Utterly horrifying as your drawing recalls the memory of my grandfather, who as a young migrant to the US from Eastern Europe in 1905, found work in a factory making metal picture frames. One day, his right arm was caught in one of the machines and badly broken. Because he did not receive proper (or competent) medical care, his arm never healed well and remained bent and deformed for the rest of his life, severely limiting his working abilities thereafter. And that was more than a hundred years ago in Chicago. My heart weeps for the young boy in your drawing...
Utterly horrifying as your drawing recalls the memory of my grandfather, who as a young migrant to the US from Eastern Europe in 1905, found work in a factory making metal picture frames. One day, his right arm was caught in one of the machines and badly broken. Because he did not receive proper (or competent) medical care, his arm never healed well and remained bent and deformed for the rest of his life, severely limiting his working abilities thereafter. And that was more than a hundred years ago in Chicago. My heart weeps for the young boy in your drawing...
...what the hell kind of country have we become? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF COUNTRY HAVE WE BECOME? It's pure B.S.!