{"id":8674,"date":"2017-07-23T19:18:58","date_gmt":"2017-07-23T23:18:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wasobamaborninkenya.com\/blog\/?p=8674"},"modified":"2017-07-23T19:18:58","modified_gmt":"2017-07-23T23:18:58","slug":"from-pain-a-purpose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wasobamaborninkenya.com\/blog\/from-pain-a-purpose\/","title":{"rendered":"From pain, a purpose"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dorsey Jones survived the horrors of child sex trafficking to become a source of hope for troubled youth<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n

Atlanta Journal-Constitution<\/strong>
\nby Josh Green
\n7\/23\/2017<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dorsey Jones was once a fixture on her father\u2019s shoulder. That was her baby seat, most places Henry Jones went. And she was his world, his only child. Perched up there, Dorsey \u2014 born in Portsmouth, Virginia, on Thanksgiving Day 1970 \u2014 would often try to comb his hair. At least that\u2019s what his family told her. She hasn\u2019t a single memory of her dad.<\/em><\/p>\n

While crabbing one day off Virginia Beach, the current crept up and surprised the Vietnam vet, a strong swimmer who nonetheless drowned.<\/em><\/p>\n

The current of Dorsey\u2019s life also shifted that day.<\/em><\/p>\n

Her father\u2019s death left Dorsey in the care of her mother, an occasional housekeeper and babysitter who was prone, as Dorsey tells it, to spontaneous and irrational decisions. This included suddenly uprooting the family via Greyhound bus from Norfolk to South Georgia when Dorsey, the oldest of four siblings, was about 6.<\/em><\/p>\n

In every sense, Bainbridge was a shock for Dorsey. Ripped from the support system of her father\u2019s extended family, she was deposited at her maternal grandmother\u2019s two-bedroom apartment while her mother took off with a former crush. Dorsey and her siblings shared the space with an aunt and two cousins; most of them slept on the concrete floor. Her grandmother often issued beatings with fists, books, shoes \u2014 anything \u2014 for the smallest infraction. When visitors came, Dorsey tried to slip them S.O.S. notes addressed to her vanished mom.<\/em><\/p>\n

Clara eventually came back and moved her children from one unstable living arrangement to the next, often disappearing for long stints. There was a house without electricity where they burned end-tables for heat in winter. The kitchen walls of one apartment crawled with cockroaches. Dorsey wore raggedy ballet slippers with a safety pin at the heel that kept them on her feet. Christmases were just another day.<\/em><\/p>\n

The one constant in Dorsey\u2019s life was hunger.<\/em><\/p>\n

One time she scooped up the family goldfish and put the flopping pet on a heated skillet in an attempt to feed herself and her siblings until an uncle dropped by and stopped her. Another time, Dorsey found a tiny piece of chicken skin on a neighbor\u2019s grill. She savored the smoky flavor for a few minutes, resisting the urge to swallow. Other times, she stole Butterfingers and cans of vegetable soup from the corner store.<\/em><\/p>\n

It was against this dire backdrop that everything changed on Dorsey\u2019s 11th birthday. That was when a man in his 40s who lived across the street fondled Dorsey\u2019s genitals. Afterward, he handed her a crumpled $20. She knew what he\u2019d done was wrong, but that much money in her hand was exhilarating. It seemed like $100 or $1,000. So she walked to the Dixie Dandy convenience store, bought two cans of peas and a package of stew meat, and cooked up a feast for her siblings.<\/em><\/p>\n

Street life<\/strong><\/em><\/h3>\n

The pool of predators was small, at first.<\/em><\/p>\n

The neighbor developed a system in which Dorsey would sneak through the woods each Friday to secretly enter his bedroom from the back. Soon he invited his brother into the transactions. Not long after that, their aged father also began paying for sex. Sometimes it was $10 or $15. Occasionally more.<\/em><\/p>\n

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