Charity: Doing good or feeling good?

It is in giving that we receive.

I have just returned home from Burundi where I encountered a rather strange Belgian woman working for a local charity. We met at a health centre high in the hills south of Bujumbura, hemmed in by steep terraced slopes dotted with tin-roofed dwellings and lonely patches of trees. I extended my hand and greeted her in my best schoolboy French: ‘Bonjour. Je m’appelle Pete.’ She took my hand in a limp, damp handshake without uttering a word. The nun in charge of the health centre welcomed us all and explained the challenges they faced concerning inadequate water supplies, her flowing white habit flapping in the wind. A schoolgirl of 10 or 11 described her daily routine of walking a round trip of 4 kilometres to collect water, unaware of the incongruity of Justin Bieber smirking up from her soiled t-shirt. The nameless Belgian was a tall, broad women who seemed as uncomfortable in her frame as she was with other people. She listened to the conversations unsmiling, showing no reaction, all the time clutching a large plastic bag to her chest. Once inside the health centre she began to surreptitiously extract items from the bag and hand them one-by-one to the nun: several pairs of plastic slippers; some bandages; a packet of pills. The nun received them graciously, expressing her gratitude.

Before leaving, the woman approached the huddle of children outside the health centre to hand them some sweets. They jumped up and down laughing and screaming, trying to grab the precious parcels of pleasure. At once, the woman’s face lit up – as if someone had flicked a switch. She ran to the vehicle to fetch her camera, all the time beaming. She returned, her smile wider than ever, transformed: almost reborn. Although I’m sure that the gifts were genuinely appreciated, I couldn’t help wondering who had received more. The entire contents of the bag could not have cost her more than $20.

This experience reminded me of another encounter a few years ago with an American school teacher in South Africa. We happened to be visiting a rural school in Guateng at the same time and she was there with various hand-outs for the children: Kansas City baseball caps, t-shirts and sweets. She ran around the schoolyard with the children, frenzied, screaming, so happy she was out of control, as if high on drugs or alcohol. She then read letters from schoolchildren in Missouri (or somewhere equally parochial) sending their best wishes and hoping their African counterparts would like their gifts. The South African children then read their own letters expressing thanks to those far-off benefactors, no doubt busy on their PlayStations and iPads as those humble children spoke their heartfelt words. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Why should a child in Africa feel the need to be grateful to a child in the US or the UK or Japan? Is this not as much about power as trade barriers and wars for oil? And who is the real beneficiary (a word I detest in development language) here? It seems to me that these charitable souls are receiving far more than they’re giving. That’s not to say that what they are doing is necessarily wrong but we should disabuse ourselves of the notion that it is only one party doing the giving.

 

The Challenge                                                                                                                

The day after encountering the enigmatic Belgian I found myself in an IDP (internally displaced person) camp surrounded by 20 or 30 children, all trying to hold hands with, or feel the skin of, the strange Muzungu (‘white man’ in Kiswahili). Among them was a young girl who refused to let go of my hand and bounced up and down beaming at me, seeming oblivious to the bigger children jostling for space around her. She must have been about 3 years old and yet she was shorter than my own son who is not yet 18 months. Burundi is rated worst on the Global Food Security Index and has one of the highest stunting rates in the world, with over 50% of children under five being stunted (low height for age) as a result of malnutrition.

The people in the camp were accommodated there when their homes were destroyed by floods and landslides in February this year.  They were living in basic tents provided by aid agencies. I pulled aside the flap of one tent and peered inside. There was nothing except a pile of blankets and a few items of clothing: no possessions; no gadgets; no toys. Most of the camp residents were reluctant to go home. Why should they, when they had no house; no land; no hope? Aid agencies provide essential services in the camp such as shelter, water, sanitation and food for the under-fives, but what can charity do to improve their lives in the long term? Not a lot, perhaps.

 

I don’t believe in charity.                                                                                                  

In general, I don’t believe in charity. It creates dependency and obligation and is built on unequal power relationships. That might strange coming from someone who has worked in international development and humanitarian relief, in one capacity or another, for 20 odd years (some of them very odd!). There are two exceptions, however. The first is in an emergency situation, such as the camp described above, following a flood, earthquake or conflict. I have worked for two charities – Médecins Sans Frontières and Oxfam – and in both instances I worked in emergency settings, providing water and sanitation to refugees or populations affected by disasters.

