| Titre : |
Bolivia's Child Laborers |
| Type de document : |
document multimédia |
| Auteurs : |
Wes Enzinna, Auteur ; Jackson Fager, Auteur |
| Editeur : |
Vice |
| Année de publication : |
2013 |
| Présentation : |
16 minutes 31 secondes |
| Langues : |
Anglais (eng) |
| Catégories : |
Vidéothèque
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| Tags : |
Mines Matières premières minérales Bolivie Conditions de travail Enfants |
| Résumé : |
In 1936, George Orwell visited a coal mine in Grimethorpe, England. "The place is like… my own mental picture of hell," he wrote of the experience. "Most of the things one imagines in hell are there—heat, noise, confusion, darkness, foul air, and, above all, unbearably cramped space." Orwell was a lanky guy, 6'3" or 6'2", and I am too, so I was reminded of his comparison recently while crawling through a tunnel as dank and dark as a medieval sewer, nearly a mile underground in one of the oldest active mines in Latin America, the Cerro Rico in Potosí, Bolivia. The chutes were so narrow that I couldn't have turned around—or turned back—even if I'd wanted to. Orwell wasn't the first to equate mines with hell; Bolivian miners already know they labor in the inferno. In the past 500 years, at least 4 million of them have died from cave-ins, starvation, or black lung in Cerro Rico, and as a sly fuck-you to the pious Spaniards who set up shop here in 1554 and enslaved the native Quechua Indians, Bolivian miners worship the devil—part of a schizophrenic cosmology in which God governs above while Satan rules the subterranean. |
Bolivia's Child Laborers [document multimédia] / Wes Enzinna, Auteur ; Jackson Fager, Auteur . - [S.l.] : Vice, 2013 . - : 16 minutes 31 secondes. Langues : Anglais ( eng)
| Catégories : |
Vidéothèque
|
| Tags : |
Mines Matières premières minérales Bolivie Conditions de travail Enfants |
| Résumé : |
In 1936, George Orwell visited a coal mine in Grimethorpe, England. "The place is like… my own mental picture of hell," he wrote of the experience. "Most of the things one imagines in hell are there—heat, noise, confusion, darkness, foul air, and, above all, unbearably cramped space." Orwell was a lanky guy, 6'3" or 6'2", and I am too, so I was reminded of his comparison recently while crawling through a tunnel as dank and dark as a medieval sewer, nearly a mile underground in one of the oldest active mines in Latin America, the Cerro Rico in Potosí, Bolivia. The chutes were so narrow that I couldn't have turned around—or turned back—even if I'd wanted to. Orwell wasn't the first to equate mines with hell; Bolivian miners already know they labor in the inferno. In the past 500 years, at least 4 million of them have died from cave-ins, starvation, or black lung in Cerro Rico, and as a sly fuck-you to the pious Spaniards who set up shop here in 1554 and enslaved the native Quechua Indians, Bolivian miners worship the devil—part of a schizophrenic cosmology in which God governs above while Satan rules the subterranean. |
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