Last weekend I was at South Coast Plaza shopping for a formal dress. I was walking on the upper level and took my usual route that goes right by Cartier. I stopped for my usual five-minuet period to ogle over the latest diamond displays. This was the first time that I have done that since seeing the film Blood Diamond and learning about the issues behind conflict stones. As I stood there imagining myself wearing each set of fabulously large and flawless diamonds, my fantasy was cut short. That little voice that follows me around now every time I think about or look at diamonds shook me from my trance. It’s the voice that reminds me how 4% of imported diamonds came from conflict regions in Africa. Everything sure changes when you break out of those little bubbles of ignorance.
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