Kay Chernush

Bought and Sold

I have been working on human trafficking since 2005. As a photographer wanting to dramatize the hideous circumstances and complexities around this subject, I faced the moral and aesthetic dilemmas of how to make visually compelling images that avoid exposing to public humiliation or further danger the very people I want to help.

Photographs of sex and prostitution in particular arouse moral judgement and voyeuristic interest. So I abandoned photo-reportage and a documentary style, street shots, hidden cameras or evocative set-ups. In our image-saturated culture, these frequently have a titillating effect and allow viewers to feel superior to, and removed from, the subject.

This new series presents a different vision, inspired by the survivors themselves. These collaborative "re-imagings" are aimed at deconstructing and transforming the person's victimhood by exploding their particular experiences of betrayal, deception, fear, violence, trauma, escape, survival and strength/hope into the universal.

The tension created between the formal aesthetic qualities of these works -- their surface beauty -- and the horrors being depicted are intended to throw you the viewer off balance. Out of that discomfort I hope to encourage you to reconsider your own assumptions and attitudes towards commercial sex and coercion, exploitation and pwerlessness.

"Compassion is an unstable emotion," wrote Susan Sontag. "It needs to be translated into action, or it withers."

They must have a hole where their heart should be.
  
The agency said I was going to be a babysitter....
  
 24/7, taking care of the household, the children.  Never allowed to go out.  I was their slave.
     
  
My trafficker beat me so hard I lost the hearing in my left ear.
  
However long it would take.... I knew I had to be smarter than them to survive this prison.
  
The contract was worthless. They took our passports and  told us as illegals we had no rights.
     
  
I remember every client, every face.  It is like a horror movie.
  
brothel, escape, sex trafficking, danger, desperation, falling, freedom
  
They sell you llike a product.  We girls were just part of the menu.
     
  
He forced me to sleep with men who refused to use a condom. They pay more.
  
He saw the pain in my eyes.  He helped me escape.
  
When he forced me in the water, it burned.  I was 13, screaming, cryiing, begging him....
     
  
I was so happy to see the police.  Then I panicked.  Can I trust them?  Can I tell them my story?
  
With this picture I reverse the voodoo onto my trafficker.  I am not afraid anymore.
  
He locked me in a container for three weeks.  Nobody noticed.
     
  
We provide cheap food.  Without fair prices, will there ever be fair working conditions?
  
It is all about money.  If I stop making the transfers, she will hire someone to harm my family.
  
This is my so-called debt -- 50,000 euros.  How can I ever get free?
     
  
It took me years to remove that mask. Finally I found myself again.
  
Do you recognize the signs?