A recent report by the UN slammed Israel’s response to child prostitution – stating that there is no controlled coordination between agencies of the state to deal with the problem, no clear data and no sufficient prosecution for perpetrators.
Times of Israel 29/11/2015
Network smuggled Russian and Ukrainian women into Israel and ran brothels in luxury high-rises, investigators charge
A months-long undercover police investigation has uncovered a women-trafficking and prostitution network in Tel Aviv and Ramat Gan. The investigation, reported Sunday by Israel Radio, was conducted under the auspices of the Tel Aviv Police and resulted in the arrest of two men suspected of running the trafficking ring.
By Rachelle Tchiprout
“She had to drink and drug herself each night to steel herself in preparation to ‘service’ 20-30 of the brothel’s johns who paid to repeatedly rape her.” – Michal Leibel
On August 13th, 2015, a 36-year old woman hung herself in the brothel where she worked and lived for many years. After 15 years of repeated abuse, she took her life as a way out of the world of prostitution.
Written by Ahuva Sheli (pseudonym), a survivor of prostitution
Hi, how are you? I am writing you this letter, hoping you will read it to the end.
Like you, I became trapped in the prostitution cycle five years ago. I had been previously raped, and violent partners took my kids from me. My children were placed in institutions where they experienced rape attempts, mental and physical abuse, all of which was silenced leading me to rely more heavily on drugs. I understand. Like you I went through hell, met Satan, slept with him and was paid by him. I lived in a world of delusions and heard voices. I was like you. I still choke sometimes – don’t think it’s otherwise. I did blow jobs to survive, slept with all sorts of men for money, I am neither more nor less than you. Like you I wept at night and I know what it’s like to live without parents, without a family, and having no one to turn to. Hardly knowing what to do. Thinking of freedom. It is not freedom. It’s a trap!
By Rebecca Hughes
At least once a week, someone mistakes me for a prostitute. It started two years ago when I moved to south Tel-Aviv. At first I didn’t understand why cars were pulling up alongside me as I walked home, trailing me for a few moments and then driving away. After a few months I casually mentioned this strange behavior to one of my neighbors.