Flavours of Slavery

Imagine your neighbour kept a Thai teenager locked in a little space underneath the stairs. This boy prepared shrimp rings, peeled garlics, prepared clams for soup by opening thousands of tiny shells… Your neighbour paid this boy 5 cents an hour. Out of that he had to pay for his food and lodging. You might call your neighbour a slaveowner. Yet what if they kept the boy on the other side of town in a rented garage? What if they kept the boy in a slum in Thailand? Whether it is slavery does not depend on the slave’s GPS (Global Positioning System) coordinates.

~ Roedy (1948-02-04 age:69)