Day 8: A day with IJM Mumbai

Really?   Running into people from your own town in Mumbai?

After the day before's events, I was quite greatful for IJM office providing Clive to pick me up Thursday morning.   I was really looking forward to going to this particular office because of the interaction I had with Sanjay Macwan, Mumbai Field Office Director at GPG, but was also a little nervous since I knew that I was going to be leading devotions


I arrived at the IJM office and was met by Mervyn (holding Just Us shirt above) , the community relations leader.  I really enjoyed the conversation and began to feel at ease.   Community relations operates similarly to what church relations would do in the US, attempting to form partnerships with faith communities, at first exposing them to the issues, then engaging in the work.  One example that sticks in my mind is translation.   Many of the sex trafficking victims in Mumbai come from all over India, or even Nepal.   After they are rescued, the police need to take a statement used later for the trial against the perpetrators.   Since the victim likely does not speak Hindi, the police are hindered from pursuing the case.   Community members, with knowledge of the language can be brought in to translate for the victim providing an extremely valuable service.

It soon became 9am and that was the time for devotions.   Sanjay introduced me by relating the story of our discussion at GPG and how he had encouraged me to come to Mumbai.  It still did not quite seem real that I had actually made it!   I started by sharing my personal pain of several failed attempts at finding justice at various times of my life, the loss of my church family, my attending GPG and finding IJM, an organization dedicated to justice.   I then shared the many ways I saw God work while doing things with IJM and how I began to realize I could have the same dynamic relationship with God in all areas of my life.   I then talked about the story of the royal official in John 4, a passage that shows that God can clearly work in far away places when those close to Him ask.  Several people from IJM told me that they appreciated the talk and emphasized they had experienced numerous cases in various operations when they felt God moving in the prayers of those interceding for them.
My first appointment after devotions was with Sanjay, the field office Director.   It was his amazing passion for his work expressed in the Mumbai prayer room that motivated me to find a way to visit the office.

He told me his personal history of many years ago seeing the horror of sex trafficking when he and a friend inadvertantly stayed at a hotel near the Mumbai brothels.   That memory was a major driver in his getting involved with fighting trafficking.  Sanjay said the IJM office has obtained the rescue of 1011 girls and obtained 41 convictions of perpetrators.

My next meeting was with Bob P, the head of investigations.   Bob is a soft hearted man, which I could really relate to.   I was amazed to find that Bob was from Wisconsin and maintained a home in a Milwaukee suburb.   Bob retired from the Racine police force where he got significant investigations experience and began to look at what to do next.   Eventually God led him to IJM, and he accepted the investigations role in Mumbai.  As is true of all investigators in IJM, the work is extremely dangerous and difficult.  Trafficking is a very lucrative business and the perpetrators will do just about anything to protect it.  Bob and his team are a close knit group.  I had a chance to meet them, but of course can't tell you much about them except that they some of the most experienced investigators in IJM.   Bob and one of the investigators agreed to take me to the field later that day.   After what I heard so far, was not sure whether I was looking forward to it or not.   Bob described it as a dark dark place.  More on my own impressions later.   On a positive note, Bob said that it would be less likely we would see kids in front of the bothels, both because of the efforts of IJM but also because the model for delivering prostitution was changing to methods that were more difficult to find the victims.  This is a major prayer request from the Mumbai team.

The remainder of the morning, I met with Mervyn and another member of the IJM community relations team.  It was a great back and forth dialog on challenges of reaching the faith community.   Surprisingly similar to the US, step one was teaching them about the problem.   Surprising in the sense that it isn't happening 4000 miles away.  Then again, it seems that churches universally are a little afraid of taking on social issues.   I think I would have been that way a few years back myself.  Overall though, I think that good progress was being made.

I also met with then a member of the aftercare team.  I asked if there was any advice for our Miwaukee task force regarding creating a after care home, which seemed to be lacking.   They said that they also at one time considered creating their own aftercare center, but decided against it.   Their thinking really touched me.   The existing aftercare centers serve a much larger group of people and working with others and helping them would really benefit more people.  Leave it to IJM to value working with others and benefiting the most people!

I also met with one of the legal team.   One thing that stood out to me that I never knew was that the courts in Mumbai do not accept the word of their own police force in the course of prosecuting trafficking (or any crime, I presume) Instead, there has to be testimony of two members of the public, one male and one female.   I asked how this was possible since many of the "public" present at a brothel would presumably prefer to be anonymous or would side with the perps.   They said they included people in the rescue specifically for this purpose.  They would witness the passing the money, and the delivery of the girls, and could therefore testify as to the validity of the prosecution.

Mervyn and his associate and I got together for lunch.  Actually they brought in their lunches to a small conference room and we shared it among each other.   I was a little concerned I was taking their lunch, but it seemed that all got enough to satisfy and the fellowship during lunch was great.

In the afternoon, Bob, Clive, and Investigator and I went for a drive into the city.   Although somewhat reassured that there were likely to be few if any minors visible in the brothel areas, I still found our trip there chilling.   Going past building after building where rescues had taken place was uplifting, but it was evident that the problem still existed.   Many of the "majors", as adult victims are called, are simply minors that got older.   I shot this video from the car as we were going through one of the red light district streets.    The color of the video reflects my feelings at the time.


We also visited several other areas of the city, including the Taj Mahal hotel, Victoria terminus, and Gateway to India.   During this trip there was a little excitement as well.   While traveling through an intersection in Mumbai, the traffic police motioned for Clive to pull over to the side the road for an "inspection".   The reason for our selection, most likely me, a white face in the front seat.   Eventually things were cleared up, but not before 10 -15 minutes had transpired.   I was told that these types of stops are not uncommon and typically require a small cash contribution to insure the "inspection" goes well.    

