October 12, 2007
I got involved with Star Light after I interviewed founder Lia Scholl for an article on human trafficking. Exotic dancers and clubs kept popping up in my research, controversially so. After all most women at clubs in the US are there by choice, right? Well, yes. Except for those who are increasingly trafficked in on the coasts. As for the rest, asked Lia, “How do you define choice?”
Lia and I will be the first to say that exotic dancing does not mean and should not be interchangeable with trafficking. Women (and it is mostly women), dance for many reasons, from paying bills to finding pleasure. Although it does make you wonder when so many women in the world’s wealthiest country find their most viable career opportunity in disrobing before strangers.
However the fact is that we now live in a much smaller world where its that much easier to traffic people into situations over which they have no control – increasingly clubs. Exhibit A: An entire set of scenes from the recent film, “Eastern Promises” where dancing for the UK’s Russian mob is the least objectionable thing in store for trafficked Slavic women.
This probably isn’t true for all the clubs you see advertised off highways between the coasts. But if you find yourself at a club in a major US urban area and a dancer has a foreign accent or “isn’t from here,” ask yourself – where did she come from? How did she get here? Where does she go at the end of her shift?
I’m a suburban mom with a toddler. Needless to say I’m not much of a club-goer. But you don’t have to be one to know or notice that clubs aren’t always in a red-light district with harsh neon-lit X-rated marquees. Many are discreetly tucked away around “respectable” neighborhoods, including the nice one I live in just outside Washington DC, also a major destination and transit point for traffickers.
So I’ve always wondered. About the people who go to clubs and the women they pay to strip. The lives both these (generally) law-abiding, tax-paying citizens lead. The families and friends the customers aren’t with. The childcare arrangements the dancers must need to figure out if they’re going to be home after last call. And how dancers make ends meet, especially if they’re paying all the FICA taxes you and I do, in addition to the cut the manager and the club takes. (What? You thought dancers get to keep all the singles tucked in their garters? Not so much.)
More than anything else, I wonder about the choices everyone’s made to get to this point, and the choices they’re left with if they want to stop dancing.
Partly it’s because of where I’m from, India – a major trafficking destination and transit point. And partly it’s because I grew up some in the Middle East – where choice, as we understand it from a Western perspective, is sometimes non-existent for both sexes. Both are places where “fallen” women have no way out of disgrace. There is no leaving the past behind, no fresh start. And what you do shames the whole family, sometimes for generations.
It’s different in the US, or at least it’s supposed to be. I lived in Los Angeles for ten years, the city of Angels, where there is less judgment for missteps and world arrives to reinvent itself, endlessly. Where you’re always a lucky break away from being the irrefutable next big thing. Where the legal, American-born dancers – unlike Slavic and Asian dancers in Hollywood and Koreatown – can always walk away, start over, leave their past behind.
Except, as former dancers will tell you, we now live in the age of the Internet, where the past is never behind you. And if you’re illegal, leaving the club is a whole other ball of wax.
Let’s say you do leave. Because there comes a point when you’re too sick, or too old, and no longer able to spend hours on end in insanely high heels. Where do you go? What do you put on your resume? How are you going to transition from one life to the other?
Let’s say you’re okay with the choices you made, at peace with the outcome, are you ready for what comes from those who aren’t? From those who might have been customers? Do you have what it takes to keep from going back to clubs simply because they’re known territory? Because you know that even if its not what you want, at least it’s a somewhat reliable paycheck?
Lia had asked me, “How do you define choices.” Sure makes you think twice about the word, doesn’t it?
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