Dear Mr A. Didas,

It is with humble homage to your conglomerate of sports and shoe-biz that, provided in coming forward today to write you, I will not be too forthcoming in the introduction of my true identity, then let it be known I am Arya Bhaduri of Bangladesh. I have lived worked and waded the great deltaic plains of my homeland from the first moment , swift as a deer, in the shadows of nightfall, I was “popped out like a chestnut from Its shell” onto the sweat lined innards of a factory floor-show.

With a lineage varied and far reaching , the stark reality of my historical origins is surprising and yet not surprising, preceding  to, even once upon a factory line the sweaters of Charles Kingsley.

Sir, I work hard for my family. Every day it is... well how can I explain...

“Train hard, stay cool..” and yet and yet ..it’s so very hot in the midst of my working week. If you could  be so kind Mr.Didas, if it would not be treading on too many sneakers to do so, to think about the possibility of quadrupling the air conditioning budget and perhaps we shall not have to suffer in silence.

We wish to “take the respect” but Mr Didas... you must believe me when I agree to the Adidas pledge of the frat house jocks.. clad only in my humble socks, hands pitted, callous clad and chemical fed.... Oh me, oh my.... “I want, I can..” we seek to “Rise Above “.. we desire “All orginal # represent” and yet I am number 1,329 on the factory floor of anonymity and broken dreams. 

ADIDAS, we work, 6 days per week, 12 hours per day, rarely a break. Once, as it was written in your glossy, flossy magazine queen outtake, a very wise one whispered in my ears... It was you Adidas. You once told me. You said it. You wrote it. You put it on a giant billboard for all to see...

“Stop dreaming, go and get it..”

And so I return to you sir and I say to you on behalf of my people.... WE WANT IT! We do not even wish to ..how was it you explained... Er.... “Take the Crown..”  No, we want no crown. We wish only for RESPECT.

I will not go so far as to disagree with you and your claim..

“Every team needs a spark..”

But isn’t just a little more than a shame that one spark was all it took to kill more than a few of our sisters and brothers in a nearby substandard factory subject to a non-existent health and safety net. We are “all in or nothing” in solidarity in our question...”Please sir, can we have some more?”

Every day I stand in a box , on a line. I press repeat over and over and over. My hands, my legs, my spirit is tired. I meditate. I read the Adidas mantra:

“ Impossible is just a big word, thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing..”

And so on my own two feet, with the feet of my brothers and my sisters standing together.. we say this loud and clear with as much “irresistible style” as 1 dollar a day can buy... “Bring it on.”

We “choose” to “above all others” remember ”everything is out of reach until you reach it” and we have reached boiling point ADIDAS. It is not impossible to pay us a fair wage. It is not impossible to provide us with the same working conditions that you yourself enjoy. 

Fair crack of the whip Mr. Adidas. The time has come to pay your share. 

Arya Bhaduri

Ps I am not interested in the self interested thoughts of Mr. E. Con. Omist that you may think to send our way for the money we require to live with dignity is but a mere infinitesimal portion of a 7 ½ Billion dollar profit sported in one single year as a result of the golden pyramid of your very sneaky sneaker business. Please make it your business to remember us...