds simply unimaginable. But as Somaly understands so well from her own line of work, tragedies like this are not uncommon here. Girls are regularly abducted, sometimes right off the streets. Such brutality is fallout from decades of war, totalitarianism and genocide. Still deeply bruised from the dictatorship of Pol Pot in the seventies, Cambodia today ranks as one of Southeast Asia’s poorest nations, where a human life isn’t worth much. Children here are bought and sold into sexual slavery, sometimes by their own parents, for tiny sums of money.

As a result, Cambodia has earned a reputation as one of the worst places in the world for human trafficking. The problem is so severe that Cambodia’s government established a special office, the Anti-Human Trafficking and Juvenile Protection Department, devoted to the issue. Sereywath Ek, Cambodian ambassador to the United States, says, “We’ve made advances,” but still the sex trade thrives, fueled by both local men and foreign sex tourists.

The moment Somaly tells me of the unfolding tragedy with her daughter, I understand her fears as if they were my own. Four and a half years ago, my husband, Danny, a journalist, was kidnapped and ultimately killed by Islamist militants in Pakistan. It gives us a strange but undeniable bond that the two of us feel instinctively, and we embrace.

Somaly tells me she is going to meet with the police about the search for her daughter, so I set out to learn more about the sordid world in which she works. It turns out to be surprisingly easy. Far from being hidden, Phnom Penh’s brothels operate in the open, some right in the heart of the city, even though prostitution is officially illegal. I travel to one of the sex districts with a team of Somaly’s social workers, who are allowed into the brothels by the owners because they bring supplies like condoms, soap and toothpaste.

Thus my encounter with the haggard young woman—I learn that her name is Apov and that she’s 22—and her sad little room. As I step outside the brothel, I see a girl with a bandage on her head, stained with iodine. A social worker, Chantha Chhim, asks what happened. The girl points to a metal stool and answers in Khmer, the national language. “A man hit me for talking badly to him,” Chantha translates. The girl also has rows of parallel scars on the inside of her arm. “Amphetamine,” says Chantha. When girls get high, she explains, they sometimes engage in self-mutilation.

A female pimp reclines nearby in a purple hammock, watching us nonchalantly. As we leave, the girls give us faint, almost apologetic smiles. They service about 15 clients a night, mostly migrant laborers. Men pay the equivalent of a dollar for sex, but most of that money goes into the pimp’s pocket. The girls themselves get a salary of about $15 a month, which amounts to mere pennies for each sex act.

The next day, Somaly tells me she has heard no news of Ning, but, she says, the police have made finding her a priority. Somaly’s attitude is one of fierce determination, despite the circumstances. “We have work to do,” she says. “I need you to see how we are helping girls.” So we drive outside the city to an AFESIP center that houses 30 former prostitutes. The eldest is 16, Somaly says, and the youngest, five.

In the car on the way there, Somaly refuses to panic about Ning. Instead we joke around, as if in defiance to despair. “I don’t dislike men,” Somaly tells me. “I just can’t stand most of them.”

Her driver smiles. Somaly notices and quickly adds, “He’s different,” and refers to him as her brother in suffering. Last month, he lost five family members, all in separate car accidents. Suddenly I notice the chaotic traffic swirling around us. A family of five passes us, all riding on a single motorcycle. Bicycle rickshaws weave among buffalo-drawn carts. There is a complete absence of order or logic.

Somaly continues joking. “I fired my last driver because he smelled like garlic,” she says. But then her tone changes. “I need a mother,” she announces abruptly.

Somaly means that literally. She is in her late thirties, but doesn’t know her precise age because she has no information about when or where she was born. Nor does she know her mother. Her earliest memories are of working as a domestic servant for various families in Phnom Penh. Eventually, one of those families sold her to a brothel.

The defining moment in her life came, she says, when she saw a pimp kill one of her best friends in the brothel. Somaly says she looked the girl in the eye as she died, and realized not only that she needed to escape this life, but also to return and save others. She then left prostitution with the help of an aid worker, attended school and eventually married a French citizen, Pierre Legros, with whom she had three children. Together they founded AFESIP, although they are now in the midst of divorcing. “He is a good-hearted man,” Somaly says simply, and then sighs with frustration.

When we arrive at the center, Somaly introduces me to Pouv, a 15-year-old former prostitute who is in charge of the cooking. As we approach, Pouv is sitting on the floor skillfully chopping vegetables. Somaly puts a hand on her shoulder, and for a while the only sound is that of a knife on the wooden cutting board. Pouv begins to tell her story, in a low, broken voice. Somaly translates: “She says she was sold by her mother when she was seven. She gripped her mother’s ankles and begged her not to leave her with strangers.” The price for Pouv: the equivalent of $10.

