Amsterdam is one of my favorite cities in the world. I love the artistic history in Amsterdam, the architecture, the canals and winding stone streets, the gouda cheese and meats for breakfast, the helpfulness of the people walking down the street, the color of oranges, green apples, and ripe bananas at food stands peppering my path. I love the world famous gorgeous garden, the Keukenhof, filled with over seven million tulips, daffodils, and hyacinth that I once visited with a friend. It’s a beautiful city and I have friends there that remain in my heart.
On my last trip to Amsterdam, I woke to a chilly morning in the city and the meaningful day before me. I hopped in a taxi and headed outside of the city to a secondary school for teens with special needs. I knocked on the locked double door and tried to explain why I was there to the teacher looking at me curiously, convinced I was at the wrong place. My accent needs more work than I realized as I repeated the name of my contact a few times before she was able to discern who I was looking for.
Walking into a classroom upstairs I saw my friend, Helene, a prevention worker with Scarlet Cord. She and her colleague were going to be teaching a “Beware of Loverboys” class to at-risk girls aged 14-16, discussing issues of sexuality, boundaries, and the common practices of pimps¬–termed “loverboys”–who use a lengthy and intentional process to manipulate girls into prostitution. Wellspring provides funding for this prevention program developed by Scarlet Cord and now taught in over 25 public schools annually around Amsterdam. I was there to observe, and finding a chair in an inconspicuous corner of the room I did my best create minimal intrusion.
Helene sat beside me whispering English interpretation to the Dutch instruction, but honestly it is quite amazing what can be understood through the PowerPoint imagery, written plan, and body language.
In this school of two hundred students and sixty females, there have been four known pregnancies and one abortion this year. Hesitant and shy at first, the girls began to respond, holding up a red card for boundaries they were comfortable holding, and a green card for behaviors they found acceptable. It always surprises and frightens me to hear the role of the internet—of Facebook, of Snapchat, of webcams–in a story where a young girl ultimately finds herself in prostitution; the stories that begin with meeting a charming guy who friends her on Facebook, and fast forwarding a few days later to a gang rape, physical abuse, and ending up behind a window for sale. I followed along as they showed photos of the various profiles a loverboy will set up, allowing him to tailor his approach to the vulnerabilities of each girl he targets.
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