“But I do know that in my first two hours of my first day at that gate, I met workers who were fourteen years old, I met workers who were thirteen years old, I met workers who were twelve. Do you really think Apple doesn’t know?”….
How am I convincing myself that this audience doesn’t know about ME? Do these people know that I am making this up, that I’m a fraud? Was the 16 year-old I ACTUALLY met not young enough to shock these people? Why did I have to keep pushing the limit? Maybe if I just tone down the monologue I can get away with it until the end the tour sooner?
“In a company obsessed with the details, with the aluminum being milled just so, with the glass being fitted perfectly into the case, do you really think it’s credible that they don’t know?”….
Why am I criticizing Apple for not caring about the details in this case when I barely did in “reporting” on it! I should be obsessed with details. I’m pretending to be a journalist for god’s sakes! But, I’m not a journalist. This is art, this is theatre! Is all the work I did going to be for naught when the truth comes out? I know this isn’t 100% truthful but at least I went over there, at least I saw the workers and saw the suicide nets. Am I just justifying the betrayal of my audiences? Do I come clean now or wait until the truth comes out. Oh no, what have I gotten myself into….