While you were paddling, making your way to the Lummi Nation, what was going through your mind? What were your prayers? To whom did you sing? What did you hear beyond the sound of your own heart beating?
How much of your thoughts were centered on”ohshitohshitohshit. Oh. Shit! Now what do I do?”, when your conscience has been calling? When you’ve watched those you call relatives enslaved in the place you work? When you’ve judged them for being ‘just whores’ or thought something more like ‘well, everybody’s got to work’ and not thought more about it? How often have you covered up the signs when you’ve cleaned the room or served the drinks? How often have you seen the makeup run and know she’s not 18 or 21, but maybe 16? How often have you seen a madam talking up security, laughing as if it’s business as usual and business is good?
When you first read what I wrote about this, did you think “that’s not happening where I work” or did you already know and just keep you mouth shut? How often has ‘see something, say something’ slipped through your mind without a thought getting attached? How often have you actually detached because ‘it’s not of my business’?
What happened when you showed others the post? When you thought someone else would say something? Were you surprised at the shrugged shoulders? Or the cocaine? Did the one who gave the vibe that he was part of it frighten you?
When will you say something? When will you do something?
It’s not enough to put on a red dress or paint across your face and say you’re an advocate.