Remember what that very first performance felt like to watch?
Stage entrance right. Pose. Music starts. I watch
She shimmies, she lifts her hands, her arms. She turns her head, looks at the audience and pivots. She steps out – each part of her own personal routine is carefully played out. She created it herself. She slips and falls, picks herself up and carries on like a professional. Confidence is there. Her pretty smile beams out like a torch. Her beautiful eyes twinkle in the lights.
It makes me angry that in 2016 another sex worker was killed in Christchurch. Actually it makes me more than angry. It makes me rage. This is the fourth sex worker murdered following being picked up at their place of employment, or in the course of their employment, in Christchurch in less than 12 years.
If this were another industry, say she was a Doctor, and someone came to her place of work and murdered her, there would be a huge outcry about violence against doctors. Questions would be asked as to why the hospital work place is no longer safe. There would be inquiries regarding how this could happen to someone in a care-giving profession. Perhaps security would be increased to make other doctors feel safe. Doctors throughout the country would have rallied around the victim.
But she wasn’t a doctor. She was a beautiful woman whose place of work was just down the road from my office. Apart from outcries concerning the publicity around her employment, I haven’t heard much foot stomping. I have heard nothing from the burlesque community.
But why should we as a community care? Why should it be our business if a street-based sex worker in Christchurch is murdered? I guess this is where I would turn around and ask you why aren’t we enraged at this murder? Why shouldn’t we be demanding that society places importance on the safety of ALL its workers? No person should be murdered in their workplace, regardless of occupation.