An Invitation

I, and some other wonderful women, are starting to plan a memorial for missing and dead prostituted women and girls.

It is just at the ideas stage, but I am beginning to believe it is more than a pipe-dream, more than my private fantasy.

It can and will be real – a living memorial that could last until all the prostituted are fully free.

It can and will be real – a living memorial to place all our hurts and griefs for those who could not make.

It can and will be real – for even if and when there is abolition, we must hold in our hearts the waste of so many brilliant women and girls.

That is my dream, that is my mission – that is how I would be proud top leave my mark in this world.

This post is an invitation to all of you who truly hold in your hearts all these vanished prostituted women and girls.

I would love to make in the long-term to have a permanent memorial in my city or London to the English missing and dead prostituted women and girls.

That should be a spur for permanent in other cities, other towns, others of the millions of places where the prostituted are made to disappear.

We should not just remember those prostitutes killed by serial killers – but remember the ordinary murders by pimps/profiteers, remember ordinary murders done one by one by punters who cannot see the human in every prostitute.

We should remember that most murders/disappearances of the prostituted go unacknowledged.

We must remember all of these women and girls.

If we are to make a world where there is no slavery, a world where no-one is made into throwaway goods – we have no choice but to remember all the murdered and disappeared prostituted women and girls.

I invite any writer who wants to remember these women and girls – to send me poems, send me prose, send a play script.

I invite any artist who wants to remember these women and girls – to send me paintings, photos, installations.

I invite any songwriter or musician to remember these women and girls – send me songs, ideas for sounds.

I invite anyone who loved or just want to record a disappeared prostituted woman or girl – to contact me with memories, with connections to their lives.

I invite all with a heart for the prostituted to contact me with ideas, dreams, thoughts and grief.

I want a permanent memorial – but I also a constant living memorial events with music, arts and words.

I dream that we keep these women and girls in the forefront of every discussion, every news story, every chat in the pub – we keep the disappeared and murdered prostituted women and girls at the top of every reason we must have abolition.

Abolition is more than just an intellectual – abolition must come from the heart, abolition must hold our spirituality – and it also includes our minds.

To truly understand the reasons for abolition of sex trade, you must be able to hold and see deep into the grief that the prostituted are made into disposable goods.

Grief is a vital part of the abolition, abolition cannot be real, unless we face that deep sorrow.

I grieve not just the women and girls I knew that vanished – my prostituted heart grieve all the prostituted who were toss away like trash.

I do not just grieve for the short period of my life – I grieve the millions of prostituted women and girls who were made nameless and made to disappear over many centuries.

I do not just grieve those prostituted women and girls from my culture or background – but from all countries, all cultures and all traditions.

The grief I hold comes from the knowledge that my prostituted spirit is interconnected with all the prostituted.

To remember the disappeared and murdered prostituted women and girls, we must open ourselves up to a rage that demands real justice.

We can have a rage that is not always made rational or told to calm down – a rage without human words, a rage only the arts can express, a rage that is the howling of our souls.

To truly understand and to be an abolitionist – you must not be afraid of this rage, for it is a deep spur to justice.

We must rage at the total of justice that all the prostituted class live inside.

How can we not rage that all the prostituted are stripped of basic human rights to safety, to having human dignity, to be given the right to have a humanity and not made into goods?

How can we not rage that most of the prostituted lived in an environment where torture, constant rapes and deaths are their norm?

How can we not rage that most societies do not care to see or know that the prostituted are murdered or made to disappear?

Rage pushes our demand for justice – for without justice the pain and grief can never leave us.

Justice must be made a reality – there has too many centuries without justice, too many dead and destroyed prostituted women and girls without justice, too much trauma without justice.

We must take our time and force our way towards justice.

I see a start coming, but this start must be grabbed hold or it will abandoned the prostituted again.

The start is the recognition that the focus should on the men who buy the prostituted – the start is confronting their choices and sense of entitlement.

When we look at the punters we a clear eye, we see there is never an excuse for buying the prostituted.

Each man who makes the choice to buy a prostitute is buying goods not a human, that is the bottom line.

In buying goods, the punter comes to believe it is impossible to harm, rape, torture or really murder the prostitute – all his actions are nothing being done to nobody.

For real justice – we must confront and punish these punters.

We must draw a line in the sand, and show these men that they are rapists, they are torturers and if they kill the prostitute – they are murderers.

We must stop making excuses for punters, we must stop making punters invisible.

That is the start to true justice.

If anyone wants to help with ideas for memorials – then please contact me, pm me on twitter or facebook or this blog for my email.