The second exception to my ‘I don’t believe in charity’ rule is more complex. This is where services which could, or should, be provided by the government or society (although of course there is no such thing according to Margaret Thatcher) are not and charities fill the gap. This happens in developed countries as well as less-developed ones. For example, regional air ambulance services and the Royal National Lifeboat Institution in the UK are registered charities. Although even here it could be argued that Government should provide these services, for me, the critical issue is when the services that should be provided are the most basic: water, sanitation, education and healthcare. Supporters of charities will no doubt argue: ‘But governments are not providing these services so we have to!’ This may be true in some cases but governments definitely should be providing them and charity may even prevent them from doing so, as it allows them to abrogate responsibility to someone else.

 

Charitable foundations                                                                                                    

Of course, the current big thing in the charity world is ‘The Foundation’. There is now a plethora of foundations established by corporations, public figures and celebrities to help those less fortunate than themselves. All noble acts no doubt. But while I’m sure that all these businesses and individuals are genuine in their desire to help others (after all, it makes us feel good doesn’t it?) and they may even do some good for some people, one can’t help but wonder whether there’s often a bit too much ego involved and if it’s more about PR than anything else. Individual billionaires and multi-millionaires collectively commit billions of dollars every year to charitable foundations for good causes, including support to the poorest countries in the world. ‘This is good news, surely?’ I hear you protest. Well, yes it is. But then again, when you have several billion dollars a few billion more or less probably doesn’t make a whole lot of difference. The key question here is: why do individuals and corporations have so much more money than entire countries in first place? (The 85 richest people in the world have as much wealth as the 3.5 billion poorest.) And what makes rich people more qualified to make development decisions than governments, development agencies or communities themselves?

Warren Buffett, once the richest man on the world and still in the top four, is arguably the biggest giver to charity, having pledged more than $30 billion to the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation alone (kudos to Mr. Buffett that he decided to give much of his wealth to a foundation other than his own). How did he make his money? By moving money around. Some will argue (and have to me) that he has lent money to business ventures that have developed innovative technologies, some of which have saved lives. Perhaps. But the fact is that he has made his vast fortune by moving money here and then there, and here and then there, without directly producing anything tangibly useful to society (which I do believe exists, contrary to Thatcher’s claim). A highly intelligent man, no doubt; but in making his money has he really worked so much harder or contributed more to society than the subsistence farmer or coal miner who toils day-in day-out for so little reward? This is no criticism of him as an individual. He appears to be a modest man and is clearly committed to helping those less fortunate than himself, to the extent that he has stated that his children will not inherit a significant proportion of his wealth, which will go to charity instead. It is, however, a criticism of the system that allowed him to amass the wealth he has.

 

The Solution                                                                                                                      

The only true solution is a more equitable and just world built on a more equitable and just economic system. Note that I say ‘more’ equitable and just. I am not so naive as to believe we will all have exactly the same opportunities and same assets. Even communism failed on that one. But I am convinced that we can have a much more equitable state of affairs. This means true fair trade (not just a stamp on a packet of tea) whereby a fair price is paid for raw materials, which are – sometimes literally – the lungs of our planet. It means more respect and more value for natural resources, less materialism and less waste (the millions of plastic bottles discarded every day are sought after possessions in rural Burundi). It also means effective taxation and wealth distribution. The profit incentive for businesses need not be removed completely but social, ethical and environmental factors must come first, and taxes should meet all basic requirements for all citizens. The priority should be economic equity (not equality) rather than economic growth. For this to work, true accountability of leaders is also needed; not just through the ballot box, which has its own limitations, but through international mechanisms to ensure that states deliver basic social services. The International Criminal Court (ICC) should not just focus on war crimes but on economic crimes (such as those of leaders who fill their pockets while their compatriots struggle in extreme poverty) which can be just as horrific and last far longer.

