That night I couldn’t sleep. Images of humans displayed like animals in a pet store window haunted me.
When I was nineteen, while traveling through Europe, our tour bus stopped at the Red Light Windows of Amsterdam. As I stood in the middle of the district, window after window displayed women perched on chairs—selling their bodies. Next to each window was a door; a steady stream of men flowed in and out of each door.
I didn’t know that during my trip—the enormous abuse and degradation of women I had witnessed would grow into an ArtPrize art installation one day to help raise awareness for the children who are sex trafficked in Amsterdam or Thailand or even Grand Rapids.