It wasn’t my idea to stop at a brickyard outside of Dhaka, but I’m glad I saw what I saw. Which was this: whole families of mothers, fathers, young children, and teenagers living and working together in what in the U.S. would be considered a hazardous industrial environment. I’m still trying to sort out the conclusions that I should draw. In a place where the choices are hard, some things that seem indefensible by Western standards can seem a lot less pernicious.
It is true that the living condition there is not high, but it is the only opportunity for many people to work and feed their children. Production of them is closed during monsoon when many of them goes under water as being located beside the river. But these brick-fields are very vibrant place for a visitor, specially photographers.
Raw, those were my impressions too–both regarding the limited choices that people have to find work and the vibrancy of the scene.
50% of their problems is they keep having kids. Poor people keep procreating despite no money. I cannot feel sorry for them.