Guest post by Jennifer Slattery
Sweat stings Bertina’s eyes as she toils beneath the hot El Salvadoran sun. The rough bags, loaded with coffee beans, weigh heavy on her sixty pound frame. The muscles in her back and shoulders cramp. She looks first to her parents, then to her brothers and sisters, one of 100 families trudging through the rows, workers ranging from nine to seventy-two. And for what? If she is lucky and moves quickly, her supervisor might add sixty-cents, maybe a dollar, to her parents’ daily wage. Since there are five of them all together, they may leave with nearly four dollars combined–enough to feed their family for yet another day.
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Carlos dodges market shoppers making their way from stall to stall, clutching a shiny coin in his hand. The smells of fried plantains, beans, and rice draw him. He licks his lips, his stomach growling, as he surveys each stall in turn, stopping in front of a collection of cakes soaked in milk, inhaling the sweet scent of cinnamon. Although the moist dessert would go down sweet, it would do little to satisfy his hunger. Tearing himself away, he continues on, relishing the feel of the coin in his hand.
After selecting a chunk of cheese, he continues down the street until he reaches a small strip of stores. He pauses outside the window to watch the customers sipping coffee from ceramic cups, and instinctively rubs his shoulder, remembering the weight of the coffee beans pressed down on his eight-year old spine. He glances to a sign posted on the far wall and reads the prices. For $1.00, more than an entire day’s wage, these people sip a single cup of coffee.
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Heather moves aside to allow a woman with long gray hair pulled back in a loose braid grab a package of coffee. The woman turns the package over in her hand, reading the back, then returns it to the shelf. Heather sighs, planting her hands on her hips, as the woman does this again and again before selecting one with a Fair Trade label.
Nothing the price, Heather rolls her eyes. Who in their right mind would pay $10 for a small package of coffee? She sifts through the coupons in her purse, pulling out a clipping for a dollar off a 39 0z container of coffee. She scans the prices. $5.92. With her coupon, she’ll pay $4.92.
Her daughter, an eight-year-old with almond shaped eyes and rosy cheeks, yanks on Heather’s sleeve. “Momma, can we have cocoa? Please? Please? Please?”
“It’s too expensive. We’re on a budget, remember?”
“But look, this one’s on sale!” She grabs a canister of cocoa and brings it to her mom. “Only $3.50!”
She doesn’t buy cocoa often, and it is a good deal. “Fine. Throw it in the cart.”
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For most of my life, I’ve been a Heather, always looking for the best deal, oblivious to why some products were so much cheaper than others. Never putting two-and-two together, realizing if something was dirt cheap, there probably was a reason.
Then we took a mission trip to El Salvador and I experienced poverty–not, we can’t pay our electric bill this month, but, there’s no electricity or water in the first place. In fact, many families in Central America must walk up to an hour to gather water each day. They work all day beneath the hot sun for what we spend on a newspaper. And according to the International Labor Organization, the total number of child workers around the world could well be in the hundred millions.
Guess who buys their products? Yep, we do. Dirt cheap.
We spend thousands sending our church members overseas to go on mission trips, popping in for a week to build a building, but haggle over an extra $2 at the grocery store.
I think this is largely due to ignorance. I had no idea the coffee and many other items I bought were produced by children enslaved to daily, hand-to-mouth labor.
But now I know and can take steps toward being part of the solution instead of part of the problem. Every time I go to the grocery store, I have a choice–support child labor by letting price dictate, or help create positive change by buying items from companies that treat their workers with respect. Because at the end of the day, money talks and consumers hold all the power.
“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?” (Isaiah 58:6)
Nearly three thousand years ago, through Amos, God called the nation of Israel to quit oppressing the poor–to quit living in luxury while trampling on others. I believe God says the same thing to us today. Quit oppressing the poor by always looking for that best deal. Stop and think of the bent backs that brought those products to us.
Today you have an opportunity to be part of the solution by voting for Jennifer Slattery’s mug shot and helping her win $5,000 for two orphan ministries helping break the poverty cycle. On March 11, she and a handful of women got beautiful for the broken as part of a Mary Kay fundraising event. During this contest, which runs from June 5-15, people are invited to peruse makeover before and after shots then vote for their favorite. If Jennifer’s photo wins, $500 will be given to GoThreads, an organization that creates local jobs in impoverished areas around the world and helps provide school uniforms for orphans. $5,000 will also be donated to the Raining Season, a ministry that educates and cares for orphans in Sierra Leone.As an added incentive, Mary Kay consultant Sharilyne Cochran is giving away a $10 gift card and complimentary makeovers (in person or via Skype) to anyone who votes.
To enter, please vote here then leave a comment back on this post saying you did so.
If you’re interested, check out my post on three considerations for an ethical cup of joe.
Antje says
Hey Jennifer (& Valerie),
it really makes me sad that so few people are aware of these issues. Most people in rich countries still believe that we live in a slavery-free world. Unfortunately, that is very, very far from true.
If you’re interested, check out this website, an excellent international NGO called Anti-Slavery:
http://www.antislavery.org
Also, on the subject of child labour and chocolate, put ‘The Dark Side of Chocolate’ in google – it’s a very good documentary and there are video outtakes on youtube, etc. Very depressing, but very informative.
Thanks for taking up this topic! (reminds me that I should be writing about it more often as well..)
Valerie says
Thanks for your comments, Antje. I hope you voted for Jennifer’s mug shot so she gets the chance to donate these funds to charity. Also, I hope you’ve found a likeminded blog right here that you’ll subscribe to.
Jennifer Slattery says
Antje, you are so right. I wasn’t aware of this problem until somewhat recently. I think maybe I’d heard snippets here and there, but not enough to comprise a cohesive thought, if that makes sense. When sharing my ignorance with Sharilyne, the friend who did my make-over, she started singing Matthew West’s “My Own Little World.” Oh, the dangers of staying in my own, safe, ignorant little world when God wants me to be making a difference in His!
Thanks for stopping by, and yes, please do keep writing about it! With every post, awareness grows, and hopefully with it, change.