This March 2008 letter from the ACLU to Asheville Assistant City Attorney Curt Euler outlines the ACLU’s stance on the Asheville Police Department’s policy of publicizing prostitution arrests.
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I am for the use of the photos of prostitutes on the government access channel and the sending of postcards to the solicitors. This is a letter I wrote to Katherine Lewis Parker in response to her letter to Mr. Curt Euler. “Dear Ms. Parker, I thought I would share that as it precisely relays my feelings on this issue. |
Geniúne Mar 21, 2008 |
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I understand the point of view of the lady that cannot walk at night in the street of Asheville (less safe than New York???) without being percieved as a prostitute.. Must be frustrating . Regarding prostitution in general : Now in the better of a world , love and sexuality should be just one . Unfortunatly not everyone has been granted a attractive mind and body . So what’s left for the forgotten , the lonely , the frustrated church goers or even politicians ? ;-) As long as this nation believe in the dream of a perfect Christian nation , refusing to include Sexuality as normal and pleasure as needed, instead at pointing at sin and suffering as the normal way in life , we will witness deviations like pedophilia and degrading acts towards women and men of all age . Legalize it ( like in Nevada) , and control it into houses of pleasure (red lantern, bordello.. ), protect its workers(no slavery here when the women choose to do it )with heath services and you will see a decrease in sex crime, a decrease in AIDS diseases and a decrease in bigotry towards the enjoyment of all our senses . |
Mar 11, 2009 |
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Of course, I never received a response from the ACLU about my letter. & Of course, I realize the ability to manage issues surrounding prostitution if legalized. It just frustrates me that people who do wrong can go unpunished just because they are protected by the ACLU or some other greedily drooling group or lawyer, while I struggle to protect myself on a daily basis. Here’s another story from a recent walk home on the first warm day this year. I think it was Saturday, March 7th. I was walking home from work in full garb. Chef pants, work bag, adidas, etc. As I crossed the intersection of Clingman/ Hilliard and walked closer to the park, I noticed a black female walking on the other side of the street. I wondered to myself if she was a prostitute as her skirt was very, very short. However, her clothes matched and she had a nice pair of shoes on and a weave. All of this added up in my head to the decision that she probably wasn’t a prostitute as most of the prostitutes in this area are: drugged out zombies in sweatpants, ripped jeans, no makeup, uncombed hair, messes. So, I see a car pull up next to her and then she starts yelling. So, I assume she has just been harassed and I ask her if she is ok. At this point I swear I fell down the rabbit hole. She walks into the middle of the street with cars coming in both directions and stands on the yellow line screaming across to me that she had just gotten out of jail and that was a customer of hers that is married and had “tricked” her the night before without a condom, and she (said prostitute) had gotten his wifes’ phone number and called her to tell her about it. I felt like my head was going to explode. I was trying to make sure that she was ok and then I get all of this crap dumped into my brain. I just wanted to get as far away from her as I could. She finished crossing the street and I told her that I didn’t like prostitutes in general and especially not in my neighborhood. I informed her that I was going to call the police and in my mind I knew this was going to get ugly but, I refuse to stand down in my neighborhood. The thought that she “tricks” without condoms just kept going thru my mind and having a person want to fight with me while possibly infected by who knows what from such unsavory behaviour really was freaking me out. Just then a silver minivan with a middle aged white man pulls up. “Are you looking for something to do?” She says, “Yeah.” He responds, “Not you, her.”, pointing at me. At this point I notice he’s wearing a wedding ring. I yell, “You better take what you can get with her (pointing at the real prostitute) and get the hell outta here!!” So, she gets in the minivan and he pulls away. Usually I take my phone out and take a picture of the license plate or memorize the license plate number of the solicitor and then I call the police with a description of solicitor and vehicle. I was so shaken from the events I was just kind of standing there and the police drive right by, right behind them and I’m waving my arms trying to flag down the police and they don’t even pay attention. This all happened at around 3 p.m. on a sunny saturday afternoon. Business as usual in the South French Broad neighborhood, I guess, as no one paid the whole thing any mind. It’s no wonder I don’t want to walk in my neighborhood. |
Geniúne Mar 11, 2009 |
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What a story ! it reminds me of one in PARIS ..
Humor has been a good tool to de- dramatize issues . In term of prostitution , i think we should really protect women from being slave sex under a pimp ! also sex ed at school , as the issue and a new law is coming is good . We are making progress toward EDUCATION! |
Mar 11, 2009 |