Just because good things transpire from ugly and dark agendas, doesn't mean we ignore the evil and often greedy intentions behind encounters. This research was done through my personal observation in the Indian community of hindu converts to christianity. This blog is not going to be examples of everyone I have observed rather the most recent encounter with what I would call modern day human trafficking. With the upcoming IT jobs available across the globe, so are cropping up recruiting agencies. These agencies get big money for every "human" they are able to successfully place in especially high paying jobs. In America, Indians are known as the top recruits for the Industrial Technology Firms.
The other industry that I am going to tie into this business is the American Evangelical industry. They recruited salespeople to go across the globe and convert people to christianity. Many of their sales people then brought several of their favorite converts back to America, where "allegedly" they would find freedom. It is not that they were looking for personal freedom rather like anyone else these converts were looking for financial opportunity. I saw many desperate seekers at these christian rallys back in India. Conversion was by the masses, but not many of them got their ticket to America, as there were a lot more checks and balances to that conversion.
This leads me now into the title of my blog. Manoj was one of those Hindu converts. He proudly sold his religion of Hinduism down the line and touted his new found freedom through Christianity and all the financial blessings that came his way since then. He was one who had begun the venture in establishing a recruiting firm for IT companies in America. He and his family had found their way to America. They were relishing their life in the Christian circle and quickly formed Indian Christian circles. They were also relishing their life in the hub of the wealthiest cities of America. My husband and I met him in one of these cities and with an invitation to one of his home grown Indian bible study groups. We would hear his stories over the years of how God saved him and how he waited for his wife to also find this Christian God.
This God helped him create his now lucrative IT recruiting firms. One of those recruits was my husband. My husband was familiar with technology but not to the extent of the IT trained Indian technologists. But Manoj had recognized him to be an easy going and in need of a job human being at the time he tapped him for his firm. He was very pleasant at the time of recruiting: promising my husband, he would take care of all his needs: from the start of hire process to the finish. He would then take him under his wings once he was hired he promised. He did just that. Tailored his resume to fit the position, trained him in the interview process, and once he landed the position equipped him with a decent salary with limited benefits. Nonetheless for a person in a desperate position with no income and family to feed, this was manna from heaven.
However, as soon as he got the job and started working under Manoj the emotional "abuse" began. I need your wife to step up to the plate he commanded and start looking for schools and homes for you and your daughter. Manoj was well aware I had just returned from India just a month prior after burying my mother. William, I need you to study harder, think smarter and don't let it be known that you are not aware of all the IT language. The pressure was mounting on my spouse, who was taking it out on me and our daughter. On this December evening Manoj invites us to his daughter's christmas piano recital. I don't want to go I told my spouse as this christmas is too difficult since mamma loved christmas. Just go for his daughter. Okay, I mentioned and sat through his daughter's recital. Then I stepped outside for fresh air. I meandered over to the refreshment stand and sat sipping the tropical punch. Along comes Manoj and my spouse. I let him know his daughter played beautifully. Manoj thanked me but chose that evening once again to chastise me into getting out there to begin the search in order to help William. As tears began rolling down my cheek, Manoj never took a moment to ask, but quickly excused himself and walked away. He had met my mother in person in his home in California. She and my father had led one of his home bible studies. Not once, however, did he ask about my father or how we were coping.
The next few weeks as the pressure was visibly mounting on my spouse, I asked him what was going on. He told me Manoj was putting the fire under him to learn faster or he would lose his job. That is when I had had enough. I picked up the phone and called Manoj. He answered, hey listen I said. You maybe able to bully my husband but you can not bully me. I just buried my mother, I surrendered my lucrative job in California and now you have no empathy for William, me or my family, what is going on with you. If you don't start being kinder to William I will return to California, take my job back and take William with me. Alright he quickly said. I was just trying to help William by putting some fire under his feet. That fire Manoj, I continued is going to be the death of him and our peace. I wondered back then why he had quickly backed down. I thought it was my tough stance. Hindsight is 2020 but hind sight also needed research and evaluation. Today I realize Manoj hadn't earned his full commission on William, so he realized he didn't want to lose that income, and hence backed down. For every level up my husband climbed in this industry, Manoj's commision would go higher. Fortunately for us, Manoj was transferred to another department and William got a kinder and more compassionate supervisor, thus lending him the room he needed to breathe and grow.
Manoj is not an isolated case of Indian Christian converts using their new found religion to abuse the system, the faith, and human beings. We need to not be blind to what modern day human trafficking is and be okay to speak out or blow the whistle. It wasn't my spouse who was at fault for taking the job, rather he was the victim of human trafficking, and we became the the pawns of this game. William was not the only one he enslaved and held ransom to the is game of money and control. Hopefully by my speaking out, I can crack open the door to this den of trafficked humans.