The private control of credit is the modern form of slavery.
Upton SinclairRead
Into this wild-beast tangle these men had been born without their consent, they had taken part in it because they could not help it; that they were in jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never been fair, the dice were loaded. They were swindlers and thieves of pennies and dimes, and they had been trapped and put out of the way by the swindlers and thieves of millions of dollars.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the injustice of societal conditions that trap individuals into a life of crime without their choice, emphasizing a rigged system.
Upton Sinclair's quote reflects on the fundamental inequalities present in society, where individuals born into adverse conditions are often forced into a life of crime. The metaphor of loaded dice illustrates how the system is stacked against them, making it nearly impossible for them to succeed without resorting to theft or deceit, while those who exploit the system on a larger scale remain unpunished.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech discussing criminal justice reform.
The private control of credit is the modern form of slavery.
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