Is Street Prostitution an Issue in CD6 Race?
By Andreas Samson
‘Don’t you want a date?’
‘I’m not looking for sex’
‘I really have to get some money. Can you help me with that?’
‘Not with that.’
‘Don’t you like me?’
‘I like you just fine. But no thanks.’
‘Can I just sit in your car for a little while? I’m tired. We don’t have to do anything. I just kinda need a break.’
This conversation took place in the parking lot of a grocery store. In daylight hours. In a middle class neighborhood. She was the fifth one I saw on my way home, but I didn’t have it in me to photograph her face. In the moment, she was my sister in Christ.
Women ply the trade off of Craigslist or escort services every day with varying degrees of autonomy, but women in the street are…chattel. They are owned. Their owners lurk nearby, without fear of consequence. As long as they stay north of Burbank Blvd, rich, liberal Los Angeles is content to allow African-Americans to live in the year 1861. With mobile phones.