Should Children Work?

Should Children Work?

Children working brings forth the image of a turn of the century sweat shop, but can children benefit from a job in today's workplace? Should children work? Many do, and the structure that allows this is surprisingly prejudiced. Political Correctness is keeping many others from a job. All this has taken a toll on the work ethic in America.

We have all seen pictures from the early part of the last Century depicting the horror of children laboring in sweatshop conditions for long hours and little pay. Today kids are protected from such abuse by child labor laws in the United States, but have we gone too far and how fair are these laws?

State laws differ from one another in many ways, but all seem to provide strict guidelines for children that want to work. The idea in creating these laws was to provide a safe and reasonable work environment for those less than eighteen years of age, but a closer examination reveals some troubling facts.

In States like Florida, Arizona, New Mexico and California, child labor laws seem to separate children in two distinct categories of rich and poor. It's no secret that these States depend on Migrant Workers to bring their crops in. These workers often include children. The laws tend to make allowances for this as if to say, "OK, your kids can work like dogs in the hot sun because we need our fruit picked, but your kids have to be sixteen if they want a job at Kmart, Burger King or a Supermarket. We would rather have your kids help support you then give you food stamps, but they are only good enough to pick fruit."

No one wants to see a ten year old flipping burgers at Wendy's, but States that are consistently listed as those providing the worst services for children and familes have no problem with kids of the same age picking fruit. Even if the laws say it, they don't enforce it. This shows a clear failure on the part of federal, state and local agencies to provide a fair and non-prejudicial plan for child labor. If we can allow children of the very poor to labor so that politicians can claim they have taken the burden of feeding them off the tax payers, we can allow other kids to work.

Because we live in a dangerous world and a different time, paper routes are no longer attractive or even available for most kids. In trying to protect children from starting too young at better jobs, I believe we have created a generation of lazy, shiftless youth that do not know the value of a dollar. The current system is especially unfair to inner city kids who may need to work in order to eat. Left with no other option, many begin to sell drugs or engage in other illegal behavior. Is this how we want them to learn the value of working?

The mere fact that Youth Detention facilities are overcrowded and thirteen year old killers are flooding the penal system says we have a problem. Only narrow minded people with no consideration for anyone but themselves can believe that simply building more jails will fix things. If that were so, the problem would already be solved! The best way for children to learn responsibility is to provide them with the opportunity to work. We allow fourteen year old computer wizards to toil at major corporations earning from eight to ten dollars an hour and call it a learning experience, but restrict children who can't afford three thousand dollar computers to learn those skills from working more conventional jobs. This is blatantly prejudicial and obviously unfair.

While going to college, I worked as a Security Guard in New York City. During this time I met a number of other young people who were in a transitional period. Most were in school, on the list for City Jobs or waiting for something better. Almost all of these people had the same attitude about the Security Company and the jobs that they were doing. When I would take my fellow employees to task for being late or doing nothing, they would remind me that this wasn't a real job. If it were, they would do it right. Bad news for all those companies depending on them for their security needs!

The problem wasn't the job, it was them. If they could not assume the responsibilities and perform the duties of a five dollar an hour security officer, how could they be expected to perform at what they considered to be a 'real' job? Their attitude came directly from the lack of any work ethic. How can we expect people to develop a work ethic when they are prevented from working during the formative years?

Many parents are being coached by armchair generals who have lots of advice to offer, but no kids of their own. Some have children, but have been a miserable failure as parents. The result is that it's a real challange for many of today's parents to get their kids to do even small jobs around the house like taking out the garbage or cleaning up their own messes. That's because using the word WORK in conjunction with a child, adolescent or teen has become politically incorrect.

I am certain that a civilized society of nearly intelligent people can find a fair way to balance a young person's need to experience their adolescence and get an education, with society's need for responsible people with a work ethic. Taking the opportunity to work away from children who have the intelligence and skill to do so is robbing them of the chance to experience self satisfaction and build their own self esteem.

Bill can be contacted on FACEBOOK

Informative, Provocative, Exciting Books (ebook and paperback formats) by Bill Knell and others…

Bill Knell's books are available on Ebay (Rating 5/5), Walmart, Amazon, Lulu, GoodReads, Kobo and more. Some titles are available in Spanish 

Radio Personalities that book me as a guest for their shows call me The UFO GUY.‭ ‬This book covers my early life experiences and investigations.  As you’ll soon discover, my life has always been surrounded by the paranormal and unusual events. People that have experienced the unexplained have been drawn to me, and I to them. - Bill Knell

eBook

Paperback


eBook

paperback

ebook hispano


This is not just another Vampire Story. It's the amazing tale of a powerful being bent on revenge. Discover how a common man became The Dark Master and move with him through the centuries until he winds up in New York City. It's there that we meet the fascinating characters that interact with him over one hundred years. It's there that he reaches into the heart of the New York City Mob and pulls out a man in need of his unique powers. Stay off the streets of NYC at night… He's hungry!