Had a great dinner with Bob after the drive.    We talked about a number of topics, everything from how God directed him to taking the IJM position to the rules of cricket (it still is a little mysterious to me).   I am very greatful for Bob's hospitality.   It made for a great day!


Day 7: Independence Day/Picnic

Celebrating Independence Day at HBI, a church picnic in the country and the scariest moment of the trip

In the end, I wished I could have spent more time in Chennai.   I felt like my time with IJM and HBI were both too short, but I think I made the most of the time I had

Independence Day speech at HBI
Wednesday morning I was walking out of my room, I saw this large crowd gathered on the lawn at HBI.  At first I was wondering what kind of program was going on.  

There were dancers performing to music and all of the school kids from the boys and girls home were gathered all dressed in their dress whites. 
Soon, Bobby Gupta took that stage and began a message exhorting the attendees regarding the opportunity to take country to new levels.  The key was believers in Jesus to live in a way that




Kids are kids all over . . . hamming it up at HBI

Picnic with the Calvary chapel somewhere north of Chennai
I was not completely sure where I was going except that my driver was ready to take me there.   With some coaxing, I got him to pose by his car, which I thought was pretty cool.   This car was probably about 40 years old but in great shape.




I knew I was going to an Independence Day church retreat.  The topic for the retreat was family matters.  After almost 2 hours, we were the first to arrive, but once everyone arrived we gathered in an upstairs room, for praise and worship.  Very lively time -- I was a little taken back by starting out with songs requiring motions.   I gave it my best, but not sure I was even close.  We then had a couple of talks by Thomas,  and also Bobby Gupta, and then gathered for lunch.
Bless her heart, Malini was thinking about the lone American in the server line.   Indian do not use silverware in the casual eating, but she found a spoon for me and cleaned it up.  She also walked though the serving line and pointed to things that would probably be too hot for me.   What she did not know is that I have a cast iron stomach and had eaten several times in casual situations.   I really appreciated her thoughtfulness and did not take the hotter stuff . . . at first.   But after the first round, I went back for some delicious and spicy Indian food.  However, apparently my eating technique was lacking slightly.   I had been imitating the stirring of the food with my fingers, the picking up the stew with the "Roti" or bread, the scoop of the bread and stew into the hand, but it wasn't quite right.   Fortunately, someone graciously told me about my thumb being the "spoon" which greatly sped up the process of eating.  One of the best meals . . . home made Indian food . . . of my time in India.

Rescued slaves?
As I mentioned, yesterday I had been with the IJM Chennai team, but several folks were gone on simultaneous rescues.   The church I was with that day had several members who worked for IJM, including rescue operations.   In an interesting twist, I was introduced to one of them who told me that they had been a  part of the rescue the day before and in fact, the freed slaves were actually in the building we were in.   Later, I saw them, they seemed scared and we weren't able to communicate, but I hope I communicated some level of caring and my heart was burning.

Arriving Mumbai . . . a kidnapping?
In every case so far in my trip I had been driven my a professional driver . . .from airport to hotel, from hotel to work, etc.   Mumbai was the only time I made my own arrangements.   But I had read ahead and knew that to avoid being ripped off, I should go to the "prepaid taxi" stand and purchase my ride.   So I went to the counter, spent 200 rupees for the fare and followed the directions toward my cab.   After getting to described place I was momentarily confused by two different lines.   When I stopped to assess, a helpful young man in a uniform asked me if I had a prepaid fare and when I said yes, he said to follow him.   We walked across the street and then into a parking lot where a beat-up cab was pointed to.   After I got in, I got my first uneasy feeling . . . two men got into my taxi . . . the first time this had happened and both looked a little rough.   I chalked it up to the big city and I was happy that they seemed to speak some English and seemed to understand where the hotel was.   We took off for the hotel . . . or so I thought.   After a while  we pulled over to the side of the road on a dark street far from the airport . . and the cabbie demanded 1600 rupees for fare.   I explained that I had prepaid the fare . . but they quickly said it was only the parking fee. They offered to take a $100 US, but I did not have it and that would have been 5000 rupees.  Feeling like I had no other choice, I scraped together the money and handed it over.
Then came the kicker . . . they then told me to get out of the taxi!   They reassured me that the car behind me would take me to the hotel.   So now I potentially was going to be abandoned on some dark street in Mumbai.   I told him that I would not leave the cab, that I had paid the fare and expected to be taken to the hotel.   They quickly came back with a "this is a service cab, your real cab is parked behind us"  They had all the answers.  We argued.  Suddenly one of the men grabbed my bag and took it out of the taxi, so now I had to choose between my stuff and me.   I got out of the cab and the other cabbie helped me load the bags into the other car and we were off.   I sure had my doubts we were heading to the hotel.   Five minutes went by, then 10 minutes, my heart was pounding . . . . the hotel and the airport I knew to be 5 - 10 minutes apart, but 10 minutes had passed and we were not yet there.   In my mind, I began to think I was going to be kidnapped  . . . or worse.   But soon I saw signs again for the airport and I began to think at least I could try again to get to the hotel.  But we drove on past the airport and began driving down a road of hotels.  Maybe I was going to make it?   Well we soon arrived at the hotel.   The driver turned and asked for a tip, but certainly did not get one!

I got out of the cab as soon as possible . . . headed to the counter . . . and began the check-in process.  That process went smoothly but I learned during that process that the hotel actually has an airport shuttle . . . aaaaaaaahhhhh!

Such was my introduction to Mumbai