Alone in Delhi, I have a few hours to write, reminisce and process before I jump on a plane and head home to my four kids and Ooty. Greg had to leave early to join our rescue team in Nagpur where they will do a raid that will rescue two girls, one just thirteen years old.
The
last time I was in Delhi I was 23, single, but engaged and on my way
to Uzbekistan, where Greg was volunteering for the Peace Corps. All I
remember of the time was a frantic dash to the Aeroflot office to buy
a ticket, and then waiting for 6 hours on the Delhi runway on board
an old plane that desperately needed repair. Ancient history. The
plane finally worked, Greg and I married, had 4 kids, and now live in
India. A day trip to Delhi for meetings with Bright Hope
International to see how we could partner to rescue and rehabilitate
women from brothels 19 years later, well, yes we've moved on. We are
doing what we always dreamed about.
Is
it a happy story? Possibly idyllic? Does God protect from harm? Are
girl's lives really changed? Does what we do matter, or are we just
making ourselves feel better in a world gone wrong?
Yes
would be the easy answer. The
truth is something harder, something more gutting then sensational,
more agonizing than perfect.
Bright
Hope must have splurged on us, because Greg and I found ourselves in
a lovely hotel, right in the dead center of Delhi, Connaught Place.
What a perfect city experience, big uniform buildings set in circles,
one inside the other with roads intersecting like spokes on a wheel.
White pillars create an endless walking “porch” for people to
walk safely.
But just to remind you that its still India, Connaught Place is in various states of upheaval and destruction. The Hindustan Times noted, "Enter Connaught Place and you feel as if the area has been bombed, (Delhi's Circle of Mess,6 Sept 2012) Huge blocks of concrete and marble lie
broken and cracked like a heaving crust in an apocalypse movie. Thick
electric cables emerge, only partially buried in packed mounds of
earth and rubble along the shoulders of the roads. Temporary metal
bridges provide ways through and over the morass, deep trenches,
bottomless pits and around every conceivable earth moving and digging
machine.
You
can only imagine how splendid it will be one day. When the marble is
re-laid in the walk ways and pipes are connected once again. When
stores have rebuilt their front steps.
The
tearing up of what must have been serviceable if not beautiful. The
re-structuring of a place. The breaking of valuable stone, all for
what? A better system? Something more efficient? Of greater use?
A
moving backward in time, a creation of great chaos for something
imagined, a future plan not yet realized? And all around it, Delhi's
traffic roars, its pavements swarm with goods and people, not
deterred by the re-structuring, or the hazards of life and limb,
oblivious of the chaos. After all, life and work must go on.
I
can't help but think of Freedom Firm. I think in terms of symbols and images these days. Of analogies. Freedom Firm's foundations are shaking. The
facade is broken in places and disconnected, its beauty hardly
visible under the ploughed mounds of debris. Much of what was good
and valuable, along with the bad together is unearthed, broken and
cast aside as the rubble in Delhi.
Mangala and Nitish: therapy works exponentially |
Perhaps even more concerning was that even the short eighteen month program we created seemed to foster dependence, inertia and a welfare mentality in the girls, in spite of the many methods we used to encourage responsibility and independence. The residential aftercare model, for us, seemed to undo the very resilience we were trying to foster. Now, we hope to discover that when girls live outside in the “real” world, and work for a sympathetic employer, she will become strong and healthy. Time will tell.
Pooja, making a gorgeous necklace of beads and leather |
So,
after 6 years of operation we have closed Roja, our residential home
for the girls. Girls will now live independently in various local
hostels like the YWCA. They will come to us everyday for a job. I'll continue Leg Up, our horse therapy program, and after work they will come up for sessions and Saturdays with the disabled children.
For
the first time in our short history, we have no girls. The nest is
empty. It will fill again, but on a different premise. Our business,
Ruhamah (a jewelry making workshop) is now what we offer girls.
Employment. A chance to rebuild their lives based on a sound,
reliable job.
The
years of 24/7, 365 days a year of a residential aftercare home are
over. A relief and a grief all at the same time. All that work,
blood, tears, struggle. Laid gently, reverently aside. Here I honor
the amazing women warriors and caregivers, volunteers and staff that
poured their hearts and lives into loving the girls. Their sacrifices
were not in vain.
Kalpana, Priyanka and Mangala selling Ruhamah jewelry at Christmas Fair at Hebron in December |
Hopefully
girls will rise to the challenge of living independently with a good
job and loving supervisors to encourage them on their path to
freedom. We are in the next phase of a great experiment. What does it
take to rehabilitate a girl? I'll let you know when I find out. I
believe the question will span my lifetime. Greg's and my commitment is
to stay here, to not give up. To keep searching, trying, learning,
asking.
God
is calling all sorts of people into this work that we have been
privileged to pioneer. I look forward to partnering with others like
Bright Hope that have different skills, talents and passions but help
to perfect the army of
people needed to make a difference.
In Delhi I met a group of ladies
called to the work of inner healing of survivors, of the staff who
care for survivors. Emotional, physical, psychological. Freedom Firm has tried to do it all, and found we are too few. The
work of anti sex-trafficking is like a great puzzle with Freedom Firm
only providing a small corner. I'd love to see what God sees, all the
rest of the pieces and exactly how they fit together.
The Freedom Firm family, playing soccer bowling at our annual Christmas party. |
I
am comforted that the great Designer and Architect has a plan. That
in the reconstruction of Freedom Firm he will lay down a much greater
beauty than was there before, greater efficiency and purity. The new
structure will hold strong and sure for its purpose. The detours will
no longer be necessary. The bridges over the glaring pits filled with
slime and garbage will no longer be used. The holes will be filled
in, the rubble buried and taken away. The walkways will be smooth
again and clean, and well washed marble will emerge. The road to
freedom for many girls will be made smooth, clear and easy to find
and there will be beauty again.
I
might be talking of heaven. Its possible.