If you've donated any clothes, they might end up here:

The Sunday market on Residency Rd in Srinagar, Kashmir.

Strangely enough, the shirt is for the Livingston Lancers, my neighboring town's high school, half a globe away. Surely one of those upper middle class mothers sent this donation in to assuage her guilt at living an wasteful and unsustainable lifestyle. The town's full of rich people, you see. Joke's on her though... someone's hijacked the donated shipment to make a quick profit and the rich mom's karma is unaffected because the shirt didn't end up on the back of the needy.

Lose-lose, all around! (except for the unscrupulous hijacker. he gets off pretty well at the end of the day)