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We is a worldwide 12 step group, who are or have been in any part of the sex industry from prostitution, stripping, porn, phone sex, etc. The stories may be very different, but the common goal of exiting and moving on is shared by each of us. The issue of "sex trafficking" can be a confusing one as some don't even realize they were being forced until years after they've left. Sometimes it's the reverse. All that matters is just exiting all and moving on. www.prostitutesanonymous.net
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Monday, June 16, 2025
LETTER I WROTE TO CRAIGSLIST OVER THEIR FLAGGING ADS FOR PROSTITUTES ANONYMOUS INSTANTLY AFTER I POST THEM
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INTERVIEW I GAVE ON SEX TRAFFICKING THROUGH FOSTER CARE
https://x.com/BeachySylvia/status/1929816339847258408?t=XdeVQu9lv6lRSN-cI-b0iA&s=19
JOHN QUINONES WROTE THE BOOK "HEREOS AMONG US" = THIS IS THE CHAPTER REPRINTED HE WROTE ABOUT JODY WILLIAMS
CHAPTER SIX
Returning to the Scene of the Crime
I always try to get a window seat when I fly from New York to the West Coast because I love to look at the spectacular scenery below. The whole panorama of America unfolds, from the wetlands around JFK airport to the thick forests of Pennsylvania, the vast fields of the Midwest, the Rocky Mountain peaks, and the almost endless desert that leads into Los Angeles. I especially love the view when I stop a bit short of the Pacific and descend into the vast glittering cityscape of Las Vegas.
For most people, those lights mean fun. And I've had my share of parties, shows, and great meals in Sin City. But while reporting stories there over the years, I've learned that the lights tend to obscure a harsher reality. Only those who have lived in Vegas really know what I mean. Vegas has always been a center of decadence. It got its name from the Spanish word for fertile field because the early Spanish visitors were drawn to its springs and oases, which provided respite from the harsh Mojave Desert. In the twentieth century, Vegas became a rough-and-tumble gamblers' mecca, where the drinks flowed all night and the buffets were endless. In the last decade, the city has lost some of its surface grit, as families discover it as a vacation destination, where kids can ride roller coasters, and folks can sit down to five-star meals in famous restaurants.
But, as is often the case, there's a world of pain beneath that exuberant facade. And a real need for good people to step forward and take a stand against the darkness that remains well hidden beneath the city's bright lights. Sometimes those who are best equipped to make heroic stands are those who have explored it themselves. They return to the scene of their own crime and make things better. There are more of them than you might imagine.
"You have not lived until you have done something for someone who can never repay you."
—Anonymous
I recently flew to Vegas to film a segment for What Would You Do? On my day off, I scheduled a meeting with one of Las Vegas's more interesting heroes, a middle-aged woman named Jody Williams who lives with her teenage daughter far from the glittering lights, out at the edge of town where the cookie-cutter condo suburbs push right against the grit of the desert.
I left my hotel room and headed down the boulevard of luxury, known by all as the Las Vegas Strip. Driving past Treasure Island Hotel, where seventeenth-century sirens battle renegade pirates in a manmade cove several times a night, and the Bellagio Hotel, with its twenty-nine-foot-tall fountain flow-ing with molten white and dark chocolate, and past the fake Eiffel Tower at Caesar's Pal-ace, I found it hard to believe that I was on my way to meet a woman who had dedicated her life to rescuing women-and some men—who had been trapped into lives of sexual servitude.
Las Vegas, with its exotic architecture, 24/7 casinos, and first-class restaurants, is also a center for prostitution. I've never understood the appeal of sex for hire. Early in my career, I spent years covering the wars in El Salvador and Nicaragua. The sex trade thrived there, with all the soldiers, journalists, and foreign workers living together in hotels. But I never took part in it. When I see a prostitute, I feel sorry for her. It's not a good life. And all fantasies aside, I don't believe there is any such thing as a "happy hooker." I wish more men would see things this way. I can't imagine an America that would ever return to practice slavery, where humans were property. But the truth is, we're surrounded by a modern-day slave trade right now and most of us don't realize it.
Gangs drag women and girls all over the world to work in brothels and clubs. When you see an ad in the back of a magazine advertising a "girl from the Orient," or a "barely legal cute blonde," chances are they've been coerced or even forced into the job. The traffickers kidnap, beat, rape, and psychologically torture women, and sometimes men, to get them into the sex industry.
Often, a young woman will be promised a good job, as a nanny or clerical worker, in another country, only to find when she arrives that she's expected to have sex with numerous men in order to repay the thousands of dollars she owes her smuggler. According to the U.S. State Department, eighteen thousand people each year are trafficked into this country, most of them women and children brought in for sex work.
