Our lives seem normal. Just like in the beginning of the movie, 'The Matrix.' I mean, not great or anything. But fine. We get up every morning and repeat our programmed daily grind. But is this all there is? Is this all life has to offer?
As we take turns pushing her one-year-old brother in his stroller, my daughter asks me why people don't just stay away from bad people, then they won't be trafficked. I tell her that usually the story starts out with hope.
The New York Times exposé of nail salons and their exploitation of immigrant women workers in New York City cannot come as a complete shock. Aspects of it exceed the worst suspicions - not being paid at all for three months' work?
Supply chains for products are hard to keep track of, and if companies aren't investing time, money, and energy in ensuring a clean supply chain, our consumerism continues to support labor exploitation.
During 22 days, four social justice heroes fasted in Washington, D.C., to support immigration reform including a path to citizenship, in the shadow of the very same Congress that refuses to vote on it.
The corporate sector holds prevention in their hands, touching the livelihoods and freedom of millions worldwide. I no longer see products on shelves; I see the many hands that touched them and wonder.