Wearing just their underwear, the girls line up with their backs to the wall, arms by their side, heads down, frozen to the spot. They dare not move.
Their captors walk up and down the line – picking them seemingly at random and tapping them on the shoulder – ‘You, you, you and you… come with me’.
In the back of a warehouse truck, they are driven for miles across the scorching Nevada desert until they reach a hotel. There, they are forced to have sex with up to 25 men one after the other.
This was life for Korean-born American Chong Kim who, at 19 years old, was sold as a domestic sex slave in 1994 to Russian gangsters and held captive for more than two years.
“The clients never came to the warehouse,” she recalled “That was just where we slept. There was nothing there but bed mats on the floor and we would just lay there.
“They would give us colouring books with fat crayons and we would colour. But then we would hear the knock outside the storage unit doors and have to all line up.
“If you were chosen, we would get in the truck and there would be a gallon of water between us. You could tell it was hot outside because it was made out of metal aluminium and it was too hot to touch.
“We were sweating when we got to the room and we’d get a make up bag and toiletries and they’d say ‘you have ten minutes to take a shower’. They would have lingerie laying on the bed.
“I remember sitting in the shower because it felt so good to be in water that I just cried. When I was done I had to basically lay in bed naked waiting for the customer to come in.”
About half of her clients were American and others were Russian but some had accents she wasn’t familiar with – they could have been British, Australian or European, she couldn’t tell.
“They all had one hour to spend time with us but most of the time they didn’t spend the whole hour, they just came in, raped us and then they would leave. And then we had to shower for the next client. That was pretty much our day.”
The traffickers would take up to 15 girls to ‘service’ hundreds of men in one day.
“One time, I could hear the screaming on the other side of the hotel room and I could tell another girl was being raped and she was screaming and it was really, really hard for me to concentrate.
“And when we got done throughout the day we would get so sore that I remember asking for a bag of ice and had to put it between my legs because it hurt so much.”
Sometimes the girls were returned to the warehouse, sometimes they didn’t. Any attempts at fighting back or escaping were met with brutal beatings and torture.
“I tried to escape numerous times,” says Chong, now 38. “I remember one time the warehouse truck stopped somewhere and we had to get out to get changed and use the bathroom and that’s when I started running.
“We were in the middle of the desert and I didn’t know where I was. The next thing I knew, I had what I think was a crowbar hit me in the back of the head. When I woke up, I was tortured. I was on a meat hook and beaten like a piñata. Other times they would bust both my knee caps or they would put me in a tub of ice naked.”
As time went on, she would witness as much cruelty as she was subjected to and she would regularly be transported with up to 50 other girls from warehouse to warehouse, state to state.
The girls were all ages and ethnicities, some having being trafficked through Europe or Russia before ending up in the USA.
“I witnessed murders, tortures, sodomy, rape,” she says quietly. “The youngest girl I saw there was just seven years old. They tied me down and made me watch her get raped by 12 adult men. It made me so sick to my stomach. I still see her face in my dreams.”
Forcefully injected with heroin, meth and cocaine and held in a dark, windowless warehouse, time ceased to exist.
“I never knew what time it was because we never had a window to look out. There were times when it would feel like forever,” she said.
“I turned into a puppet, I got tired of fighting back. There were moments where I asked for help and nobody helped me. The traffickers would say, ‘see you are nothing, that is why nobody is helping you’.
“We had no military guys or swat teams to come in and break down the doors and rescue us, that was a dream.”
Her only option was to gain the trust of her traffickers and rise up the ranks to find a way to escape.
“I felt that I would never get out and the other part of me was getting angry,” she says. “I kept looking at my situation, all the times I tried to escape I was unsuccessful. And so I wanted to know where were these people coming from, where were the parents? Why wasn’t anyone looking for them? And so the only way I thought at that time was to act like I was going to be a part of them so I could find out all of their secrets.
“I approached the head trafficker and I said ‘I could be the Madam, I am a woman, I can use my feminine charms and to manipulate and to get more girls. And I can help you make more money’.”
After gaining their trust, she soon found herself in the terrible position of recruiting young girls into sex slavery, just two years after the very same thing happened to her.
She was recruited into sex slavery in 1994 by the person she believed to be her boyfriend.
While studying Law at a technical college in Dallas, Chong met a man claiming to be a soldier in a bar who she knew as Keith, only later discovering that was not his real name.
She described him as chivalrous, adding: “He would say to me ‘you should smile more often you know’, he was very, very sleek. That’s what makes him poisonous.”
Estranged from her family, Chong was vulnerable and looking for her ‘Prince Charming’ and he manipulated this to recruit her, she says.
