Human Trafficking? In A Senior Residence?


This is too much. A meeting with Joan who has no last name – in a senior residence building about human trafficking? The signs are everywhere. Even in the stairwells.

What’s happening? Are human traffickers trying to recruit and enslave old people? For what pray tell? Do I dare ask? Or maybe that question is best kept to myself.

Are the cops not telling us that certain individual residents are going to be kidnapped from our building and sold into Senior Slavery?

How will they get in? Oh right, by men with kids wearing white knit caps waiting for somebody to let them in.

As an aside: I rarely worry about some scummy looking, dirty, ungroomed person trying to get into the building. It’s the well-groomed, clean ones doing manipulative tricks that concern me.

The flyer|poster has National Church Residences letterhead. So this isn’t a resident working on a pet project or cause that they want to share with other residents for the purpose of their edification.

Joan doesn’t have a last name, so no I’m not going to this meeting. Maybe Joan is the recruiter. The whole arrangement sounds suspicious. Posters in all the stairwells? Who takes the stairs, except me – for exercise instead of using the stairmaster at the club?

Guess I should stay out of the stairwells. Shoot! Just when I was finding my mountain climbing groove, somebody wants to kidnap me?

How about a seminar on weight reduction, exercise and how the food we eat can heal us better than the medicines we take?

Eliza Jennings (Choices For Aging Well), who has a monopoly on the building as far as I can see, won’t like that. They even advertise this place as offering hospice services. When people come in they’re walking on two legs. After six months they get a walker with a seat, then in a year, they’re in a motorized wheelchair and they all get fat. Then they start losing their legs via amputation. It’s a pattern I’ve witnessed for eight years. Then they die. There are a lot of deaths and not many success stories in this building.

There’s a podiatrist across the street that’s gifted in my opinion. Nobody will go to him. They feel like they have to go to Eliza Jennings’ people. Eliza comes to them. The gifted podiatrist is practically next door plus he’s great with all people, not just old. Frankly I met one of Eliza’s people a couple of years ago. He was a podiatrist. Not good. At all. He wouldn’t come out unless I could get three or four other residents to join me so he could sell orthopedic shoes to all of us. He basically wanted me to recruit customers for him – for free.

If they get too many more wheelchairs there are going to be traffic jams that will need to be managed by someone. Oh. Eliza already thought of that. Wheelchair Etiquette is what it will be called. People will be assigned by floors the times they can go down to get their mail.

It’s already clogged with wheelchairs and walkers when the mail person comes. Of course these rules will apply to people not in wheelchairs, just so it doesn’t look like the ones walking without assistance are getting preferential treatment. Then it becomes collective punishment, that they will vehemently deny as they question your compassion for the others who can’t walk. You’ll be shunned by everyone and forced to move to another location where you will learn your lesson to obey and not question the rules.

But Eliza brings pizza. Anybody who wants in, uses cheap unhealthy food to lure residents into attending their seminars. What an insult. Maybe Eliza is behind the human trafficking.

“Lure treats” are always greasy, salty and/or sweet. Beverages are sweet too. With all the diabetics in the building, the soda machine has one sleeve of diet coke. Everything else is laden with sugar. Maybe there’s one diet ginger ale. But no juice, no healthy selection. Who wants apple juice? No one. I’ve talked to the soda machine guy three times already and it went nowhere.

That’s when I take it to the world – when people patronize me because I’m old.

New, exciting, that’s what we want. Taste good too, that’s what we want. Stop with the old stuff, offering me my grandmother’s recipes in your newsletter – loaded with fat, salt and sugar.

Yeah, Eliza Jennings is into human trafficking –  senior residents kidnapped and sold into Senior Slavery. That’s what it feels like.

Independent Living?  If you want to live like your grandmother lived – or your great grandfather. Who really wants that??

Wednesday @ 2:00 in the Large Community Room. I’m assuming that means 07-19-2017.


By Sharon Lee Davies-Tight

Till now and forever © by Sharon Lee Davies-Tight, artist, author, animal-free chef, activist. It's free to share with proper credit, not to own and/or share as your own. THINK HAPPY!

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