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Hell On Earth: A Sex Trafficking Survivor’s Story
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*****Warning: this post contains graphic details of a sex trafficking story.*****
This is the testimony of a young woman I met last week on my trip to Tijuana with Centro Romero. She was extremely courageous to share her story with us. The transcript below is translated from her Spanish:
“I was sold to a gentleman from the U.S. by my sister when I was 13 years old. I already had a baby. In the exchange, I was sold under the agreement that he would help me out with my kid because my baby was ill. I ended up being trafficked to Anchorage, Alaska. He basically kidnapped my baby away from me and didn’t allow me to see him. I was in prison, not able to see anyone for a long, long time. At that time, I was forced to have sex with men and women. Obviously, I was aware that my baby was not getting the care that we were promised. Our diet was basically rice and beans and nothing else. At the main market, at least in my case, I was 14, about to be 15, I was sold to have sex with other women.
“So, unfortunately my baby’s condition got worse. He never allowed me to see my baby and my baby was never provided with the medical care he needed, even when he was in the process of dying, he never thought about providing care for my baby. My baby had leukemia at the time, but of course I didn’t know that.
“Probably because of my mothering instinct, one day I decided that I didn’t care what happened, I needed to take care of my baby. So I found a way to escape and to take my baby to a place in which I was pretty sure that he would get the care that he needed. But the problem was that I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t know the area or the town or even where I was. And unfortunately my baby passed away.
“When I ended up getting to a place, before my baby passed away, the people that received me didn’t want to take care of my baby. After the baby passed away, due to the lack of care, I noticed that I suddenly started receiving gifts. As I think about it now, I think they were probably trying to keep my mouth shut because they didn’t want me to denounce them or anything like that.
“After my baby passed away, instead of burying him, they invited me to cremate my baby. It was a tough situation for me because I was only 15, so I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. After my baby was cremated, the only thing that I had to be in touch with what I felt was a part of me was the ashes. Unfortunately, he basically kidnapped the ashes and I was recaptured and put out to have sex once again. I used to cry, just asking him to allow me to touch the ashes of my baby, but he never allowed me to do that.
“One time, after the cremation of my baby, I was forced to have sex with a woman and him, and he was so involved with what was happening that I was able to escape through a window. I was able to make contact with a policeman and they took me to a place where they used to take minors who are in trouble. Because I didn’t know any English, they kept asking me where I was from. They kept me in the shelter for minors for a few months.
“I found out that the man who bought me was 33 years-old, that he had a criminal record as a sex offender, and had been involved with minors in the past. But he, as a predator, kept looking for me. After a few months in the care of the police department, I realized that I was once again pregnant.
“He showed up, presenting himself as a relative. He promised me that he would be gentle with me if I came back to his place. Without the support of the police department, being 15, I didn’t have any option other than to believe in him again. At least during my pregnancy he was very loving. But, after the birth of my baby, as soon as my baby was born, he put me under the “care” of the immigration officers. He told them that I didn’t have the capacity to care for my baby and that my first baby had passed away because I physically abused him.
“I was deported from Anchorage to Tijuana. Even under those conditions, I started working at a bar in Tijuana because I wanted to put some money together for airfare in order to go back to Alaska for my baby. And I ended up going back to Alaska. I was looking for my baby and then my abuser kept telling me not to leave him because he was finally in love with me. He was getting government support because he was a single father. He asked the government to facilitate the process of getting a house for the family in San Diego county. Two months after that, we got a house in San Diego and he moved himself to San Diego, but without me because I had to come back to Tijuana. He promised that he would bring my baby girl to Tijuana so I could see my daughter. But, if I wanted to see her, I had to pay him $100.
“My pain and suffering was just too much, so I decided to give up and think that my baby was dead in the same way that I lost my first child. I decided to stay away from him. Even though being apart from him would hurt me a lot because of my child, I knew that it was the best thing that I could do for me and for her.”
At this point she was overcome and unable to continue the story.
I’ve struggled with what to say to close this post. The hell on earth that this precious young woman experienced is devastating. Unfortunately, there is no simple solution to the problem of sex trafficking. It is a global and complex problem. But I want to issue a challenge to men: We are the primary source of the demand for sex trafficking and we must begin to challenge the male-culture that says that putting others down makes us feel better about ourselves. Every single time that we make a joke about rape, call a girl a slut or a whore, or objectify women through pornography, we contribute to a culture that makes possible the stories like the one above. The fact that we are unaware that there are literally millions of stories like the one above shows how desperately we try to suppress them. If we want to end sex trafficking, we must start with ourselves.
* This is a guest post from Stephen Keating who is covering this sex trafficking conference for HBC. Thanks to Stephen for sharing what he’s learning with us!

Karla Solomon initially trusted the man who became her trafficker.

Karla Solomon, left, was a victim of human trafficking. Solomon was branded with a tattoo, top right, by her suspected trafficker. After her rescue by police, a new tattoo was added.
