Using noncompetitive tactics to gain market share = ethics. Treating employees according to EEOC or other guidelines = ethics. Damaging environment or health = ethics.
That might be a conceptional problem though.
Sure - the front office with hot-n-cold running secretaries and big glass doors is all very nice and 'corporate' looking and appears to show a great concern for ethics (free organic coffee in the waiting room and fresh magazines printed on recycled paper) but mostly it's a facade of lies covering up the whole Hinterland of cubical dwellers, employees and worker bees.
You cannot factor in the high-ended instrument shops either, since they are so
minute in the consumption of resources when they make maybe one or two or a dozen instruments a year.
No - let's take the "
Uncle Harry's Guitar and Bass Company", represented by a sleek headquarters office in Duluth. And let's just go for the 'human impact' side of the equation for now.
With NAFTA, the overhead of the actual plant has not gone down - in fact they've gone UP as new taxes and regulations designed to federally enforce and environmentally/financially destrooy Uncle Harry are levied in the form of fees, fines and forced capitulation to the E/Green Tidal wave of well-placed but misconceived do-gooders and tree huggers.
But the competition from offshore manufacturers who don't have such rules and busybody interference has now put Uncle Harry in a bind to keep his doors open.
There's a bigger carrot in other lands. (I bet you wondered how I was gonna get the carrot in there - huh?)
Since all Uncle Harry's highly paid, fine luthiers and old world artisans have now been relegated (made equal) to a mud-hut native in Botswana with a 20-Watt lightbulb hanging from the cord in his hooch and no running water, Uncle Harry has to come to the realization that he has no place to go but
to Botswana and hire grossly incompetent (but trainable) natives to build his guitars and be competitive.
The native's learning curve is nearly vertical, but after he teaches them some rudimentary English, they get along fine and the natives are cranking out guitars at 600-a day after the brief training period - and all this with no union dues, Social Security or Federal Witholding.
Quality may be a little suck-
ier, but hey - Uncle Harry is banking on his long established customer base and (so far) untarnished old world reputation to carry him through these next few formative years.
Not all is well back at the home front though. Uncle Harry's luthiers and artisans are being told to move to Botswana or quit.
Some of the old timers in the Uncle Harry factory are not gonna be able to move for various and sundry reasons, but suffice it to say that they mostly wind up on the unemployed roster at their local unemployed hang out -
donut shoppes and bars, moaning over the loss of what they just KNEW was going to be the place they died with a carving tool in their hands, building their last guitar with their last (
devoted-to-Uncle Harry) breath.
They have been robbed of their retirement dream and perhaps they would have build a little shop at home to create some one-off guitars for their Silver Years.
Nope! Now they drink their grief away or eat donuts until they are 350 lb rolling fatballs with a coronary occlusion and degenerative liver conditions that will soon take them off the medical-retirement bill at Uncle Harry's insurance carriers. More of Uncle Harry's money saved!
They've been mostly unceremoniously dumped by Uncle Harry and they are angry, bitter and unemployed, but the native is experiencing a new wealth. He now has a 100 Watt lightbulb in a recessed fixture and a color TV and a CD/DVD player and a bicycle to get to-from work now.
Heck! Now he even has a job where there was none before!
Of course, the TV, CD/DVD player and the 100 Watt light fixture are all made in Korea, but Hey! That's cool since the native knows that Korea's time in the barrel is coming too when all THEIR trained artisans are jobbed out to people they find living underground on Mars, in the next generation.
It's a vicious cycle and although not the friendliest, it has been that way since the days of Guilds, serfs and child labor work-houses in
Merri Olde England.