VMI77 wrote:To me, involuntarily labor for the benefit of another person is a form of slavery. Taxing my labor and giving the proceeds to another person is a form of slavery, and was unconstitutional for nearly half of our history. And ironically, actual bondage slavery was legal during most of this time. However, slavery carries certain images and perceptions of laboring under harsh conditions and is fraught with emotional baggage so perhaps involuntary servitude is a better term. Certainly our ruling class is in the process of making debt slaves out of our children and grandchildren....though this is on a different scale and lacks the kind of immediate human impact of labor under the conditions described in Malaysia.
I am getting off the subject a little bit, but I worked in Malaysia quite often.
I found that there is a lot of distrust and dishonesty in their business dealings with foreigners. I am sure this is also the case among of their citizens.
I used to stay at the same resort hotel for most of my visits.
One night I went to eat dinner by myself at a restaurant in the hotel. The hostess asked me for my passport. I showed it to her and she wanted to keep it. I told her she could look at it but I would not give it to her. I told her I had stayed at the hotel many times and no one ever wanted my passport. She said that it was policy, so I got up and walked out of the restaurant. She came running after me and asked why I was leaving. I told her that I was not going to give her my passport. She apologized and said that was the hotel policy but asked me to come back. I told her I would come back but would not give her my passport. She told me she talked to her manager and it was okay.
One morning when I was checking out of the same hotel, I gave my credit card to the lady in the lobby to pay my bill. She took my credit card and took a long time to process it. While I was standing there I noticed that she made a phone call and was stalling. About 10 minutes later she got a call and then she proceeded to check me out. I realized that they had sent a person to my room to count the pillows, sheets, towels and the drinks in the mini-bar. This has never happened to me in any other country.
I have many other stories to illustrate my experiences, but I hope you get my point.
