The White Umbrella: Walking with Survivors of Sex Trafficking

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Sex trafficking. We hear about it on the nightly news and in special interest stories from around the world, but it occurs daily in communities all around us. Every year, thousands of young women are forced into sexual exploitation. Most are under the age of 18. The damage this causes to their emotions and souls is immeasurable, but they are not without hope.

The White Umbrella tells stories of survivors as well as those who came alongside to help them to recovery. It describes...

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Sex trafficking. We hear about it on the nightly news and in special interest stories from around the world, but it occurs daily in communities all around us. Every year, thousands of young women are forced into sexual exploitation. Most are under the age of 18. The damage this causes to their emotions and souls is immeasurable, but they are not without hope.

The White Umbrella tells stories of survivors as well as those who came alongside to help them to recovery. It describes the pain and the strength of these young women and those who held the "white umbrella" of protection and purity over them on the road to restoration.

This book offers principles and guidance to anyone with a heart for these hurting young women and a desire to help. It is an ideal resource for individuals or organizations seeking to learn what they can do to assist these victims in becoming whole again.

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What People Are Saying

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The White Umbrella will break your heart and inspire you to do something. Mary Frances Bowley is a modern day crusader and we view Wellspring Living as a strategic ministry partner.

-Andy Stanley, senior pastor, North Point Ministries

Too often followers of Jesus live as if they are casually unaware of the horrors of local and global sex trafficking. Our natural tendency is to be at ease within the walls of our churches, and we desperately need to be reminded of the brokenness that surrounds us every day. The White Umbrella wakes us to the urgent call for true gospel ministry to the innocent victims of this wickedness. Read and learn how to love these girls to restoration through the transforming power of Jesus Christ.

-Dr. Johnny M. Hunt, president, Southern Baptist Convention 2009-2010

In The White Umbrella Mary Frances Bowley brings names and stories to these shocking statistics. Her work with Wellspring Living has helped hundreds and inspired thousands to join the global movement of providing hope and restoration for those who have been freed from the oppression of modern day slavery. Read this book. Be inspired and DO SOMETHING NOW.

-Bryson Vogeltanz, pastor of Global Engagement, Passion City Church/Passion Conferences

Mary Frances is a person who leads by doing. Her stories are rooted in the hard work of changing lives from sexually exploited to fully dignified individuals. I have seen her work firsthand and will forever be imprinted by this beautiful place of restoration. If you read this book, you will be learning from a national leader fighting for the dignity of women.

-Jeff Shinabarger, founder and creative director of Plywood People

The White Umbrella is a work of God's grace, just as each one of us is a work of God's grace. As you mull over these pages, I pray these writings inspire and mobilize you to rescue the perishing and care for the dying. That's exactly what these words did to Mary Frances when she decided to spend her life pouring into these young women . . . because they matter to Jesus.

-Boyd Bailey, CEO of Ministry Ventures and president of Wisdom Hunters

The White Umbrella is an important book to read. It's a necessary book to read. But at times, it's not an easy book to read. The real-life stories in here will break your heart but it will also move you to do something. This is what happened to my friend Mary Frances Bowley. These stories broke her heart and caused her to act by starting the incredible work of Wellspring Living. It's not a coincidence this book is now in your hands. Mary Frances and Wellspring needs your help, and the best next step is for you to simply read The White Umbrella. But be prepared; no one can read this book and remain unmoved. Perhaps that's why you now have it in your hands.

Jeff Henderson, lead pastor, Gwinnett Church, North Point Ministries 

Finally, a book that articulates how the community of faith can move from empathy and sorrow for the soul victimized by abuse to a compassionate response to stand and serve confidently in their healing and spiritual transformation.

-Karen Loritts, speaker, author, former board member at Wellspring Living

Perhaps you know statistics of sexual exploitation, and if so, you likely can assume some of the sadness and horror. But you may never have heard actual stories of victims who have gone beyond the trauma into healing. You need to know these stories.

The White Umbrella will tell stories of trafficked women, but will also explain what happens practically in their very complex process of healing. You will learn how brain development is affected by trauma. You will be able to clearly see how recovery and healing always must come within the context of relationship and how that can happen. This is a book of profoundhope.

