Narrate an incident that had happen that u have seen or happen with u or u have seen someone treated with disrespectfully
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I was volunteering in a non-profit AIDS clinic in Chennai, India. I was there for one month. I lived in a little hovel of an apartment that had no electricity and running water on many days. It was a short walk to work:
Annexed to the clinic was a wing dedicated to local mothers who had contracted the virus. These mothers made trinkets, jewelry and whatnot that were meant to sent to and sold in the U.S. The children of these women were constantly about playing or just sitting. I remember their smiles as being very beautiful.
On the walk between the clinic and my apartment, there was a street vendor who sold sweets. He was always there, and one day I determined that I would buy a bag of candy for the kids. They always allowed me to take their picture, like the one below:
I thought that I might thank them for giving me great images, and the general good mood I felt when I watched them play.
So, I bought a large bag of sweets and went to the mother’s annex. As I began to hand out the candy, the mothers of these children began to push their children aside and try to snatch the candy from my hands. Where some of the children had already gotten theirs, I witnessed their own mothers snatch it from them and eat it for themselves, and then they would try to take more from me.
These women were not starving. By and large, they would be considered obese by American standards. I became enraged and after venting my anger on them, I left. I never went back to the clinic, and waited out the rest of my term in Nigeria in my room or wandering the neighborhood. I began to observe that many of the people I interacted with were just like those women I had left at the clinic.
I knew how famously corrupt the indian government and police force is. I knew that Nigeria was a relatively wealthy country with a huge gap between poor and the rich. Nothing prepared me for the revelation that the common man or woman in the streets were no better than the corrupt government officials that they hated. I realized that if they were elevated in economic status or power, that they would be as bad as their oppressors, if not worse. I left Nigeria, and I honestly don’t care what happens to the people there. Too large of a portion of their populace doesn’t care either. For those of them that do, I am sorry.