One of the local sex shops (and there are many) periodically plasters the city with its posters, most of which feature scantily-clad or nude women. The posters could be worse, but they’re certainly not what I want visitors to Bucharest, little children, or young men such as myself to be bombarded with while walking along the streets.
The posters are pasted illegally. When the posterers (is that even a word?) get caught, they’re always fined. The sex shop always pays the fine, and then they go right back to breaking the law with another round of posters.
While I’m all for freedom of the press, there are times when censorship has its benefits. I just really don’t think it’s healthy for anything and everything to be out on the streets.
Tonight at Liberty Center, a couple Romanian anti-trafficking groups joined together to rent the theater and show the documentary Nefarious I: Merchant of Souls. I found out about it just this afternoon and had a bunch of things to do–I had a bunch of posters to put up and am in the middle of packing for my move tomorrow–but this is one movie I knew I had to see. (When I first heard about it two or three years ago, I knew I had to see it. But by the time it finally came near me, I had moved to Romania.)
My initial response was feeling overwhelmed, disgusted, hopeful, angry, helpless, hurt, guilty… all at the same time. It was a wild ride of emotions for sure as the documentary went all across the globe talking with all sorts of people, from former victims and traffickers to government officials and “johns.” The stories were heart-wrenching.
Humans are created as royalty, children of the greatest King, but look at what we do to each other….
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