Drug dealers, prostitutes, thieves, addicts, homeless, family people, believers… good people, bad people… we like to call people by names in order to judge them and live our life easier.
Most of the time we judge them so easily, and form our opinion about them „as we go“ without too many thoughts. It is easier like that. We see people doing something and think it is because of how they are. We often do not consider all the things that make them do what they do.
We see something, give that a name and that’s it. Sometimes there is much more behind it. Someone who is bad might just have had circumstances in life that being like that is only thing that made sense for that person. Yes their whole way of thinking might be “wrong” or he might not act bad because he is bad but because his kids are dying. People simply judge too fast.
Not to mention that when SHTF it is dangerous to call people and sort them on easy and fast way, it can led us to form wrong opinion, which can lead to lot of bad things. I learned to not judge people right away. Future friend might behave terrible the first time and future enemy might be very nice to you.
I want to say this before writing about type of real survivalist that I write about today. You encounter slaves or servants in a long term survival situation because even they go very different way from brave fighter… they are real survivalists and just make things work.
Many lone fighters died and many servants suffered but survived. Yes its not like movie.
Lady who was my colleague before SHTF lived with husband and two kids, she was in her 30ies, very nice and easy person to work with. She was my friend and we shared lot of the great moments at job. I never see or heard anything bad about her. I knew her husband, I knew her kids…
When SHTF I lost contact with her in all that chaos, and to be honest I completely forget about her, I had more important things to worry about.
Few months later on my trip that almost killed me out of town over the mountains to obtain some stuff we needed (I speak more about this trip in my course) I had opportunity to meet her again.
We already passed most dangerous parts of trip, mines, mountains, woods and no man’s land and came into small part of territory controlled by one of the numerous militias, loosely tied to bigger (again numerous) fractions.
Guys did not give us any problems, other than very short checking who we are and where we are going.
We already payed for passage to „guy who knows guy“ so everything went smooth. We make small rest in one of the shacks and drink hot „tea“. Actually exact description would be „hot dirty melted snow, with added alcohol“.
Then I saw her, my ex colleague.
If I learned anything since SHTF that was fact that you need to hide your feelings and body language until you figure out what is actually really going on.
So I did not say anything to her, and I acted like I do not know her, even I wanted very hard to jump, hug her and ask about anything, about her, her family etc.
She put some rice on table, and more alcohol in front of one of group member. She was one woman in a group of some 30 men, who were armed, wasted and pretty dangerous. Most of them did not know too much about literature but they know enough about violence.
She did not look like prisoner, and also she did not look scared or beaten. She also did not or did not want to recognize me.
Anyway some half hour later one of the man from the group offer me her, for some price, explaining me that „she is the property of leader, but also if anybody is willing to pay she can belong to anyone for half hour“.
Now if all of that was movie, probably you would expect from me to shoot all of them and save her, so we can ride into the sunset.
But it was not movie, and I could get maybe three of them down before someone blow my head and take my boots and rifle. And even if I could save her she would probably tell me that she do not want to be saved.
We went through that piece of land without any problems, and I did not see her again, ever. And no I did not pay price and bought her for half hour, and I did not try to start conversation with her.
Later i found out whole story.
When SHTF people did lot of different things in order to survive. She become mistress of one of the small group leaders, and also prostitute of that group.
She was not prisoner, well not obvious, but you also need to understand that if she leave that group she and her family would lose protection, and steady income of goods. And kids needed to eat something.
I do not know what husband think about all that (he was a bit of weak guy before SHTF), but rumors were that he agreed with that, in order to survive everything. So it lasted like that for months. And they survived. So is that good or bad? Its nothing. Its survival. Blame her husband? No.. because they survived. If he would have become fighter he might have died and with him his family.
This does not mean people should let their wifes become prostitutes (there were male prostitutes too by the way). Everyone makes own decisions and later you always know better. Again here comes in not judging.
Of course when peace and normal life came they just could not stand to live here, not after everything. So they choose to emigrate. As I heard they are living somewhere in South America under different names.
Here is some more background to that.
Prostitution here was something different than in other countries, and before SHTF you should be member of very rich and higher class of society or higher ranks of political elite to be able to get into the contact with one. It was illegal and also it was traditionally very „wrong“.
So, prostitution was rare. To be known prostitute was rare. To be normal family woman and become prostitute was unbelievable and almost impossible.
When SHTF lots of things changed. There were prostitutes all around, not to mention women who were held as some kind of half slaves. Their position was not always same, so some of them were not more then slaves, other one were almost powerful as a gang leaders who they belonged to. There were also men who were just mascots or servants for more powerful people but overall this was more common way for woman to survive.
Not all woman were prostitutes of course, just like men they all choose how to survive, some were prostitutes, other were more dangerous with rifle than lot of men. But most of them choose just to stay home with family and do care about kids. It was not something like – they need to do that – it was just they did what they did best and what was needed, just like most of the folks in that period…
That woman I spoke about was much closer to equal gang member, than to slave. They did not force her to prostitution, actually she belonged to the group leader, but also she sell herself for goods, some of that she keep for herself and family and some go to members of gang. It was her “trade” when other men risked their life she overcome her dignity (not sure if that is right word) and did that.
She had protection and food, also her family home had some kind of protection from that group and also food and other things.
She was there mainly for the fun of the group leader, sometimes other members and customers when she wanted.
They survived, we can now judge them and talk what everyone of us could do in their situation but we should not. This is maybe also lesson for normal times.
I work since years in emergency service and see daily people living at borders of normal society or even far from that borders in a different very dark and nasty world.
Its not that all of them are bad but sometimes in life you have to do what you have to do even if it makes only sense for you at that moment. It is not excuse but it helps to remember that when your existence is under threat you might do very different things too.
I’m sure only very few (maybe sexually very open people) really plan on going that way when SHTF. Since I wrote now about 3 types or real survivalists. What role do you see yourself in? What role do you plan for?