--John 17.15
It’s been a week now since that eight story building
collapsed in Bangladesh. As of today we know that over 600 were crushed under
the rubble of that disaster. This does not count the countless number—like our
own Boston—who will be wounded or crippled for the rest of their lives. We’re
told that even though the building and been inspected just days before and
declared unsafe—nothing was done to close the doors and send the hundreds of
workers home.
The ugly facts are beginning to emerge. The New York Times
has reported that there are 4,000 garment factories in that country. There are
3.8 million garment workers and more than $18 billion dollars in apparel
exports from Bangladesh just this past year. We also learned that just six
months before a fire in one of their factories killed 112 people. Safety
conditions were ignored as they are in too many of these plants.
Most of us wear clothing that were made in sweatshops like
these in country after country. I went back to my closet and riffled through
shirts and sweaters and even suits. Almost nothing I touched was made in this
country. The average worker in this crumbled factory was paying its workers
$40.00 a month. Defenders of these manufacturing concerns say that without that
pittance of a salary most of those who worked would go hungry. Better hungry
than dead.
We keep hearing this litany at home about the wonders of the
private sector. Just turn them loose, free us from all these cursed regulations
and our economy would flourish. Have we forgotten the struggles of workers in
our own country to achieve some kind of decent working conditions, some kind of
minimum wage that would be more than a pittance?
I know the whole issue is complicated and I am far from
being an economist. But I do know if we drowned the government in that bathtub
that Grover Norquist keeps talking about we would be in bad trouble. Who says
that big business will look after the common good? We know that many of our
regulations and codes are ridiculous. But if we are honest we also know that
without some restrictions what happened in faraway Bangladesh could come back
to this country. Have we already forgotten our housing crisis which is still
with us?
I do not know the answer to the aching pain in Bangladesh
and the other thousands of sweatshops that keep our goods at reasonable prices.
I do know that we could turn away from all those that will not follow safety
rules that protect workers. Businesses like the Gap and Disney and Walmart and
almost every other company buys their goods from these places where regulation
is almost nonexistent. Maybe these 600 dead will be a wake-up call.
So when you see some politician talk about the private
sector—remember Bangladesh and all our brothers and sisters there are as
important as the children we send off to school every morning. Greed may kill
us yet. Who knows? But maybe, just
maybe we will open our eyes and hearts long enough to change some of our
selfish ways.
I remembered that moving stature of Jesus in the Garden in
Gethsemani Monastery in Kentucky as I read these stories that have come to us
from Bangladesh. That sculptured piece honors an American martyr, Jonathan Daniels
of Boston who was shot down in Alabama in the sixties because of civil rights. Lamb
of God who takes away the sins of the world have mercy on us all.
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