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Old men with a lot of money say selling children for sex is fun and profitable!

Carl Ferrer, CEO of Backpage. He was arrested in the fall of
2016 on pimping charges. He was not successfully prosecuted.
He now resides in Amsterdam, where prostitution is legal,
which I'm sure makes him feel right at home. 
I realize the title of this post is quite blunt. Trust me, it's much nicer than the ads you'll find online on Craigslist and Backpage. There, you can order up your choice: a 15 year old virgin? Sure! Want to spend some time with a 12 year old dressed in lingerie? No problem.

I know it seems incredible, and the thought of such a thing makes most of us want to turn away. Disgust. Horror. How can this be?

Please watch the movie, "I Am Jane Doe." You'll get a front row seat to the battle that is raging in our courts and on our computers. You'll hear from victims, parents of victims and attorneys fighting to make sure we are not a nation that tolerates the sale of children for the sexual proclivities of adults. You'll even hear from a former pimp who helps law enforcement by educating them about pimps. (I'm sure this man cut a deal with some court. He made my blood run cold.)

Who will you NOT hear from? The old white guys who live in big houses, who may never even touch a computer. But they might as well be printing their own money: they are the owners of these websites.

I am not Jane Doe. I am her mother. I can't believe that 5 years after we got our daughter back (and that was truly by the grace of God!) that we are still having this conversation. Why are we even ENTERTAINING the idea that this is ok?

Watch the documentary. Pray for our children. Call your Senator and Congressperson.

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