Oct 1, 2015
Bricks
I was a brown woman and the man who owned the brick factory blew gas into the place and the children fell down, all into a pile. I grabbed two brown children and breathed for them, and the other brown women also grabbed the nearest kids and sent breath into their tiny limp bodies. The factory man walked away and a rage came up. I picked up a brick piece and thew it and it didn’t hit anything. I tried to pick up a brick and it was too heavy, the gas was too strong. Some children began breathing on their own. I woke up swamped by the futility of justice.
https://www.ijm.org/news/families-enslaved-indian-brick-factory-were-exhausted-malnourished-when-rescued