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Human Trafficking Gold’s story

As a local to Fort Worth, Human Trafficking seems commonplace; a scar that materializes in almost every corner store, seemingly in every community, and in the hearts and minds of victims families. 300,000 people, 80,000 of them children, have fallen victim to this modern-day form of slavery. For those unaware Texas is the second most egregious in this category, only behind the liberal stronghold of California and barely hovering over the absurd landscape of Florida.  


A local Anarchist who will be referred to as Gold, shared their story to us last week. A common yet unique tale that freezes those uninitiated with the cruel realization that has been spun by vile slavers, stunned analysts and heartbroken families. Something a volunteer of this collective experienced fervently when talking to Gold last week.     


Gold: It was me, my partner, S, and this girl’s lesbian gf (A). To some degree or another, these girls are all “call girls” with the exception of my partner. We just do the drugs we’re not about the sex work life.


Interviewer: Understood.


Gold: So anyway one day after getting spun and speedballing for what had to have been weeks, the lesbians got into a peculiar argument and locked me and my gf up on her balcony with no way down for four hours. We come in to see A, practically dying of overdose because she did a shot and we knew something wasn’t right.


Interviewer: Holy Crap. What happened then?


Gold: So we tried to keep A from overdosing and nursed her back to health and then suddenly all this weird stuff starts happening like the girl whose house it was, B, who just stabbed her last week just invites herself in and starts some shit. we get her out of lesbian girls house we’ll call her S. B is now skulking around the downstairs about to start a conflict. So we hit the road and go buy 20 dollars of tar from conspicuously enough A and B (who I thought were fighting). So A goes back home, B goes back to S’s house.


Gold: The drugs are beginning to take hold. My girlfriend and I are roofied.  everything is hazy but I maintain focus. So my girlfriend and S start talking about tonight’s plans and like obviously S is trying to do some calls but she’s being shady.


Gold: So anyway we are totally roofied and fading in and out of existence and [than its] kicking [in] and like it’s hard to hold on. S tells us to drive to an area in ft worth. I begin not remembering anything.  Several different groups of people moving in and out of the car, we’re walking down the street in the middle of the ghetto. I notice S puts a volleyball from the road in the trunk while I’m putting my tar in the trunk but it was a distraction.


Interviewer: Do you know who drugged you?

Gold: S drugged our drinks while we were locked on the balcony early and we trusted her. Because we’ve known her ten years.


Interviewer: Shit


Gold: I’m fine no pity for me all my ladies are safe and so am I.


Interviewer: That’s great news


Gold: We’re being tailed all the way from the ft worth ghetto to vineyard in Mansfield
So my gf and I go back upstairs with S and some random black guy. I go to the trunk of the car to get my tar and at some point 5 sheathed blades have been put into the trunk of our car. The whole time S was saying “let me drive let me drive” because we kept roofied crashing the car but we never let anyone else drive. I realized S never meant for us to make it back to Mansfield, she meant for us to be kidnapped in Fort Worth.

Interviewer: Wow


Gold: So I managed to get one knife out of the trunk but it was hard to conceal because I had to save face and roll bowls for a while without anyone noticing I was the one that stole the fifth knife. Turns out the security camera caught four guys lurking outside and breaking into our trunk to get the rest of the knives out. So we dipped just just just in time. And unfortunately, S and B probably got the short end of the stick being two ladies at home with a bunch of human traffickers. S kept calling everyone’s phones demanding they come back but she was demanding they come back so they could turn a forced trick and everyone was really against that.


Gold: So like I don’t know where I’m really getting with all of this but there is a specific ring of middle-aged African American men involved in black market human trafficking stuff and like.  If I hadn’t thought fast my girlfriend, I, and A would be in their custody either dead or chained to a bed and it was really upsetting that a childhood friend could get us into that and that it was so close to home.


Thankfully Gold and their partner did not fall victim. Currently, the group in question has not been apprehended. Though Gold did give us a few tidbits of information about what they remember after being in a roofied state. For one the lady nicknamed S picked up a volleyball and put it in a trunk. Two the area this happened was around the intersection of East Loop 820 South and East Berry, near Willian Mcdonald Park on the outskirts of Stop Six. They went from the Vineyard, which is an apartment complex near Mansfield Texas towards stop six than back down to the Vineyard.


Gold spoke briefly about the current climate of human trafficking:


“These days it’s as easy as roofying your best friends and then getting them kidnapped in Fort Worth. I just want a message put out to sex workers that it is seriously not safe even in our own backyards even with childhood friends”.

As Anarchists, we understand that the police will never solve the problem of human trafficking along with other outrageous issues plaguing our society today. This problem, at least in my lifetime, has gotten worse and more organized over the years. Yet Gold and the countless lucky ones who dodged vile fingers of slavers, are just that….lucky. There is no Deus Ex Machina in this story no community infrastructure in place to help deter the inhumane markets of slavery. Only sheer determination, application of advice to avoid harrowing situations, and luck.    

Interviewer: Is there any advice that you would like us to add in the piece?

Gold: Always know where you’re going, who is doing who with what, who is riding in the car, and who is on what drugs.  Look out for strangers. Be aware of when you’ve been drugged. Don’t let other people drive your car. Make sure someone else somewhere else knows where you are and what you’re doing.   Stay vigilant. If you see anyone having a weapon of any sort ever, it’s red alert.

Furthermore, those who yearn for a better tomorrow and the abolition of all forms of slavery. Relying on the authorities is not enough. Just go to any corner store and read cards asking for donations to help look for people lost to the tides of enslavement to see how much the cops are capable of.

Not only do we need community action to watch and to squash any form of kidnapping but people to come out and broadcast their stories; either of a loved one or their own personal experience. If you or anyone you know and love has ever been touched by human trafficking, we here at TRL want to transcribe your story to help bring out the human aspects of human trafficking. Not just lifeless numbers and stats that blare upon the T.V. for none to take note. Please contact us on Messenger on our Facebook page (Link). Also a million thanks to Gold for their story.


*Names have obviously been changed for anonymity purposes.*