Once upon a time there was a young woman who had a young
daughter. The mother was not averse to making a little money on the side, if
you get my meaning. Her behaviour would have been considered highly immoral at the
time, and would still be largely frowned upon today. And yet I feel that I have
neither the right nor the inclination to judge her for it.
But she also had another habit. She would coerce her young
daughter into doing jobs for neighbours, and when the child came home with the
few pennies she’d been given in recompense, the mother would take it off her
not to buy food or clothes or pay the rent, but to spend in the pub
carousing. I have no problem with the fact that she spent her evenings in the
pub; I have no problem with her spending money carousing. What I have a problem
with is the fact that she took the money for which her child had laboured in
order to do so. To me that’s unethical, and that’s the difference.
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