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I wear garments touched by hands from all over the world,
35% cotton, 65% polyester, the journey begins in Central America,
In the cotton fields of El Salvador,
In a province soaked in blood, pesticide-sprayed workers toil in a broiling sun,
Pulling cotton for two dollars a day.

Then we move on up to another rung—Cargill
A top forty trading conglomerate, takes the cotton thru the Panama Canal,
Up the Eastern seaboard, coming to the U. S. of A. for the first time,
In South Carolina,
At the Burlington mills,
Joins a shipment of polyester filament courtesy of the New Jersey petro-chemical mills of DuPont.

DuPont strands of filament begin in the South American country of Venezuela,
Where oil riggers bring up oil from the earth for six dollars a day,
Then Exxon, largest oil company in the world,
Upgrades the product in the country of Trinidad and Tobago,
Then back into the Caribbean and Atlantic seas,
To the factories of DuPont,
On the way to the Burlington mills.

In South Carolina,
To meet the cotton from the blood-soaked fields of El Salvador.

In South Carolina,
Burlington factories hum with the business of weaving oil and cotton into miles of fabric for Sears,
Who takes this bounty back into the Caribbean Sea,
Headed for Haiti this time,
May she be one day soon free.

Far from the Port-au-Prince palace,
Third world women toil doing piece work to Sears specifications,
For three dollars a day my sisters make my blouse,
It leaves the third world for the last time,
Coming back into the sea to be sealed in plastic for me,
This third world sister,
And I go to the Sears department store where I buy my blouse,
On sale for 20% discount.

Are my hands clean?

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