I think there is a bit more to add on to the last post.

Life is more complicated than we sometimes think it is and complex social problems don’t have anywhere near the neat and clean solutions we would like to think they have.

As a prime example, all of Western society seems to believe it knows how to address terrorism, and yet everything nations have typically done has worsened the problem and has also flown in the face of much of the academic research about what we ought to be doing. It might be our solutions make us feel better to imagine and that’s why we think, or that really solving problems is hard. I don’t know. But the fact is most people have only the vaguest of ideas how to really address complex problems, but we persist in thinking we know what to do.

I am imagining people driving down that street and seeing me, as this little child all dressed up in provocative clothes, obviously being trafficked and suddenly being faced with a decision about what to do. And everything they might once have thought would be the right thing to do no longer seems viable, because it was never viable.

What do they do? Nothing. They don’t know what to do, and so they do nothing.

They keep driving.

Later, it’s possible they feel so ashamed they did nothing they avoid thinking about the situation. They never think through what they could still do, because they can’t deal with the discomfort of being abrupty faced with their ineptitude in the face of a complex problem.

Or, they do think about it later, they discuss it with their friends, but they never move past merely processing their own horror. They might return to grasping at simple solutions, or things other people ought to do—what the police should do, what my parents should do, what the neighbours should do. They never progress to that point of thinking, what can I do? Because it’s not their child. They are not personally invested in what happens. I am not the only child in the world in this situation and it’s hard to think about. It’s hard to think about, we don’t like to do hard thinking, and they have their own problems to solve.

And they still never do anything.

That’s why. That’s why I was left on that street corner. It was hard to think about. Too hard. And they felt no personal connection to me. There was nothing to motivate them past the inevitable lethargy of “this is hard to think about.” So they didn’t.

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