Sex trafficking is the business of forcing victims to provide sex for profit. The traffickers are as skilled at evading the law as they are at finding new victims. Many might think this nightmare reality will never be part of their lives but the world of sex trafficking is not that far away. A warning for listeners – this story has raw language and describes acts of sexual violence that are not appropriate for all listeners.
Before the praise service begins on Sunday morning at the Cross Kingdom Church in Ingram Texas, there’s coffee and blueberry muffins.
The churchgoers greet each other with sincere solid hugs and big smiles. It’s not fancy. The church building used to be a bar. One attendee is wearing a bright red Make America Great Again cap. And in the middle of it all is Karla Solomon.
“I just felt so welcome and accepted. Not judged,” Solomon says.
As the service begins, Solomon takes her favorite seat in the middle of the front row.
It’s Christmas and there’s talk of miracles. And in many ways Solomon being here is a miracle in itself, because in 2016 she was kidnapped and forced into the world of sex trafficking.
And as she raises her arms in prayer, there are the tattoos that tell her story.
“This tattoo right here, the two two five with the five stars around it. That’s what he branded me with. He’s from Baton Rouge to two. Five is the area code down there,” Solomon says.
Solomon says her trafficker – allegedly Herman Henry Fox – used a tattoo gun kit to ink the bold numbers on her left hand. It was after she was rescued by police that other tattoos were added.
“I’ve got some Bible scripture, some Hebrew language, strength, freedom, broken chains, the chains, right?” Solomon says.
In black ink, shackles have been permanently drawn onto each wrist and up her arm are broken chains, symbolizing her restored freedom.
“Not just from the slavery but from all of the bondage,” she says. ” Everything that was holding me down is when I came home, all of the fear that I had.”
Solomon was dragged into the world of sex slavery in 2016 when she was living in Louisiana and she split up from her husband. She had three children at the time and says she needed to get away.
“…Which is selfish at the time, but it happened. Um, so I trusted this guy that I really, that I knew, he knew my family, he knew my husband went to school with us, um, it started out that I was just driving him and this other lady around and it didn’t take long for me to figure out what was going on, you know, he was basically selling her,” Solomon says.
A week into this arrangement that the woman wasn’t able to meet her daily quota and the trafficker told Solomon to drive them down a swamp road.
“He dragged her out of my car and pulled her to back by the trunk and he started beating her and I watched from my rear view mirror. And he made me leave her there,” Solomon says.
He then ordered Solomon to drive them to a hotel, they got a room and once inside things took a even darker turn.
“He was doing something on his phone,” Solomon says. “I wasn’t sure what turns out later I found out he was creating an ad on backpage.com. but I’m in the ad.”
“So he looks up and he said, ‘oh yeah, they’re going to like you because you’re a white girl.’ And at that point it dawned on me what was going on. So I made a run for the door and he tackled me,” she says.
He then raped her and for the next 54 days Solomon was caught in a world of forced sex. They traveled across Texas. Every two or three days he would set up shop in a new town.
“He started renting rooms and he would have people come to the room. Um, he would, um, he would post these ads on backpage. but he would talk to these guys online through like text messaging and stuff and set up, you know, all of these appointments. And there was times that he would have me tied to the bed with bed sheets other times after a while of this going on,” Solomon says.
The trafficker would also force Solomon to smoke meth.
“I didn’t want to do it. Um, so he wrestled me down to the ground and pinned my arms down on the floor and sat on top of my chest,” Solomon says. “And this is a really heavy man and at the time I was probably like 110 pounds, you know, and so he ended up forcing me to smoke it and eventually I was, I mean, it did not take long before I was very addicted to it.”
Solomon said she was sold to men 10 to 15 times a day. Every day, she had to make at least $1,500.
“…that he wanted me to make no matter how it was done. Every day, every day, seven days a week,” Solomon says.
And the trafficker was constantly on the lookout for new victims.
“He would sit at a Greyhound bus stations all the time. That was like his favorite thing to do. He would sit there and wait for a girl or boy to walk off from the crowd with just a backpack one that meant that they had no ride. And before you know it, they’re in the car and he used to sit there and say, oh yeah, that would be a good one. I could get her and as, as, as just if I could get her in the car that’s it’s over,” she says.
Solomon said she tried to escape but the trafficker told her if she did he would then kidnap her five-year-old daughter and sell her for sex.
Had it not been for that rescue, Solomon says she would still be a slave today. Freedom came when police electronically located her phone at a College Station hotel. The suspected trafficker, Fox was arrested. He’s awaiting trial in Brazos County Detention Center.
Solomon says she never thought anything like this could happen to her. She went from trusting someone in her time of need to being turned into their property and sold for sex.
“So I trusted him and he built up that trust to um, he did things like that to make me feel comfortable and make me feel like he really cared about me,” Solomon says.
Solomon is now back with her family. They have moved to Kerrville. She has received counseling and treatment for her ordeal. And she’s working on a local ministry to help other victims of sex trafficking.
“I work very closely with a lot of girls that have come out of this same thing,” Solomon says.
She says this thing that happened to her. It’s all around us. Even in small towns in Texas, like Kerrville.
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE,
YOU’RE ON TEXAS STANDARD TIME
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