How would you react if you learned that one of your friends owned a slave or slaves?
Inspired, in the very loosest sense of the word, by the Master’s latest column.
Here’s some scenarios. You may, of course, add your own (as if I could stop you).
While out drinking with co-workers when the jerk of the group (there’s always one) starts mocking people who engage in BDSM, saying any woman who does so is a dumb slut who deserves what he gets. After listening silently to this for several minutes, a different co-worker, whom you like quite a bit, explodes in anger, saying that she and her wife are involved in a 24/7 TPE and her wife is neither stupid nor a slut–simply different.
One of your colleagues is from a wealthy family in the United Arab Emirates. Back home, his family estate employs domestics native to the Phillipines who are not free to return home. This colleague is the heir to the estate but not the owner, and currently has no power to free the Filipinos but plans to do so when he has the power.
Same situation as (2) except that the colleague has no intention of freeing the Filipinos when he inherits.
You are good friends with the wife of an Egyptian diplomat. You discover she employs several early or mid-teen domestics from her country when you hear on the news that one of them has applied for asylum and is alleging that, though he has never been physically or sexually abused by his owners, he is neither paid a salary nor free to quit. The Egyptians let that person go, but suffer no legal ramifications because of their diplomatic immunity.
For purposes of this discussion, please assume that the person you discover to be a slave-owner has always been a good friend to you prior to your discovery.
Also assume that the slave-owner is charming, considerate, clever, well-mannered, generous, and fun to be around: exactly what you would design in a friend, except for the slavery bit.