“It’s like a hunting game, they know how to hunt, they look for them, they watch, they observe. They’ll do a round of tests,: says Chong. “A man will go to the bar and he will say ‘who wants to get me a drink?’ and the first woman who says ‘I will’ without knowing him gives him the signal that she will do anything for him.”
After just two months of dating, he drove her to an abandoned house in Oklahoma telling her that he needed to help a homeless friend.
“I said I’d wait in the car and that’s when he grabbed me by the neck and said ‘you’re going to do as I say’. And my first thought was ‘what did I do wrong?’”
He chained her up in the basement and burned her passport and documents. There, she was raped and tortured before she was transported to the warehouse somewhere in an Indian reservation in Nevada.
“When I was taken to the storage unit and I saw the other girls, I was just shocked.” She says. “It was like a giant factory of children. And I literally thought I was in a different country because I was so Americanised that I thought it can’t be here.”
But when she became a Madam she learned about the scale of the operation and the so-called respectable people who were her customers.
“I learned about the corruption – there were politicians, judges, police officers that would buy a girl and pay the agency to keep quiet,” she says. “It scared me so much that I decided I need to run away.”
Her opportunity to escape came in 1997 when she was staying in a wealthy client’s hotel in a casino in Vegas.
“I remembered watching a James Bond movie with my father and he’d crawled out through the vent to escape,” she says. “I remember the vent being big enough and I thought ‘you know, it’s worth a try!’”
Making her way outside the building, a man pulled up in his car and spotted her escaping still wearing her lingerie.
“My heart was beating so fast,” she says, “I got in the car and took off my Stiletto shoes and beat him over the head. He was unconscious, I didn’t kill him. And I moved his body out and I stole his vehicle.”
For many years after her escape, she “lived like a hobo” fearful that her kidnappers would trace her if she used her social security number. After seeking help from a women’s shelter and with intense therapy, she slowly started to rebuild her life.
Her incredible story is now the subject of an independent film to be released this Friday (July 19) in selected UK cinemas, starring Hollywood star Jamie Chung.
And today, mum-of-one Chong shares her story to educate law enforcement personnel and attorneys all over the USA.
Her advocacy work for victims has been commended by campaigners including Academy Award winning actress Emma Thompson.
But despite helping scores of victims, Chong feels emotionally conflicted about her time as a Madam working for the very people that abused, raped and tortured her.
“I worry about being judged,” she says. “Even when I was a Madam I was still being held as a slave. I never kept any money, I was being monitored all the time.
“There’s not a moment I don’t think about the girls, their faces, their tears I only hope that they were able to be rescued or escaped.”
Chong is working with private investigators and members of the FBI to give as much information as possible to help bring her traffickers to justice.
But the organised criminals, who were also involved in drugs, arms and money laundering, were clever enough to use false names and move the girls from site to site to avoid being traced.
But by telling her story, Chong is speaking up for all survivors of sex trafficking, she says.
“I have people who say ‘I’m sorry this happened to you’ and I say don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell me that you’re angry and you want to do something.
“There are so many of these men who come to different countries whether it is in the UK, South East Asia or America and their intention is for paid rape. And the woman’s voices will always remain silent as long as the law enables these predators. So we need to find a way to say ‘No more.’”
* ‘Eden’ is in selected cinemas including the Brixton Ritzy and Empire Leicester Square from July 19. It is also available for download on iTunes. For more information, go to http://www.edenthefilm.com/
It was not too long ago that as News Editor of the Bexley Times, I ran a campaign to save the A&E at Queen Mary’s Hospital, Sidcup. The plans to slash services at the hospital were patently ludicrous. Its A&E services were award-winning as was its maternity unit yet it was put to residents that ‘streamlining’ services would be better for them. Of course in consultancy-speak streamlining meant cuts and closure.
There were obvious practical concerns. For instance, we worked out that if you happened to have a car accident on certain parts of the A20, it would take an ambulance an extra 20 minutes to get you safely to a hospital as opposed to under 10 if Queen Mary’s remained open. And further digging found that in the run up to the closure, the Sidcup A&E was taking in overflow patients from the neighbouring hospitals as they couldn’t cope with the high volume of emergencies. So why close it? It made no sense.
It soon became clear that the move may have had more to do with the terrible financial straits that neighbouring PFI hospitals, Princess Royal University Hospital in Bromley and Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Woolwich, were in – owing more than £100m to private investors. It sadly seemed to be the case of culling efficiency to pay the debt of inefficiency and all the more galling when we exposed the fees paid to executives hired to make the cuts.
The campaign ultimately failed, the emergency unit closed two years ago and the 80,000 patients who would ordinarily have used Sidcup’s A&E now go to other hospitals in Kent and London. Sometimes as a journalist you take on campaigns that are doomed to fail just to add your support to the community. We knew that Queen Mary’s would close because the signs were there in the consultation process. The quango, ironically called A Picture of Health, produced a consultation that was perplexing, confusing and full of jargon and despite the majority of respondents disagreeing with the plans (including hundreds of Bexley Times readers signing the petition which went to Downing Street) the plans were given the green light.
