World Vision Canada
Today's products come to you courtesy of a whole string of contractors and subcontractors, each with different employment and safety standards. Moving down the supply chain, you often find children forced to work in brutal, dangerous conditions for very little pay. Hours are so long that many have no chance to continue in school, relegating them to lifetimes of low-paid labour.
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Starting today, children will be able to appeal directly to the United Nations when their rights are overlooked, neglected or violated. And the movement to hand this power to the world's children was started by a Canadian with an iron will and a huge heart.
After we moved to Canada, money was still tight for my family. Hand-me-downs from friends were the new threat. Some of them fit okay, but colour was a whole other issue. Much of the light clothing had taken on a grayish tint, from being washed too often with the darks. Most of the dark clothing was faded. But I've overcome that stigma to embrace the many benefits of second hand clothing.
As we mark the World Day Against Child Labour, more than 115-million children are forced to work in jobs that are dirty, dangerous and degrading. World Vision is fighting to keep the conversation about child slavery going strong. Wednesday in Toronto and Vancouver, we staged potentially shocking events in store windows to generate discussion about child slavery.
The traffickers watch for children who are weak, or willing. A child who made the mistake of walking alone. A boy, stepping up to support his family. A girl, numb with fear, about to be sold by her own relatives to feed her younger siblings. What do their futures hold?
At an age when Canadian teenage boys are downloading songs on iTunes, Bounmy left his village in Laos to find work next door in Thailand, which he did on a fishing vessel. Little did he know he would be kept on that boat for nine years with no pay. And the fish he hauled out of the water may well have been appearing on Canadian dinner tables.
Imagine the four walls around you are basically walls of blue tarp held up by tree branches. Your floor is a slab of cement if you're lucky, or a dirt floor where rats and bugs greet you at every corner as they scavenge through heaps of litter, scrap, and human waste. This is the reality of a Delhi slum.