Jody had given me her address but thank goodness, I had a global positioning system in my car. Otherwise, I never would have found the condominium where she and her daughter rent a room, because they can't afford an entire place of their own. The condo was in a new subdivision at the edge of other almost identical subdivisions. All the houses looked the same. It was somewhat eerie.
It wasn't always like this for Jody, who led the high life back in the eighties. She was once known by the name Rene Chanel Le Blanc, and she ran a Los Angeles-area brothel that grossed thirty grand a month.
This was back in an era before cell phones and personal computers were common, and since the brothel was equipped with closed-circuit TVs and Jody issued beepers to all the call girls, the newspapers referred to her as the "High Tech Madame" after she was busted.
"It was the most elaborate operation I've ever seen," said one of the arresting officers.
Jody reveled in her success. By no means does she try to make out that what she did back then was in any way saintly.
"But all the while I was in the business, women were coming to me for help in getting out of it-even when I was a madame," said Jody.
She'd help these women get out of the life because she has an intrinsic desire to help others. She attributes this core to her rough childhood.
"Sociopathic, child-molesting father, you know?" she said. "And my mom was a schizo-phrenic, with multiple personalities."
Somehow, Jody developed a feeling of empathy for others in similarly tough situations. She chose the perfect business for finding people in need. Men in need of sex and power. Women in need of father figures.
Prostitution is a world of sadistic, often psychopathic pimps and criminals, where fear and disease are pervasive. People are sucked into this criminal universe; one singularly based on an elusive need for pleasure. People are trapped. Jody knows that most prostitutes would rather be doing almost anything else. But they get addicted to the action, and the power, and their ability to please others on demand. And their pimps convince them they aren't good enough to do anything else.
"Prostitution is not work," says Melissa Farley, a psychologist and expert on the sex trade. "Rather, it's a human rights violation."
Farley wrote a book, Prostitution & Trafficking in Nevada: Making the Connections, using statistics compiled by the State Department. She has no trouble equating prostitution with slavery. Right now, prostitution is legal in parts of Nevada. Proponents of legal sex-for-hire claim that it's cleaner and safer for the "girls" than the illegal sex trade since it's regulated by the state. But Farley says that's a myth, and she'd like all prostitution to be made illegal in Nevada. That doesn't win her any friends among the powerful who would like to see it legalized in all of Las Vegas. I myself can't see how that would work.
The U.S. Department of Justice has already put Las Vegas on its list of cities where human trafficking is a serious problem. There's no need to encourage more.
Still, even though prostitution has been proven to hurt most involved, it's not a very sympathetic issue. These victims aren't fuzzy little seal pups being clubbed by a ravenous mob. These are provocatively dressed women selling their bodies to people with emotional problems; it's not a good scene. Not many people are interested in helping prostitutes, much less people who are trafficked more like cattle than the human beings they are.
Jody's the first to agree. She knows it was wrong to have once worked as a madame.
After being busted and serving a few months in jail, Jody eventually left the business and became a paralegal. All the while, she occasionally got calls from women who needed help.
"At first I'd just get two or three calls per year from people who thought I could help them—it was really informal," she said. Then, on August 15, 1987, the night before hippies and New Agers all over the world got together for what was billed as the “harmonic convergence," Jody had a powerful spiritual experience that was soon to change her life.
She'd been out of the sex trade for about two years. That night, she was in her bathtub when the whole room went blank and suddenly, she was blinded by an overpowering white light.
"I couldn't even feel my body," she said. "Even when I shut my eyes, I saw white.
Then I saw what I took to be an angel, all gold and white and about ten feet tall. I heard crying and sobbing in that light and I also saw blood flowing through the streets. A voice told me people were dying, and I needed to do something about it. I needed to help those who still suffered."
Jody believed God had called on her to start a twelve-step program for sex workers, modeled after Alcoholics Anonymous. At first, she refused to listen. She thought, "Me?
Start a twelve-step program? Are you kidding?"
Then God's voice told her that she had been freed from the sex trade for a reason, and that was to help others in need. She shouldn't waste the opportunity given to her. Helping others was the price of her recovery. In an instant, the light and the voice disappeared.
It was soon thereafter that Jody founded Prostitutes Anonymous, since renamed Sex Workers Anonymous, a twelve-step program to help prostitutes free themselves from the business. Later, she founded Trafficking and Prostitution Services, or tapsdirectory.org, to assist sex workers who were held or trafficked against their will. She's always funded her own work, through her jobs as a paralegal and in advertising. But a few years ago, she became disabled from stress and other ailments and stopped work. Now she and her daughter barely get by on Social Security payments.
Jody thinks this drop of income was part of God's plan for her, because it is forcing her to expand her organization to receive funding so it can survive long after she's gone. Jody's training her daughter to run it, and she has big plans. She wants to build a community in the desert where people fleeing sex trafficking can live and learn new skills.
