We had our sidewalks and front steps replaced last week. The crew of workers was made up entirely of Hispanic men. A white man was in charge. The Hispanic men avoided eye contact, spoke very little English, and worked from sun up til sun down. The white man sat in his truck, talked on his cell phone, and walked around watching the other men work. It was brutal to witness.
I felt so guilty sitting in my nice comfy house, watching these poor guys perform this back-breaking labor in the heat. I also felt guilty knowing that we went with the cheapest place, and that these guys couldn't possibly be making a lot of money.
I don't really know where I am going with this post. I just had this sick feeling in my stomach while they were working, and a week later, I still can't shake the feeling.