This alone seemed morally unjust. But the sinister PR machine made the business of closing an NHS A&E all the more murky. We would receive countless press releases ‘revealing’ how plans to close the unit were supported by hundreds of clinicians yet we struggled to find any who welcomed the plans. When challenged, A Picture of Health refused to reveal the names of those professionals who supposedly gave the plans their approval. After a year-long battle where I was forced to complain to the Information Commissioner, A Picture of Health admitted that no such list of people existed which exposed the PR as the propaganda it was.
I was shocked and frustrated at the subterfuge. On the face of it, the organisation was hired to create a fair and open consultation about the future of a local hospital. Instead it was misleading the public and gagging the staff affected by the changes.
When Sidcup closed, we feared that other wards would follow… and they have. Rumours that hospital land at the Frognal Road site was ringfenced for development have been proven to be true. Indeed the Trust supposedly managing the hospital has gone into insolvency whilst a significant chunk of tax payers money is being thrown into the bottomless pit of PFI debt. The future of Queen Mary’s is bleak.
Now, history is repeating itself with plans to close my local A&E at University Hospital, Lewisham. Out comes another jargon-filled questionnaire with such closed questions as:
To what extent do you agree or disagree that the efficiency of the hospitals that make up South London Healthcare NHS Trust needs to improve to match that of top performing NHS organisations?
Everyone wants efficient hospitals but the question above treats it as fact that Lewisham is failing. Where is the evidence that University Hospital, Lewisham is inefficient when figures suggest that approximately 750,000 people use its A&E alone? Just a fraction of those 750,000 hospital users made their feelings known last month but it brought Lewisham town centre to a standstill. In almost every shop window there are posters like the one below and there are people with petitions at my local GP and standing outside the shopping centre. It is plain to see the strength of feeling in the community, but will we be listened to this time?
The NHS should be healthcare provision for all at the point of need. Instead, it is being used as the family silver by generations of governments who sold vital services to private investors offering little return.
As Councillor Liam Curran, from Save Lewisham Hospital Campaign, said:
Hospitals should not be run as profit ventures – they are not supermarkets, to be closed if they don’t make enough money.
Although he will know that the blame for this lies with his own party under Tony Blair and previous Tory governments who decided to privatise the NHS chunk by chunk under the nose of the electorate.
My fear is that a deal has already been struck to strip us of our hospital and no matter how many times we ‘have our say’, it is the private companies who hold the power. However, people power should not be underestimated, especially in light of the so-called Starbucks apology. We have seen a good community hospital dismantled in Sidcup and we can’t afford to let it happen in Lewisham. So, please join the campaign and sign the petition here.
Last Tuesday, I met seven of the remaining ‘Few’ who fought in the Battle of Britain. All of the gentlemen I met were charming and had some incredible stories – some of which could not fit into the article that I co-wrote for the Sunday Mirror. You can read it by clicking the image above or at the link here.
One of the fascinating stories I heard was from Battle of Britain veteran Nigel Rose about one of his 602 squadron leaders, Douglas Farquhar. He famously shot down a Heinkel 111, the first thought to have been shot down in Scotland on February 22, 1940. An archive picture of the downed aircraft is available here.
The Argus at the time reported:
After a Spitfire pilot brought down a Heinkel bomber yesterday he landed close in and took the crew of four Germans prisoner. The village postman reported -’ I saw a big black machine flying from the sea. It was very low and the Spitfire was almost on top of it. Then I heard a burst of fire and the bomber crashed.’ A farm worker followed on – ‘Three Germans climbed out of the bomber and lifted out another man who seemed badly injured. They carried him across the field. They then went back and got in again. They weren’t inside long. They jumped out and smoke and flames shot up’.
As this happened the Spitfire landed and the pilot clambered out and raced toward the Heinkel a few seconds late. Flames were rising 30ft from the bomber. The British pilot guarded the Germans until troops arrived and then helped them carry their wounded comrade to a farm close by.
However, a rather different tale of this particular incident that demonstrates a rare appearance of humanity shared by ‘enemies’ is less well told. Mr Rose told me:
The Heinkel made a forced landing in North Berwick and he looked down at them and thought ‘Goodness, probably what they’ll do is set fire to this and we must stop that at all costs’ as there were valuable bits and pieces of technology on board. So he decided to land beside them but failed to notice there was a huge ditch running across the middle of the field, instead landing at high speed.
