It happened again. 2nd time in about a month. The first time I didn’t bring it up or write about it. Well, that’s not totally true. I just didn’t let you know that a movie called The Zookeepers Wife was the source of why I wrote something. That movie left me hurting and humbled for who we humans are and what we have so often done. Well, it has happened again. Same. But different. It was one of those perspective gaining moments where one realizes, or at least should realize, how fucking great we have it in this the nation we call America.
I read this article this morning about the story of Yeonmi Park.
Here is a brief excerpt. If you don’t feel up to reading the entire article, please read this at least…and let it sink in. Deep. Deeeeeep. I’ll be back.
She says she endured repeated sexual exploitation at the hands of a human trafficker and watched as her mother was sold off and forced to marry a Chinese farmer. Park later trekked across the Gobi Desert to seek refuge in Mongolia before reaching South Korea…Once across the border in China, Park says that one of the brokers tried to rape her, but her mother offered herself and was raped instead. Eventually her mother was sold as a bride to a Chinese farmer in the countryside.
…sinking….sinking…thinking on it…ready?
OK, I’m back. This woman’s story touched me. It really got me pondering. Wondering. A lot. Remember that I have said it isn’t always a good thing for the Wulf to come out of his den and see the world around him. But I can’t help it. So I do. And I think…which I did.
I read this story. And I thought about this girl. How fucking bad are our lives compared to what she went through? And she’s not the exception. She’s the norm for so many other countries out there. Yes, I know there are problems here…but really? When have any of us worried anything on the level of this? Do you think she or others in North Korea and other nations have the luxury to ask the following questions:
- regular or decaf
- what shoes should I wear
- what gender do I associate with
Now before anyone goes slamming me because of #3, please take a moment and breathe. I am not invalidating the question. I am just saying that we live in a nation where that CAN be a valid question. Teenagers today have the luxury to sit back and ask those sorts of questions. That’s a lot better thing to be able to ponder instead of these:
- when will the next rapist enter the room
- is my family still alive
The point I am trying to make here is this. We have no clue as to what is really going on in so many places. We are insulated. We are happy. Why would we want to know? It would only cause us grief to know. We might get a little sad and question our own positions and beliefs. How could we POSSIBLY watch the next episode of The Bachelor, or Big Brother, or Dancing With the Stars if we knew that a mother asked a man to rape her instead of her daughter. How many of us could survive that experience? Could move on? Could finally marry, find happiness, have children…and speak out about to other countries? That is their norm.
You see? Insulated. We have the luxury to ask questions that seem important BECAUSE of where we live. Fuck, we are allowed to ask questions. So many others are executed for it. I know we can’t save everyone. I know we can’t directly impact so many of these, our fellow humans that face these issues daily. We can, however, impact those that think they own this country. We can impact those that think they have the <insert_deity_name_of_choice> given right to dictate who we want to be as a nation.
Now you see why I prefer the solitude and sanctity of my den? Why I don’t like to think? I think I need to gnaw on a different bone now. This one has has turned to ash in my mouth.