Unless we have sweeping economic (and political) reform, what hope is there for that little girl in the IDP camp? Can charity enable her to hope for similar opportunities as I hope for my own son? And yet, I believe wholeheartedly that she should. This will mean ‘sacrifice’ for my son, but only in terms of less possessions, less consumerism and less extravagance. And I have no doubt that he would agree happily to this if given the facts young enough and sensitized to the destructive power of commercial materialism and corporate power. It is the fear of loss that maintains the status quo.

Charities will continue to do their work, as will international development agencies, but simultaneously we must go beyond this and push for revolution of the global economic system and power dynamics. With new information technologies and an increasing disconnect between real people and the established powers (corporate and governmental), the future must belong to the crowds. Relying on charity is like placing a band aid on a severed limb; it may stem the flow here and there, but we remain incomplete, lacking our essential humanity.

More on East Timor

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If you’re waiting for the dysfunctional relationship bit please hold on. But first East Timor, or Timor-Leste as it is now more commonly known, half an island in Southeast Asia, about 400 miles North West of Darwin, Australia. Despite its proximity to Australia, it is a world apart. I have not visited since the year 2000 when I worked there with Oxfam for six months but the experience left a lasting impression on me.  Firstly the landscape is beautiful, which seems at odds with the country’s recent history, as I attempted to capture in Indelible Scars:

“The road meandered high into the mountains and the sky was crystal clear, making it possible to see far along the coastline to the south and east, and to make out the numerous peaks of the mountain range to the north. It was a beautiful country: so lush and green, covered with tropical palms and ferns; the distant mountains shimmering blue, floating puffs of cumulus clinging to their slopes.

They trundled past nonchalant horses grazing by the roadside and deserted houses with neat flower gardens of vibrant oranges, reds and yellows. More than once they had to slow down to bypass a scrawny dog stretched out in the middle of the road. Joe was struck by the number of memorial crosses that lined the road and dotted the hillsides, constant reminders of the faith and fate of the people.“

East Timor was colonised by Portugal in the 16th century and is a Roman Catholic country in an Islamic archipelago, namely Indonesia.  Consequently, it has always been an outlier in the region, which is one of the reasons it has had a troubled history, at least in the second half of the 20th century. In November 1975, East Timor unilaterally declared its independence, but just a few weeks later in December 1975 it was invaded and occupied by Indonesia. Supposedly, the Indonesian government and its allies were fearful of an independent communist state in the region. Indonesia’s occupation of East Timor was typified by brutality and violence. It is estimated that more than 100,000 people were killed or died as a result of the occupation between 1974 and 1999. That equates to approximately one third of the population: proportionally more than were killed in Pol Pot’s genocide in Cambodia. Shockingly and sadly, Western powers were complicit in the Indonesian atrocities in East Timor: the USA effectively gave the green-light to the initial invasion and the UK became the biggest provider of arms to the Suharto regime.

Following the resignation of Indonesian President Suharto, a UN-supervised referendum on independence took place in August 1999, resulting in 78.5% of the population voting in favour of independence. This was met with a punitive campaign of violence by East Timorese pro-integration militia with the support of elements of the Indonesian military. An Australian-led international peacekeeping force was deployed and the administration of East Timor was taken over by the UN through the United Nations Transitional Administration in East Timor (UNTAET) in October 1999. I arrived in the country in November 1999. Fortunately, the worst of the violence was over by then, as the militia had largely retreated into neighbouring Indonesian West Timor, but there was still an atmosphere of tension and uncertainty and some isolated incidents continued. The defining issue of that time was the unearthing of atrocities, such as massacres and mass graves. I recall distinctly how most of the towns and cities had been virtually razed to the ground, buildings destroyed or burned:

“On reaching the highest point of the town, he climbed the water tower and surveyed the settlement spread out below him. From this vantage point the destruction was more apparent than ever. The town itself was little more than a blackened shell, a patchwork of broken buildings and discarded aspirations. He wondered what led people to wreak such havoc. What does anybody gain from such actions? How can they not consider the lives of those affected? He gazed towards the distant coastline and marvelled at the discordant juxtaposition of natural beauty and man-made carnage.”