Somaly continues the tale. First Pouv was “fattened up and given treatments to whiten her skin,” a common beauty practice in Asia. Then she was sold to a man who chained her to a bed and raped her until she fainted. Angry, he returned her to the brothel, where she was punished by being held in a chicken cage; the pimps put chili peppers in her vagina and beat her. “She finally broke,” Somaly says. “For the next three years, she had up to 30 clients a day.”

Somaly says her workers rescued Pouv when she was 10. (The workers, as they make their rounds, keep a constant eye out for very young prostitutes like Pouv. Later they may return, and, in collaboration with the police, rush into a brothel and snatch the girls.) Pouv stares at her feet. I can’t help but think about my own young son and the way he trusts me with his entire life. At the very core of Pouv’s existence is what feels like the most fundamental form of betrayal—being sold by the woman who brought you life.

Next I meet six-year-old Mou, who has a fever. Somaly tells me that Mou was sold by her family to a man who used her as a sex slave. After consulting a psychic, he decided that she brought bad luck, so he kept her in a cage.

We also meet a new arrival, a girl of about 12. Never before have I seen anyone who has so clearly just been tortured. Her eyes are wide with terror. Somaly asks, “How are you holding up?” The girl tries to answer, but what comes out is something like a distant whistle, or a creaking door.

As we prepare to leave, kids come pouring out of a nearby school. A dozen girls in navy skirts and white blouses gather around Somaly like butterflies. They, too, are rescuees, who are learning to read and write. A few of them press into Somaly’s hand folded pieces of paper. “Those are their most hidden secrets,” Somaly says. The notes tell of wounds that have been buried so deep, they are not suited for spoken words. Somaly understands their pain. “Part of me hasn’t healed and never will,” she confides. But I can see how the girls give her hope. There is no telling how many girls she will inspire—and how many of them will rescue their sisters and ultimately change the fate of the next generation.

On the drive back to the city, Somaly gets a call from the police. They’ve tracked Ning to Battambang, a province not far from the border of Thailand that Somaly says is a notorious human trafficking center. This is actually good news because many girls disappear into this world without a trace. Somaly says she must go there immediately. “Keep visiting the girls,” she urges me. “Please.”

That night I head out with the social workers to learn about another harsh reality of Cambodia’s sex trade—HIV. An estimated 29 percent of sex workers here have the disease. We drive to one of the city’s sex spots known as the “White Building” because it is dominated by a squalid white apartment house where prostitutes gather. When we arrive, we see girls who can’t be older than 14 seated out front on colorful plastic chairs, waiting for clients.

The street is lively in unexpected ways. There are stalls selling mangos and kebabs, and naked infants are playing. Yet the atmosphere feels dangerous. Men on motorcycles circle the street—it’s unclear if they are pimps or prospective clients, but either way they’re a discomforting presence. Adding to the bizarre tableau, a skinny man approaches a girl in a pleated skirt, and a mysterious exchange occurs: He slaps her, and she gives him a single bill.

In a nearby building, Chantha, the social worker, is teaching HIV prevention. She has forgotten to bring her wooden penis model, so she uses a pencil instead. The condom hangs ridiculously on the tiny pretend phallus, but no one laughs. Too many of the girls have lost friends to HIV.

The following day, a social worker calls me to say that Somaly has been reunited with her daughter. The police found Ning, who had apparently been drugged, in a bar in Battambang. She said she had been raped by her three captors—the young man who the family knows, along with two others.

When I see mother and daughter again, both are deeply shaken. “I think they kidnapped Ning in retaliation for my work,” Somaly tells me. I see that this is another defining moment in her life. She is deeply hurt. But pausing in her work is not an option. She must keep going—for the sake of all the girls she is helping. For the sake of her daughter. She tells me how earlier, she took Ning’s beautiful, sad face in both of her hands. “You’ve suffered what you’ve suffered,” she told her. “Now you take that pain and you help others.”

When I leave that evening, Somaly smiles at me. Her smile serves as a quiet triumph over despair and human cruelty. I think back to something she told me at the beginning of my visit. “I am not sure what being happy really means,” she said. “But when I cuddle with the girls, giving them the love I never received, then I do feel happy.”

Mariane Pearl is a documentary filmmaker and the author of A Mighty Heart: The Brave Life and Death of My Husband, Danny Pearl. To see a video of her trip, go to glamour.com/news. To donate to Somaly’s cause, go to afesip.org.