With the rise in awareness of trafficking, it is easy to immediately feel a strong sense of justice yet not know how next to respond. White Umbrella describes multifaceted ways to practically respond. You can do something.

If God has drawn you to care for victims of sexual exploitation this book is a first must-read.

-Pamela MacRae, assistant professor of Pastoral Studies, Moody Bible Institute


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780802408594
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/1/2012
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 345,892
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.40 (d)

Meet the Author

MARY FRANCES BOWLEY is the President and Founder of Wellspring Living, an organization fighting childhood sexual abuse and exploitation since 2001. She has been a leader in bringing the fight against child sex-trafficking to Atlanta and is a founding member of the Governor's Task Force for CSEC Victims. Bowley was appointed to the Governor's Commission on Domestic Violence in 2010. Bowley has also received the Martin Luther King Community Service Award, the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR) Community Service Award, the Soroptimist Ruby Award, the DDG Lifetime Achievement Award, and partner with PASSION Conferences. Recently, the White House Blue Campaign called on Bowley to share her expertise with a variety of leaders interested in the issue of the sexual exploitation of children. She is the author of A League of Dangerous Women. Bowley is married to her best friend, Dick, and has 2 sons and 2 grandsons. Bowley currently resides in Peachtree City, GA.
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The White Umbrella

Walking with Survivors of Sex Trafficking

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2012 Wellspring Living
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8024-0859-4

Chapter One

Her Story

What goes on in the mind of a child who has suffered abuse and abandonment? How is she enticed into the sleazy sphere of sex trafficking? How does she survive? How can we reach out to her? Shelia's story is our first glimpse into that world.

As hard as I try, I can't forget that first night. I was seven years old. I'd put on my Princess Ariel pajamas and brushed my teeth. I'd climbed into bed with my white stuffed pony, the one I always slept with, the one my dad had given me two years before when my parents split up. I knew my mom wouldn't come to say good night because she was on a business trip. So it didn't surprise me when Brad, my stepdad, came to my room instead.

But I was surprised, and scared, when he turned off the light and crawled under the covers with me. "Shelia, we're going to play a game," he said.

Only it wasn't a game.

Brad began touching me in places he wasn't supposed to touch. I didn't understand what was happening. I was confused and too scared to say anything. Brad was so much bigger than me, and he had a temper.

When he finished, he made me promise to not tell anyone about our "game." If I did, he said, he'd hurt my mom and Sarah, my little sister. I believed him.

For the rest of my elementary school years and into middle school, the game continued. The only way I got through those nights was to think about something else. It only happened when my mom was gone or out of town. She never suspected a thing.

Outside of my home, I lived a normal life. I made good grades, played sports, and had a few close friends. But on the inside, I felt dirty and worthless. I felt like I needed to hide. Sometimes I wanted to die.

If anyone had paid attention, they might have noticed how the light in my face had been extinguished. I never laughed and rarely smiled. I swayed back and forth between screaming inside for attention and help, and not wanting to be known at all. How would I know if a person was safe? How could I ever trust again? Mom was gone a lot, and even when she was home, she fought with Brad most of the time. She didn't seem to have much energy for me.

By the time I was twelve years old, the chaos and pain were too much. I couldn't take it anymore. I was sure there had to be something better outside the walls of my home. I was worried about Sarah, but I had to get away from Brad. I thought I could find someone who would care for me, someone who saw value in me. I ran away.

The Nicest Man

Suddenly, I was None. I had no food and no place to sleep. But it wasn't long before I met the nicest man. He bought me a cheeseburger at McDonald's. I was so hungry I ate three of them.

The man's name was Michael. He wore a heavy jacket and a blue stocking cap. He was a big man, but he had a soft voice, not like Brad's at all. "Shelia, you don't seem like the other girls I see on that street," he said. "You're pretty and you seem really smart. How did you end up out here?"

Before I knew it, I was telling Michael everything about me. I'd finally met someone I could open up to, someone who understood me. He seemed to know that I needed someone like him to take care of me. He offered a place to stay. I couldn't believe it. I actually had someone I could trust to help me. I didn't have to stay silent and scared anymore.

