When Antoinette and I got engaged, I purchased a cultured (i.e. synthetic) diamond, concerned about the role that the diamond trade plays in provoking conflict. Here’s what it looks like. At the time, I seriously considered using a saphire, since I believed the trade in saphires was child-labor free and less tainted by violence, but I geeked out and went with the nifty space-age synthetic, all the while chanting Marx’s line: “If we could succeed, at a small expenditure of labour, in converting carbon into diamonds, their value might fall below that of bricks.” Right now, I’m really glad I didn’t fall for the naturalistic fallacy. If I had, the gem would likely have come from Madagascar, and I would be complicit in this:
News reports are easy to ignore, but the Boston Globe’s Big Picture has the photographs to prove that the town’s 19,000 children work alongside their families in the mines.

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