It’s Anti-Slavery Day in the UK and I am the Grinch.
Around this time each year the UK anti-trafficking community gathers to congratulate each other, celebrating a job well done while noting in prepared remarks that there is still so much to do. So sad. Shake hands, exchange business cards. Drink a last glass of free wine. See you next time.
This year I’m crashing the party to steal away the festive cheer. Why? Desperation. We so desperately need greater political imagination from the UK’s anti-trafficking establishment than what’s currently on display.
