If we who thrive in more privileged places knew the dire circumstances, the violence and virtual slavery under which many of our possessions and clothing is produced, we would fling them away from us as though made of molten metal. It is better to be stripped of one’s clothes, even to go about naked, in order to maintain the noble covering of a good conscience, than to be dressed in the finest apparel at the cost of righteousness, without which we are truly destitute.

The individual call to love one’s neighbor extends equally to benefit those who stand across ever-shifting lines of the map. Shall we justify silence and passivity in opposing evils committed by one Nation, because they further the interests of those geographically nearer to us? Ultimate principles of ethics are not spacial. The ten commandments are not annually redrafted with cartographer’s ink and morality bowes to no earthly King. I assert that justice travels more instant than light, and is the standard by which we ought to measure distance between ourselves and others.