This is a very confronting post with a survey that you really need to take. My score is, sadly, far higher than Jane’s at 69. Time to ask some hard questions.
How many slaves work for you?
Was that awkward? Give that question a try the next time you take a friend to coffee and see what happens. Don’t blame me if they never say yes to your coffee invitation again. Not. My Fault.
Here’s the deal. We learned about slavery in elementary school. We all understand it is wrong to own people, force them to work, and keep them from choosing a life of their own no matter how nice the accommodations may be. We understand this because we wouldn’t want it for ourselves. We also know it’s wrong to support slavery. Not one of us would knowingly choose to purchase goods from a slave owner, am I right?
And here in-lies the problem. Our lifestyle in the western, modern, fast-everything, cheaper-by-the-dozen world has an ugly secret. Our lifestyles are built on the backs of slave labor. It is sad and true.
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Ugh! I’m a slave driver! (Thank heavens my kids have left home, which I assume reduces my personal impact. But now I’m worried about how many slaves they have!)
Thanks, Eva, for the link. Intentional Jane now has a new follower. MIAFW has a new subscriber. And Apple and I will be talking soon.
And now to bed, to toss and turn…
So glad you’re coming along to learn and make a difference. This is how slavery ends. When people like us stand up and say, No More.
Yes, another issue to worry about. Excellent.
Ugh. Our number is just gross. Thank you for posting this, time to get our act into gear.
I’m all righteously indignant at the moment but actually doing anything about it is another matter entirely.
Right on. Most of the things we own are old, including clothes, so maybe by never buying anything new, that would actually make our number less. Maybe?
I think it would definitely ameliorate your result. The original purchaser would have taken the brunt?
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