If I say the word “globalization,” what images come to your mind? Do you think of downloading music from around the world, buying exotic food, flying across the globe for prices that your parents wouldn’t have believed? Do you think of Colombian villagers watching “Breaking Bad,” or Malaysian teenagers knowing the words to “Hamilton” the musical? Do you think of the magic that brings wares from every continent and archipelago to the convenience store in your street?

Or do you think, instead, of padlocked factory gates? Of unemployed coal miners sitting listlessly outside liquor stores? Of Bangladeshi women wearing out their fingers making sneakers? Of immigrants pouring across United States borders?