The State-Sanctioned Prostitution
When the Protector Becomes the Predator
Here I am, a woman privileged enough to have a voice, writing about the disgusting spectacle unfolding in our prisons — not in dark corridors, but in broad daylight, with the system’s silent blessing.
You know what infuriates me most?
It’s not the disgusting man who turned freedom into sexual currency. It’s the fact that ALL of us knew this was happening.
The guards knew. The lawyers knew. The judicial system knew. And we still call this “justice.”
Let’s stop pretending this is just an isolated case of a “bad man.” For 10 years — let me repeat that: TEN YEARS — this man operated an unofficial state brothel.
Yes, I’m calling it a brothel because that’s exactly what it was. The only difference is that the State provided the women and legitimized the exploitation through the bail system.
“Washing the car” — that was the code they used. What a sick joke.
As a society, we prefer euphemisms to avoid facing the stark reality: a judicial system official was turning female prisoners into sex slaves. And no, I’m not exaggerating the term.
When you offer “freedom” in exchange for sex to someone who’s imprisoned, that’s not an…