I am just as far removed from the suffering that hides in the creation of my iPhone, my shirts, my plastic bowls from IKEA, the wine and espresso I drink, and the chocolate and bananas I eat. Is my ignorance and guilt as great, my blinders as thick, as those of people in the past? Did they even know what lay behind the dearly acquired bowl of sugar on their table or the cotton of their tablecloths?