ebook

paperback

ebook hispano


True TALES of people who experienced a parallel Earth event.

ebook

ebook hispano


The belief in life after death is a common belief among most of the world’s civilizations and that may have been the birth of the idea of ghosts and spirits. The Vampire persona has evolved from many true and untrue facts, legends and myths. At various times vampires, real and imagined, have been considered fiends, supernatural beings, shape-shifters, mentally disturbed deviants, satanic servants and fetish followers...

ebook

ebook hispano

ebook

paperback

ebook hispano


ebook

paperback

ebook hispano


WARNING: Sexual Situations

ebook

paperback

Llllppp

What they will not tell you about marriage and relationships

ebook

ebook hispano

eBook

paperback

ebook hispano


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback

    

ebook


ebook


WARNING: Sexual Situations

ebook

paperback


ebook


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback



ebook

 paperback



ebook

paperback

ebook hispano


ebook

paperback

eBook hispano


ebook

paperback

ebook hispano



ebook

paperback

ebook hispano



ebook 

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


ebook

paperback


This is a true story about Sex Workersl.I know because I witnessed most of what you will read about. The rest I gleaned from long conversations with some of the people involved… WARNING: SOME EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS 

ebook

ebook hispano


ebook

ebook hispano




Kailey Fields offers readers fresh and very human fiction stories that are unique, yet relatable.


The seeds of her self-doubt had been sown in her early years. She'd been relentlessly bullied in school for being different, for her passion for gaming, which had been dismissed as a “boy thing.” That hurt had left deep scars. Creating Lemonade had been a shield, a way to deflect the negativity she faced in the real world. It was a safe space where she could be celebrated for her skills, her wit, and her personality, instead of facing ridicule.


The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Each step crunched on the forest floor, a sound amplified in the suffocating silence of the Blackwood Forest. My breath hitched in my throat, a thin plume of white mist disappearing into the inky blackness. The only light came from my lantern, a feeble spark against the overwhelming darkness that pressed in from all sides, swallowing the forest in its shadowy embrace. Above, the branches of ancient trees twisted like skeletal fingers, their gnarled silhouettes scratching at the moonless sky.

ebook, paperback or hardcover


The darkness claimed me, swallowing me whole. But in death, a twisted metamorphosis occurred. The venom of betrayal, the searing agony of death, transformed into a cold, unrelenting fire. I became a specter, an instrument of vengeance. The chilling weight of my decomposing body became a burden that fueled my relentless pursuit.

kindle, paperback or hardcover


Grandma Elara's tales filled the quiet evenings at her house. The aroma of woodsmoke and simmering herbs hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of old books and the comforting warmth of her presence. Her cozy old house seemed to hum with a gentle energy, a place where ancient stories and timeless secrets intertwined. The antique furniture, each piece telling a story of its own, seemed to come alive as she spun her tales, the very atmosphere of the house adding to the mystique of the Ceasg and its watery realm.

kindle, paperback or hardcover


Cerelia, a museum employee with a penchant for the obscure and a healthy dose of skepticism tempered by an insatiable curiosity, had been cleaning the newly acquired collection of ancient artifacts. She was meticulous, and painstaking in her work, a sharp contrast to the hurried pace of the city outside the museum walls. She liked the quiet solitude of the museum, a world apart from the noisy urban jungle. She found solace in the relics of the past, each object whispering a story of bygone eras.

kindle, paperback or hardcover


Aislinn felt it too, a growing sense of unease, not just from the tales of a missing Prince, but from the visions teased by the necklace. The shadowed figure, the one with piercing eyes and a cruel smile,haunted her dreams and even invaded her waking moments. He was connected to the necklace, a palpable sense of threat radiating from the glowing pendant. The prince's fate, she now realized, was entwined with her own. And somewhere, a darkness waited, a darkness that the necklace seemed both to warn her about and guide her towards. The quiet village of Oakhaven, with its familiar rhythms and predictable patterns, could no longer contain her. 



The seeds of her self-doubt had been sown in her early years. She'd been relentlessly bullied in school for being different, for her passion for gaming, which had been dismissed as a “boy thing.” That hurt had left deep scars. Creating Lemonade had been a shield, a way to deflect the negativity she faced in the real world. It was a safe space where she could be celebrated for her skills, her wit, and her personality, instead of facing ridicule.

paperback



She traced the lines on her palm, searching for a familiar scar, a birthmark, anything to tether herself to a stable identity. Nothing. Even her own body felt slightly different, as if her reflection in the warped mirror across the room was an imposter. The subtle variations – the way her hair fell, a new freckle on her cheek, the faintest shift in her eyes – were enough to unsettle her further. It was as if she was perpetually teetering on the edge of a precipice, the ground constantly shifting beneath her feet.

eBook, paperback or hardcover

Visit Bill Knell on Facebook



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

www.BillKnellsWorld.com

Bill Knell's Bookstore