If you have 18 minutes, you could, with advantage and probable discomfort, listen to a reading of Those who walk away from Omelas:
""With the clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city of Omelas, bright towered by the sea . . .
They leave Omelas, they walk ahead into the darkness, and they do not come back. The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us that the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible that it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going . . . those who walk away from Omelas.""
We don't have to accept injustice, inequality and cruelty just because they are hard to discard.