Michael took me to a fancy townhome. There were seven other girls my age there. I thought, This is like a boarding place for girls who need help. I never noticed that the doors were bolted from the outside.

Around 10 p.m., Michael said he and the other girls needed to go out for a while. He told me to make myself at home. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sat down to watch TV. It felt great to be alone and safe.

About thirty minutes later, the front door opened. Three men staggered in, laughing. "Well, hi there, honey," one said. His words were friendly, but his voice was not. These men made me nervous. Something didn't seem right.

My instinct was correct. Ali of a sudden, one of the men grabbed me by the arm and roughly steered me into a bedroom. Before I knew what was happening, they pushed me onto the bed and held me down. They pulled my clothes off. Then they raped me repeatedly.

A few minutes later, I was alone and shaking. What is happening to me? I thought. This can't be real. Finally, I got the courage to get my clothes on and start moving. I had to get out of there, get back to the streets. But when I tried to open the door, nothing happened. I realized it was locked from the other side.

I was trapped.

An Unending Circus

When Michael returned later, it was as if the night had turned him into a different person. It turned out he wasn't nice at all. He told me that I would have to "earn my keep," that this was the way it worked in his world. He would take me to a place, and I would service every man who walked into the room. My life was spinning out of control.

The next night, Michael put me and the seven other girls into a van. Sure enough, he dropped each girl off at a different place. I noticed that each time a girl entered a house or apartment, a man stood guard just outside the door.

I was the last one to be left. The apartment was dark and smelled of sweat and smoke. In just a few minutes, a man entered, and I did what he said. I had no choice. The scene was repeated again and again. I don't even know how many men came in that night. The only way I could endure the pain was by thinking about something else, just like I did with Brad. At the end of the night, which was actually morning, Michael picked me up. He said I'd done well, that I'd brought in a thousand dollars. I was relieved. Maybe, I thought, this would be the only time I'd have to live through a nightmare like this.

I was wrong. The next night it was the same scenario, and the night after that, and the night after that. The circus was unending. Most of the time, I had little to eat. To make sure we were "productive," Michael put drugs in our drinks. The drugs made us stay awake for days at a time. It all seemed to go on forever. Nights turned into weeks, weeks into months.

About five months later, on a Tuesday night, I was dropped off at a different apartment. I went in and began to prepare myself to separate my mind from what was about to happen. There was a knock on the door. It was Sanchez, the man who always stood guard to make sure I didn't run away.

"Our first customer is late," he said.

Suddenly I was alone at the apartment. In the early days, I'd fantasized many times about escaping, but there had always been someone watching. Besides, where would I go? Michael and Sanchez would find me and probably kill me. Before long I'd given up hope of ever getting away.

But now, unexpectedly, there was a chance. I checked the locks in the apartment, barely daring to hope, when I discovered the bathroom window was unlocked. I remembered seeing a fire station a couple of blocks away from the apartment. It hadn't meant anything then, but now I wondered. Could I really do it? Would they be able to protect me? Could I get there without being seen?

I climbed on the toilet and was able to squeeze through the window. My heart hammered so loud I was sure someone would hear or see me. My fear mounting with each step, I found myself walking to the entrance of the complex and into the street.

Once I reached the sidewalk, I broke into a run. It was the longest two blocks I'd ever covered. Finally, though, I reached the firehouse and pounded on the door. When a man in a blue fire department uniform answered, I burst into tears.

"Please help me!" I cried.

I don't know exactly what I expected, but the "help" they provided wasn't what I'd hoped for. I ended up spending that night at a youth detention center. I remember walking into a cold, dark place with bars all around. Concrete walls and grey concrete floors surrounded me. After I was "processed," I was taken to my room. It was so small. The bed was made of metal and had a thin, green, plastic cushion. There was a metal chair and metal sink and metal toilet and metal mirror. I was alone again, in the dark. My life had gone from bad to worse.

Is This What Love Feels Like?

