Reflection #1: The Day My God Died

From the film, The Day My God Died facilitator sheet, I want to answer question number one. The title to the movie is taken from woman who was trafficked, and had said "the day I was sold was the day my god died." Listening to the statement from the film, and reading it again on paper-- which signifies how realistic it is, haunts me. Many emotions ran through my head while watching the heart wrenching stories of women who were tricked, kidnapped, tortured, raped and sometimes killed. To add to the emotions and watching the film, while being a woman it makes you think twice as hard. Having to think that could be me or someone I love, and only because we have vagina, is not fair. Therefore, this movie did affect me emotionally, from seeing the way these women were touched and kept. Small holes were made for them to climb in and hide in, rooms smelled, they ate once a day and was constantly raped, sometimes more then 5 guys. My emotions, started with anger. I was angry that people who were trusted steered these women into bad paths, angry at the women in the brothel who had no couth. Angry, at the men who went to the brothels and took advantage of these innocent lives, and anger that the police did not help these girls at all. My anger was so high, I wondered how angry the women were. I then had sadness within me, from the children whose childhood was taken from them, and from the mothers who had no way out. Even if they got out, they would live a live with AIDS and die prematurely, which is sadder. I did feel happiness at the end, when there was women who survived and lived outside of the brothel, seeking help and helping other girls get out. An image I can not get out of my head was the hole in the wall that had 6 girls inside. It was so upsetting to see, and I wanted the girls to get as much help as they needed. The film, was very educational and it tugged onto peoples heart strings, I just wish for girls to be freed and maintain help and a healthy life after.