So far, she's helped thousands of people. She's bought plane tickets, rented apartments, paid huge phone bills, and stayed up countless nights helping others escape lives of degradation and exploitation, disease, and self-hatred. She estimates spending well over $300,000 of her own money in her efforts. For that, she's a hero.
I spoke to one young woman who doesn't want me to use her name because she's struggling to put her years as a sex worker in the past, so I'll call her Laurie. "When I was a kid you'd never have thought I'd be a prostitute," she says.
She studied ballet. Got good grades. And scored very high on her SATs. Then, when she was nineteen, she had trouble finding a job. When someone said she could make good money as an exotic dancer, she started working the pole in a club. The money was easy. She was soon offered even better money if she'd do more than just take her clothes off onstage. And she realizes now that having sex for hire with men gave her more than just the cash she needed to get on with her life. It fulfilled her in unexpected ways.
"My father died of an aneurysm when I was twelve," she said. "I think I've always needed to replace him."
Natasha has a different story. She says she never got rich off her work, preferring to work just enough to get by. "I didn't want to go out and get a regular job. I was very reclusive. Not highly sociable. If I could work an hour or two and make five hundred bucks, great," she said. While Natasha says she didn't experience much violence while working, she got involved with a man who beat her regularly. That only fueled her sex work. The men who paid her gave her positive feedback, which gave her some semblance of the support she'd longed for at home, where she was being flattened, emotionally and physically.
"I used prostitution like a drug," she said.
About five years ago, she started feeling fed up with the life. "I told myself I'd quit, but I couldn't," she says. "I got a license to sell real estate and to sell securities, but I wouldn't get a job. I'd just go back to the sex work. I kept saying to my-self, 'What's wrong with me? Why can't I get out of this? I'm not stupid."
That went on until last year, when she came across Jody's website, www.prostitutesanonymous.net She called the number, and Jody answered. Natasha told her about her life, explaining how she was in a relationship with a former client and that it was a disaster.
Here was this anonymous woman in the desert far away, but Natasha felt like she could talk to her about anything. She'd call Jody early in the morning, or late at night, and Jody always answered, always talked. There was never any question about her always being there.
"I felt really good after talking to Jody," said Natasha. "Somebody finally understood me. Sometimes we'd talk for hours."
Jody helped Natasha understand how sex work an addiction can be, and how she had a codependent personality.
"I'd always do thing for others, so I could feel better about myself," Natasha said."Being with men was part of that. I realize now that it's addictive. That was an eye-opener to me. And Jody explained all these dynamics. She said it wasn't just about the money. She said there were lawyers doing it. Lobbyists in Washington, people who didn't really need the money. She said it was an addiction, for sure."
Jody and Natasha have never met. Their relationship is completely based on telephone and e-mail. Jody has dozens of relationships like this. She's gone into businesses and homes and rescued sex workers who are being held captive. And she's even hired gunmen to help her do it. But most of her work isn't that dramatic. Most of it involves listening, commiserating, and offering advice.
Natasha thinks she'd be in terrible shape now if it weren't for Jody.
"Jody gives me hope. She helps me understand the impulses that make me want to go back into the life," she says. "I'm just living hand to mouth right now, and it's hard. But she gives me ideas for jobs. For ways to change my life. And that's really important for anyone.
"I definitely think she is a hero. And right now she's the only one I've got," added Natasha.
Meanwhile, Jody continues her work. She knows she could have a better apartment, car, and lifestyle if she devoted herself to a more regular career and gave up trying to help people find new lives outside of the sex trade. But she can't.
"If I don't help them, who will?" she says. Her name and number are passed around by word of mouth, along with people finding her on the Internet.
Her days and nights are very unpredictable. There was the night one girl called for help, but before Jody could rescue her, her pimp ran over her legs with a motorcycle, breaking both of them. Or the time a pimp poured gasoline on a girl and set her on fire before Jody could get to her.
"There are just so many stories"" said Jody.
And that doesn't include all the threats she has received from pimps, brothel owners, madames, and even the police and other officials and business interests who have a financial stake in prostitution.
"But it's a craziness I understand," she said. "The people in the business trust me, the sex workers, because they know I've been there myself.
"I've been very, very, very lucky," she added. "I mean I've literally had guns jam as someone was trying to shoot me. I know somebody upstairs is watching out for me."
Sometimes she thinks about giving up, starting a quiet life with her daughter. "Then I get the next phone call. And I hear their voice, their need, and what else can I do but help?" she said. "We get those calls every day now."
"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others."
—Mahatma Gandhi
It takes a special person to return to the very place that negatively molded large portions of her past, as Jody has, to help others. Turning harsh experiences into the positive drive needed to change the world around them.