The two bullets that penetrated Carlo Giuliani's skull and the two times that an armored jeep
ran over his dying body were unacceptable. Yet they were no more and no less unacceptable
than the shots and cruelty of Colombian death squads, American prison guards, or Burmese
torture experts. The responsibility for Carlo's death goes all the way to the top of the global
economy, but so do those of an exhausted sweatshop worker in the Phillipines, a poisoned
villager in the Niger Delta, and a dispossessed Native in northern Canada.