Comment from Carol Sarler in
The Guardian
Sex for sale is the latest target for the handy, one-size-fits-all 'zero
tolerance' approach, as the government plans a national campaign designed to
stick prostitution where the sun don't shine. Home Office Minister Fiona
MacTaggart wants to gee up the police to make more arrests and greater
efforts to close brothels because, she says, 'prostitution blights
communities'.
Actually, it doesn't; if it did, human civilisation would have collapsed
thousands of years ago. No self-respecting libertarian could sensibly
gainsay a man or a woman's fundamental right to charge for sex. I even know
a married couple for whom his paying her is a fixture of their intimate
routine - maybe not your cup of erotica or mine, but the deal is theirs to
make.
I have also met, interviewed and candidly admired a fair few prostitutes. I
especially liked one gal, very top-end, who had coolly calculated it to be
the least toil for the most money, in hours to suit herself, then insisted
upon comparing her wages with mine. When it turned out that my week paid her
afternoon, she genuinely found my career choice mystifying.
And I shall never forget cheery Miss Whiplash, cosy as a buttered scone, who
interrupted delicious tell-tales of famous toffs to pop into the dungeon
next door and tighten a thumbscrew.
Such women are in absolute command of their destinies and Miss MacTaggart
has no business whatsoever to interfere. She would say there is the nastier
end: the girls working the streets to pay for drugs. But she must not
confuse herself here. These girls' problem is not prostitution, it is
addiction. Without one way to earn their fix, they would find another;
anybody who really thinks that hindering commercial access to their genital
parts would cure their habit knows as little about sex as they do about
drugs and, indeed, one fears for their grasp of rock'n'roll.
Where Miss MacTaggart and I might share a concern, however, is not for what
prostitutes do on the streets or at home or in a sauna or massage parlour,
but for how they got there. Did they choose or were they chosen? Were they
already into drugs or deliberately inveigled into the first taste?
In other words, where the state should come in is not by grabbing votes with
promises to smack people just for acting smutty, but by addressing the much
graver issue of coercion. If we left to themselves those who elected to
trade and focused efforts, instead, on rescuing those who do not, then we'd
be clearing up our 'blight'.
How? I hoped you'd ask. For credit where credit is (perhaps surprisingly)
due. Turkey has shown an interesting lead in the protection of human rights
among trafficked women. Six months ago, it set up a well-publicised hotline
for women under sexual duress; since then, 100 women have been rescued from
slavery and 10 trafficking networks have been busted.
The really interesting thing, though, is that three-quarters of the tip-offs
came not from the frightened women but, anonymously, from their clients. It
seems that men do, after all, have a pretty good idea when their 'date' is
unwilling and, in Turkey anyway, also muster some guilt about it.
Miss MacTaggart, at slender cost, could offer British men a shot at it. At
least the potential benefit would be to real victims; both a worthier and a
more realistic project than sweeping away prostitution, in its entirety,
with 'tough measures', 'clamping down' and dear old 'zero tolerance'