“I had to brush the dogs’ teeth, clean their ears, and give them vitamins each day. But I had to sleep on a dog bed in the living room.”
“I was a fixture in the house; a robot there to do things for them. I felt invisible, dispensable, and alone.”
Three stories of women who came to America looking for a better life, but instead found astonishing cruelty
Racida Eslabon came to the U.S. expecting to send money back home to the Philippines. She still hasn’t told her mother what happened after she arrived.
By tying workers’ residence status to an employer, the visa system leaves many of them vulnerable to exploitation.
Randy Ribay writes: In what I believe is the first photograph of me that exists, there is…
In our ongoing series of responses to “My Family’s Slave,” we’ve heard from a number of readers who saw…
Genevieve writes: I was speechless after reading Tizon’s article because I realized my family also had a…
Reading “My Family’s Slave” in the context of Philippine history
How Alex Tizon’s essay echoes a trope with deep roots in American history
Anakbayan USA, a national organization of Filipino youth and students dedicated to advancing democratic rights, sends this response: …
In addition to the readers who related to the abuses that Eudocia “Lola” Pulido experienced, some readers saw parallels between…
A reporter who covers domestic labor in the Middle East tells of the women who are exploited there, and the women who do the exploiting.
As numerous readers have written, one of the most moving aspects of “My Family’s Slave” is that Alex Tizon was…
Once, for five days, I found out.
Lola and the universality of women’s exploitation
Enslavement is a process, not an identity. The use of the word “slave” obscures that fact.
In response to Alex Tizon’s essay “My Family’s Slave,” Richard Buck writes: I am stunned by…
Slavery persists in homes across America.
This week, we published Alex Tizon’s essay “My Family’s Slave,” about the woman he knew as Lola: Eudocia Tomas…