Despite all this, the Timorese people I worked with were truly amazing in their resiliency, humour and warmth. Most of them spoke only Tetum (known as ‘the language of resistance’ during the Indonesian occupancy) so communication was an issue, and yet we laughed a lot, became very accomplished at monosyllabic exchanges accompanied by sign language, and we parted as friends. I recall how every single staff member insisted on coming to the airport to see me off when my contract came to an end (although perhaps that was because they wanted to make sure I actually left!).  I am proud of what we achieved together in rehabilitating water systems so that the population had access to safe water in that all too turbulent time. East Timor has now been a sovereign state for over a decade and has gradually found its own political and social stability. Vast offshore oil and gas fields in the Timor Sea offer the economic stability it also needs. I still have very fond memories of my time there and hope sincerely that I will return one day and be reunited with some of my former colleagues.

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Why ‘The Nodding Lizard’?

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Before I go any further I should, perhaps, clarify the reason behind the title of this blog. Those of you who have visited sub-Saharan Africa will no doubt be familiar with the red-headed rock agama, or rainbow agama (Agama agama), a species of lizard (pictured) which has the habit of continuously nodding its head. Tradition in Nigeria has it that this lizard grew up amid ungrateful people who would not praise it for the feat of jumping from a high Iroko tree without killing itself, therefore it nods its head in self-praise. So for the cynics among you, this blog is an exercise in self-praise and shameless self-promotion.

Not surprisingly, I prefer an alternative explanation based on a Ghanaian proverb: ‘The lizard may nod but all is not well.’ Being a gin-drinking enthusiast it is easy to sit back and watch the sunset with a gin and tonic in hand, happily nodding one’s head in quiet self-satisfaction. However, being a reluctant idealist it is impossible for me to do this too often without the nagging feeling that all is not well in the world. I don’t mean this in the sense of a doomsayer fixated on environmental catastrophe or thermonuclear war. I simply mean that while I am as good at enjoying myself as the next man, I have moments of reflection when the inequalities and inequities in society, ubiquitous greed and materialism, and the damage we are doing to our planet, simply seem overwhelming and make it incredibly hard to be optimistic. So, indeed, I may nod but all is not well.

By the way, just to be clear, that is definitely not to say that all is unwell.

Indelible Scars

My first novel Indelible Scars is currently being professionally edited and I am planning to start the search for a literary agent and publisher in 2014. I have already submitted it to a professional manuscript critique service and I was pleasantly surprised by the positive feedback. It is surprising how scary it can be, having worked on a manuscript for several years, to finally put it out there to be scrutinized, and potentially massacred, by a stranger. I am more than relieved to learn that I can write a compelling story that someone else may want to read. I realize, however, that this is just the first step and that finding a publisher is no mean feat.

So what is Indelible Scars all about? The novel tells the story of Joe.

Joe is young and idealistic, with a thirst for adventure and desire to make a difference in the world. When given the opportunity to travel to East Timor as an aid worker, he jumps at the chance, with no inkling of the dangers and dilemmas that await him.

 He is plunged into a world of atrocities and mass graves, where confronting human cruelty becomes an everyday occurrence. Yet wounds closer to home begin to haunt him and Joe soon realizes that his biggest challenge is not dealing with the horrors of Timor but with a much more personal threat. Under mounting pressure, he must choose:

to protect himself or protect another;

to tell the truth or live a lie;

 to hide the scars or let them heal.

Why is it set in East Timor? Well, I worked there for Oxfam in 1999/2000 and it was possibly the most rewarding experience of my life. Living conditions were hard (I slept on a concrete floor for 6 months, had no electricity and no fridge) but the Timorese I worked with and beauty of the country were compelling.

Where did the inspiration for the novel come from? I wanted to combine the experience of being an aid worker in Timor with the experience of living through a dysfunctional relationship – a strange combination perhaps but one which throws up conflicts and questions concerning what matters most in life.

The central thesis of the book is that we are inevitably moulded by negative experiences in our past, and the scars may never heal completely, but we can choose to overcome them and draw strength from them, or we can choose to cling to them and become defined by them.

More on the dysfunctional relationship later…..