I haven’t updated in 2 days, whoops! I’ve been kind of unmotivated these last couple of days but I’m trying to get back into my routine now. Today’s post is going to be around 300 words- short and sweet. I want to see if I can get to the point.
So last night I read an article on The Atlantic (link) about slavery in modern America and it really tugged at my heartstrings. The author talks about this woman, Lola, who was brought to American from the Philippines to take care of his family. Lola, was essentially a slave for 50 something years for this family- the author describes how she would cook and clean all without getting paid and all while she would be yelled at for not doing a good enough job. Hearing Lola’s story tugged at my heartstrings and I teared up a little; this was a woman who constantly put the needs of the family she was taking care of before her own and she didn’t resent them for it.
I stumbled across the article on Facebook, and although the way that the author told the story made me feel sad, as I was reading it it also made me feel a sense of resentment for the author. After Lola died, the author had waited 5 year to return her ashes to her home and his explanation was selfish: “I hadn’t come sooner to deliver Lola’s ashes in part because I wasn’t sure anyone here cared that much about her.” It made me resent how he thought about Lola, as a person who no one cared for in contrast to the reality that she was cared for and loved.
This article made me realize that even though slavery was abolished in America decades ago, it still exists in some households. What do you think of it?