As the German’s set alight their plane, the British Spitfire ‘cartwheeled’ into a bog and the Squadron Leader was flung upside down “hanging from his straps” from his wrecked Spitfire. Nigel continued:
There he hung and he didn’t know quite what to do. Meanwhile, the Germans came out of their Heinkel and stood around gawping and wondering what on earth was going on – was this how the RAF conduct themselves? Eventually decency took over and they held out their hands and allowed him to fall gently into their arms, this was when chivalry was high.
Dusting himself off, Farquhar is said to have then raced up the hill with the German soldiers to pull the injured German rear gunner further away from the burning Heinkel wreckage. The confident RAF man then took charge of his rescuers, according to Nigel:
He said, ‘look here, the land army are going to be here any minute so you best hand over your weapons’ and they did. But it didn’t end there, when the land army arrived they arrested all of them so it took a bit of sorting out…
But sort it out they did, said Nigel, and in the best British tradition, they “all had a cup of tea”. This calamity however didn’t retract from Farquhar’s service, he was given a Distinguished Flying Cross later that month by King George VI on a visit to Drem. And one of the Heinkel’s crew, Fw Sprigarth was mentioned in Parliament for his part in the rescue. But his actions failed to rescue him from the inevitable… he and his crew Lt R E Grote, Uffz Berger and the injured Uffz Bachman were kept as prisoners of war.
One of Farquhar’s fellow pilots from Drem, Frank Howell, may have found that somewhat unfair. In a letter to his brother Henry, he wrote:
The only thing of interest that has happened up here is that awful show when the Heinkel landed at St Abbs Head. Of course you must have read about it. The ‘dashing’ pilot landed near the machine and tried to prevent the Jerries firing it, of all the crass stupidity. I have never seen such a miserable attempt at being a hero or something. It was the C.O. of 602 squadron! A squadron leader!!! My my. The field was like a miniature mountain like this (cartoon drawing) and of course he went ass over tit and landed flat on his back like this (cartoon drawing) and was firmly stuck in the cockpit upside down! Of course the Germans, being decent chaps, lifted what was left of the tail and got him out, thus saving his life – or if not that, from a nasty headache. Actually, the Heinkel was nicely set alight, whilst the wretched S/L was on the wrong end of a revolver, trying to bluff a bullet headed German to hand it over! The scream of it all is that the ‘ace British Spitfire pilot’ had not got even a peashooter with him!! A silly man. The King is coming to see us all tomorrow and I expect he will get a DFC or something; I know what he really wants!
Of course, wartime stories are often vulnerable to hyperbole and myth but I wonder how many other stories are out there that did not fit into the ‘good vs bad’ history books and have faded over time.
This is another feature I did for W1 Features Agency. It tells of the fantastic work that volunteer army nurse Dawn McDonald did out in Afghanistan.
You can read it here.
For the last three months I have been working on a documentary series about murder in the countryside for the Crime & Investigation Network. So when I was asked to do an article for W1 Features Agency about Natalie Matthews, wife to Charlton FC’s Danny Hollands, and their “miracle babies” it was a welcome relief.
Triplets Sofia, Annabella and Mia were a medical marvel as two were conceived through IVF and one naturally. The story made the Sunday Mirror yesterday. You can read the feature here.
That’s the beauty of being a freelance journalist. One day you are rummaging through police crime scene photographs and the next you are cooing at cute pictures like the one above.
They share the trademark blond barnet but the Johnson brothers seem to have little else in common. But do BoJo and JoJo share the same media adviser?
At first glance it would seem unlikely… Boris certainly – rightly or wrongly – grabs more headlines with the latest foot in mouth gaff apparently insulting the Irish. After his ill advised comments about Liverpool, then Portsmouth, it seems that he can’t even make a crass joke about buggering Bognor without conjuring up a media storm.
Jo on the other hand is meeker and less controversial than his older brother. Even he told the BBC:
Well he is very flamboyant and charismatic. I’m much more low key and, dare I say it, more focused and serious minded.
However, reading the Evening Standard on February 9, I had difficulty in telling them apart. In the Standard article, which has strangely disappeared from the website, Boris speaks to Jemima Khan under a headline ‘So, Teflon Boris, how do you keep getting away with it?’ It reads:
Having worked as a journalist for most of his adult life, “endlessly attacking people who would try to take tough decisions and make the world better”, he is painfully aware of what makes the headlines… “In the end, it wasn’t satisfying because I was being cruel sometimes, just sort of sitting there lobbing rocks over people’s walls and causing a great deal of dismay without actually having to put myself in the firing line. I thought it was fundamentally unfair.”
This answer seemed awfully familiar to one that Boris’s baby brother gave to me, when working at the esteemed organ, the Bromley Times in 2009:
I know very well that as a journalist it is easy to throw stones but there comes a point that you have to stand up and see whether you can do any better.
As Private Eye would say, Just Fancy That!