260 Souls Lost

So what was the final death toll up in Boston? Three was the last I saw, and, of course, 144 wounded, some terribly wounded. At the Texas factory, the death toll has risen to 15 with 200 injured. Back to back tragedies here. But did you see the news yesterday about the 260 killed by the collapse of a clothing sweat shop outside Dhaka, Bangladesh, with over 1000 injured? (At least those are the last numbers I have seen…there is quite a variation out there.) After the building had been ordered evacuated as unsafe the day before. The workers were ordered back in by the owners the next day, told to ignore the cracks. The same owners who are now in hiding.

“The resulting catastrophe is the latest to befall Bangladesh’s accident-prone garment industry, which employs more than 4 million people — most of them women — but regularly comes under scrutiny for its slipshod safety standards.” (http://myfox8.com/2013/04/25/nearly-200-killed-in-collapse-of-clothing-factory-in-bangladesh/)FOUR MILLION PEOPLE!! In “slipshod safety standards.” And an “accident-prone garment industry.” I like finding bargains as much as the next person, but events such as this should give us all pause, especially in a time when we can find fair trade articles if we look for them. We say that at least they have a job, but it isn't a job that really enables people to get ahead in life. It is more like slavery at subsistence wages. I would be remiss NOT to tell you that I got to see first hand that there are people working to help these women and their families have a chance at a better life. Education in the most rural of areas. Job skill training and self employ opportunities, as well as nutrition and agricultural guidance are among the things a few people are doing to make a difference in the lives of regular people. It is a wonderful alternative to dangerous sweatshops that keep their workers in abject poverty. You might consider supporting such groups, by making fair trade purchases and supporting groups that are working to improve conditions.In Dhaka I saw toddlers playing in the dirty gutter with discarded video tape as their toys. I saw individuals sleeping on pushcarts or three wheeled bikes, apparently the only beds they have. I saw inner city and rural women, bound in poverty, but finding a way out through the training they were receiving.
