Thursday, January 28, 2010
Scraps For The Poor
I'm standing at the cash register at the Community Health Foundation's thrift store in Truth or Consequences, NM.
Today's find is my "new" toaster, a white Sunbeam, tremendously clean inside and, yes, it works. I plugged it in to test it out.
While waiting for the clerk I notice a sign on her cash register: "We're looking for people to drive bags to Mexico and to the reservation."
"Bags of what?" I ask the clerk.
"Clothes," she says, while counting my change. "We send all of the clothes that are ripped or stained to Mexico. Anything we can't sell, we send down there."
So, I think to myself, we toss them our scraps.
And she continues: "They, well the men especially, don't seem to mind wearing stained clothing."
I think I'm staring, wide-eyed at her. Then I just walk away. Ashamed.
First, that someone in my thrift store community (I LOVE thrift stores) gives unfit clothes to the poor and considers it generous.
And second, for my silence, which endorses the discrimination.