It was the morning after the most influential man of my lifetime had passed away. Venezuela was in mourning and so was I. I walked into the school building to find that a last minute assembly had been called – surely, I thought, it will be some kind of remembrance presentation.
I had already sat through this particular assembly at least three or four times in my school life. Pricing a child’s future against bags of rice.
Fair Trade is not a bad thing. Anyone who goes out of their way to help make someone else’s life better has my respect.
But me buying this one bag of rice…might help one child.
I am a Communist.
And I am a woman.
I want to make every child’s life better.