Posts Tagged ‘hope’

I read the Bangkok Post this morning, as I do every day. It’s never completely amazing to read the words of yet another government official giving the nod to the sex industry in Thailand. Today’s announcement is to boost the numbers of LGBT tourists to Thailand to gain from “the increased spending ability of this group”. The official says ” the rest of the world has made sex tourism less accessible while we are making it more accessible”. Read the article here:

http://www.bangkokpost.com/news/health/316371/malaysians-warned-hiv-risk-in-south

I found it somewhat contradictory to also read  that the number of HIV infections among foreign tourists has increased. Apparently, ‘they and their prostitutes get drunk and forget to wear condoms’. Now personally, if I was at the epicenter of a global health crisis I would not be promoting increased risk of  pandemic…but maybe that’s just me. The Thai government has their sights set on earning two trillion baht from overall tourism this year…sad that it has to be on the backs of poor women…many who have little choice other than to prostitute themselves to drunken farang.

I question the logic and morality of the governments business decision to encourage prostitution as a viable ‘profession’. The Thai government would insist that as a farang I can never understand Thainess and am therefore instinctively biased, unable to understand the Asian mind or heart. I answer by stating that many  ASEAN and aligned countries have decided that their uneducated women and girls are not irretrievably disposable.

There are alternatives to prostitution work…I refer to one program that has been very successful throughout South East Asia, Africa and India….The Barefoot Teachers College..an NGO that trains women in skill based knowledge that they can transfer back to their rural villages and improve their own and the lives of their families and communities as an example.

http://www.wipo.int/wipo_magazine/en/2009/03/article_0002.html

Barefoot Teachers started as a shoestring organization to teach rural Indian women how to address the poverty they faced in remote villages. The organization has developed into an international effort that gives women an opportunity to train in a variety of ‘professions’ towards a sustainable lifestyle. NGO teaching centers like ‘Friends’ in Cambodia have taken street children and the disadvantaged in that country and given them hope for a better future by teaching them food service and entrepreneurial skill sets.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friends-International

I will continue to pray for the future of Thailand’s poor to have something other than prostitution to rely on for a means to put food on the table.

the time has come for leaving

it brings a trail of sadness

i will follow

the sunrise

backwards

from whence i came

and will be again

to the joyless satisfaction

of memories unbroken

i am leaving

and in my heart i don’t know why

there will never be

forever

this path I’ve taken many times

talks in circles but never ryhmes

or intimates about the day

that i will rest

i’m waiting for a miracle

these prayers i speak

never fly

high enough

and i am left behind

to wonder at the reasons

that i  beg unheeded to follow a trail of broken promises

to myself

as if i walk on eggshells

every time i sleep to dream

and all the while

waiting for a miracle

to lift my tattered wings in song

that i may stay behind with my heart

this time

and return never more

to what i have truly abandoned

save the memories

i’d just as soon forget

and yet my suitcase

has crept out of the closet

and rests now on the floor

waiting

and knowing more

than i have willing said

unless i have been crying aloud in my sleep

praying for a miracle

that i will fly no  more

tomorrow is for leaving

time for denial past

these cards are stacked against me

as always

i may dance for a time

shout against the things i hate

what drives me down are the skills i lack

to perform a miracle

so i wait

for chaos , fate or divine intervention

to close the gate

but i could wager against the sunrise

as i have done many times before

only to find this suitcase in my hand

watch me walking out the door

but in my mind

i’m still waiting for a miracle