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What worst things human can do in this era

June 17, 2011

Yes, I do think friendly people are good people. A happy family is an example family. A pastor is a good man. I cannot be more wrong. Not always.

This book “Not For Sale” has really opened my eyes of the kinds of cruelty that live in the world today. I am truly shocked by how much immoral people can be. As one who holds high integrity and morality, I am very angry and sad at the same time. See if you share the same.

The owner of a rice mill used small loans to enslave Bonda’s entire village. The villagers labored eighteen hours daily and were banned from passing beyond the walls of the rice mill without supervision. After years of relentless oppression, Bonda’s wife broke down one day and killed herself. Disconsolate over his loss, Bonda threw caution to the wind. He found a gate in the rice mill left open one day, and he bolted.
The owner did not treat insubordination lightly. He sent bounty hunters after Bonda, who was captured without much trouble. Once they brought Bonda back to the rice mill, the owner gathered all the slaves into an assembly in the center of the compound. For their edification he used a cane to beat Bonda within an inch of his life. The owner then chained the unconscious man to a wall in the slaves’ living quarters. And that became his bed for the rest of his days at the rice mill. He did his daily chores and then was placed back in his chains.

Work at the kiln began the next day at 6 am. The family worked collectively. Moving the brick molds in and out of the kiln requires tremendous strength, so the men generally assumed that task. Pretty much everyone else manufactured the bricks.
Maya passed most of the day packing wet clay and straw into row after row of wood forms. Once the sun rose high in the midmorning sky, she would start carrying the clay molds atop her head into an open space where direct rays could reach them. For the molds to dry into a stable form usually took a couple of hours in the sun. In midafternoon, the family took an hour’s break and grabbed a bite to eat. After lunch, some continued packing the molds, others moved them into the sunlight to dry, and yet others brought the dried molds to the kiln to bake the bricks into their final form. They strove to have all the bricks completely baked by sunset.
The men rotated the job of stoking the kiln. Working outdoors means facing sweltering heat in normal conditions; standing next to a glowing charcoal furnace can be downrightly unbearable. The skin, glistening with sweat, becomes an inviting haven for clay dust and soot. Reaching deep into the pores, the dust dries with the heat, causing the skin to crack. At day’s end, the man working the kiln looks like a walking briquette of charcoal.

Mr. Vasu drove the work crew with capricious demands. If they produced fewer than a thousand bricks in a day, he would yell, “You lazy dogs! Why where you so slack today?” If they worked at a faster pace and produced twelve hundred bricks, he would scream, “You manipulative cheats! Don’t expect to be paid for more than a thousand bricks.” When reviewing the day’s production, he always found a reason to complain. He would pull out bricks with the slightest flaw and decry their “faulty workmanship.”
The verbal abuse began the day they arrived. By the end of the first week, it had turned to physical violence. The men he whacked with sticks; the women he struck with an open palm. One day Maya got slapped to the ground as she was walking to the well for a drink of water.

“How could people do that?” I asked that question over and over and over while reading this book, and I am not even done reading. People in this world are crooked. Yes, the are many good people, but watch out! Truly, watch out. I am someone who always look on the positive side. I give everyone a positive review until I see otherwise. But God continues to teach me to be more aware; aware of the kind of things people would do, and the kinds of pain people suffer from.

Surely the Lord has sent me here for a reason, just as He has given me this book for a reason. Where I would go now, and what I would do, I do not know for sure. But I will go wherever the Lord sends me to.

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