I personally don’t need anything more to be outraged about the murder of hundreds of garment workers in the Bangladesh factory collapse. But, in these situations, a little something can trigger more outrage. I lost it after reading this.

Children should never be faced with this task:

Outside the laboratory, people are waiting. There are at least 301 unidentified victims of last month’s horrific collapse of the Rana Plaza factory building. Those test tubes represent the only chance of identifying them. More than 500 people have given blood samples in the hopes of finding a DNA match. On a recent morning, Hasibul Islam Reaz, 10, placed a spindly arm before a needle, his eyes widening as his blood drained through a thin tube into a syringe.

“If I give them blood,” the boy said softly, “I will learn where my father is, which body is his.” [emphasis added]

You think the children of the factory owner has to think about doing that? Or the children of the Wal-Mart family? Or any of the children of the other executives of the companies who were making their profits on the sweat and blood of the hundreds of people who died?