Monday, November 8, 2010

People With No Names - The Undocumented #36

This Mexican immigrant is working in a greenhouse in the Pacific Northwest. It wasn't until I really looked at the image that I realized that the struts from the greenhouse were casting the cross-shaped shadow across his chest. I think the figure looks as if he is "bound" or "shackled". I think he is, and I think I am too. We are both tied to a system that thrives on cheap labor producing lots of cheap goods...a system that literally disregards individual human well-being. As long as I consume with disregard for where and how my goods come to me, I am as culpable as anyone for the value and quality of this man's life.

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