I have just watched a programme that has left me feeling very disturbed.  It was about a little boy, sold by his mother, beaten by the first task master who bought him, saved by the second who then pushed to being the youngest endurance runner in the world at the age of 4.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Budhia_Singh

I feel disturbed because of the world I saw through the camera's eyes.  I saw poor people.  I have no comprehension of what that world is like.  I live off that world, whether I want to or not.  Through whatever reason, I was born here and not there.  And I am finding it hard to comprehend that all I can do about it at this exact moment is post my guilt, indignation, shame, hurt, pain, sympathy - I do mean sympathy, not empathy, as I have no concept of life outside of the bubble I am in, and no matter how large I try to make that bubble, it does not yet comprise of living in a developing world - disgust, acceptance, resignation, envy about it all.

This is the way of the world, the stronger will always exploit the weaker.  I do not like it.  In my eternally optimistic view of the world, I cannot see any way by which this will not be the case as, IMHO, we are supposed to be hierachical pack animals, it's a "feature" of being a human.  That should mean that there is some benefit to this exploitation.  Somewhere along the line, we should all as a large pack, benefit from some people getting screwed.  I feel fairly screwed where I am on the pyramid.  I can only hope that for the moment, that little boy can't tell how screwed he is.