I read a painful comment yesterday about charities and I am going to share pieces here with a link. It is NOT a comment about my time in Kenya specifically, but a comment about the developed world and it’s need to remain at the top of the human chain….and ignore its citizenry’s abuse of the people in the charity target countries, the poor and uneducated who live in thatched huts and so need our western ways and western systems and western money. Except those are the very things bringing in the harm because the invasion is not monitored.
But let me back up a step ….. Jane Bussman…..stumbled upon her article as I trolled the media’s handling of one of our Kenyan cases. I do not have her permission … yet…..to use her words, so read quickly in the event that my “ask later” policy backfires. She has writing credits for our beloved South Park, Colorado’s addition to the comedy genre. Brace yourselves, tender-spirited folk.
Jane Bussmann and her crass-cussing craziness hit home…..every single cuss word and all the words in between. I will someday expand on my experience with charities and the Industry of Poverty, because indeed it is an industry like so many corporations globally, replete with fraud and lying and misuse of funds and manipulation of the giving public, capitalizing on our need to be “good” and fix our souls.
For now, let us share a few of the excerpts that hit homeruns. The link at the end will allow you to read the full piece if you are so inclined.
I loved charities until I moved to Africa. In fact I wanted to work for a charity, any charity that would have me.
By charities, I don’t mean Mrs. Miggins and her mobile library van. Although there should be some authority somewhere on God’s green earth checking what Mr. Miggins is doing in the back of the van.
I landed in Northern Uganda, at a time when Joseph Kony’s kidnappers were picking off kids for sex slaves and the Ugandan army, when they could be arsed, were bombing the shit out of the kids and kidnappers alike. At first my hatred of charities was just a vague feeling. A sort of resentment of their total lack of urgency. An industry that finessed posters making me feel I had to send them money immediately so they could fix an emergency – people were starving, people were dying, people were being kidnapped – seemed very unwilling to do anything other than hold meetings about it. When I landed, I saw a bunch of fat bastards sat on their arses.
Eight years since I first wanted to work for a charity, I want the big ones banned. If someone needs to be good professionally, you have to ask why. . . .
Why would someone need to be seen as good if they weren’t a giant asshole? . . .
Politicians love charities because giving a pittance to a children’s ward in Africa makes them look like good people when they’re closing children’s wards back home.
Another charity, this time for Kenyan street kids, the Gilgil Trust has seen it’s founder using the charity as a cover for his alleged child sex crimes .. . .
Charities need the poor more than the poor needs them. . . .
It’s a front. A gut wrenchingly unpleasant front when it feeds off people who are really suffering. The poverty industry needs hungry Africans. Not the other way round. [edits applied]
Trust me when I tell you that your perception of “Africa” as a whole is probably VERY wrong if it comes from the media only. But then again, their perception of you is vastly wrong. During a Skype session in 2012 between my son and one of his friends in Colorado, I heard the comment, “You live in a sandbox, right?”
Very wrong perception if it comes from the media.
This is the topic in a comedy forum. Can you imagine it in a more serious venue?
I have a name for this “good white man” thing going around in Africa…but you will have to wait a few more weeks…until justice takes its course in the UK.