Today we visited the Elima Slave castle. Stood in the dungeons. Walked through the gate that led to the ships. This place was only the beginning of the atrocities. It’s futile to describe the emotions. Multilayered, complex, sickening.
A thought struck me on the bus back to the hotel. It isn’t exaggerating to suggest that we find ourselves facing a new world. A world with unexampled challenges, a totally opaque future. But with the same undying hope that we just can’t seem to shake.
As an agent of defining this new world, capitalism is facing the same question that faced settlers of that other new world that was built on the backs of exploited people.
Today, we ask ourselves to learn. We ask ourselves, “now that we can do anything, how will we choose to do it?”