After being in jail for about five days, a lady came to "evaluate" me. She asked a lot of questions. She told me that what had happened to me wasn't my fault, and that I could go to a home where I would be safe, go to school, and get counseling. I thought, I wasn't born yesterday. Everyone who's said they have something good for me has only used me.

After the woman left, I continued to think about what she said. Even though I didn't want to take the chance on going somewhere new, I didn't want to stay in jail. What if I got out? Michael would surely find me. These last few days were the first I'd slept and eaten in a long time. The more I thought about my options, the more I thought maybe I should try this place.

So that Friday I was taken to the home and introduced to the staff. They seemed nice, but I kept up my guard. I would have my own room and bathroom. The rooms were nice, but so was the first townhome my trafficker took me to. Could I trust them?

That first month, I resisted everyone's attempts to reach out to me. I'm glad they didn't push themselves on me, but gave me room to get to know them and get comfortable in my new setting.

One thing that surprised me was that they worked hard to determine my past school credits and helped me create a plan to catch up on all I'd missed by being out of school for months. I found out later that they did this for each girl in the home. Each girl gets to choose what subjects she wants to work on and the teachers and volunteers help everyone stay on track.

Soon I met Becky, my counselor. She began to help me talk through everything that had happened to me. She helped me understand what I was truly created for. She believed that I was a person of value. In fact, everyone there seemed to think I was a great person. No one had ever had confidence in me. No one had ever been so patient with me. I had never known anyone who would do something for me without asking for something in return. It was like a dream.

Before long I was again excelling in school. I began to think there might be something to this program.

I kept waiting for things to change for the worse, like they always had in my life. But day after day, I encountered people who seemed to really care about me and believe in me. It wasn't just the staff. There were so many volunteers who came in each day either to help me with my classes or teach me something cool or help me dream about a career or maybe college someday.

Is this what love feels like? I wondered.

I pondered this question a lot. I knew there was something unusual about these people. They were different from any people I'd ever met. They all seemed to believe in God, but they didn't use a lot of "churchy" words. They just cared for me whether I was in a good mood or not, whether I made an A on a test or not, and whether I responded to their love or not. I hadn't thought much about God before. I didn't know if I believed in Him. But I started thinking it might be time to find out.


Excerpted from The White Umbrella by MARY FRANCES BOWLEY Copyright © 2012 by Wellspring Living. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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Table of Contents

1. Her Story
2. They're Still Little Girls
3. We All Can Do Something
4. Her Battle
5. She Heals at Her Own Pace
6. Peeling Back the Layers

7. Her Fight for Justice

8. My Story

9. Healing Comes Full Circle

10. We Must Build Trust

11. We Must Do Whatever It Takes

12. We Will Face Obstacles

13. We Become Her Community

14. We Can Be Creative

15. Pray for Her

16. Believe for Her

17. Stand for Her

Epilogue: the Roller Coaster Ride to Redemption

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2013

    AMAZING book. Opened my eyes even more to the incomprehensible p

    AMAZING book. Opened my eyes even more to the incomprehensible problem of modern day slavery that is happening right under our noses...more slaves now than in any other time in history. Also, opened my eyes to the fact that 1 in 4 girls is sexually abused before 17 years old. Those are only the reported cases, so I am thinking it is probably more like 50% of all girls. As a future school counselor, this book is filled with practical clinical application, as well as stories of hope that encourage you to ACT. TODAY.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2013

    Amazing and Eye Opening Book.Highly Recommend it to anyone! Wond

    Amazing and Eye Opening Book.Highly Recommend it to anyone! Wonderful cause

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 22, 2013

    As someone who is involved with survivors who have been traffick

    As someone who is involved with survivors who have been trafficked and/or abused I really liked this book as a way to inform people about the need to for help and to share the hope that is being offered to many young women. I think anyone would benefit from reading this book. I don't think you can read this book and not be moved to do something to help.

    Mary Frances Bowley runs Wellspring Living, a ministry that helps girls that have either chosen to leave the trafficking life or were forced to leave.

    The book is full of stories from people who work with Wellspring Ministry or from the girls who have been through, or are going through, the program. This book offers hope and gives you ways you can help too.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 16, 2013

    Excellent book!

    Excellent book!

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