How do we help?

Rwanda, like the other countries my fellow WDI interns are working in this summer, is a place with great need, a place where daily life for many bears none of the ease we are used to in America. The signs of hardship here can be deeply graphic. People here tend to talk about the 1994 genocide in the vaguest of terms, and yet each day on my walk across the bus station, through the market, and up the stairs to my office, I’m confronted with beggars whose bodies bear heart-wrenching evidence of the atrocities: amputated legs, missing hands, swollen feet, scarred faces . They reach their hands up, calling out, “Sister, please” as I walk by. While walking downtown with a friend, we were surrounded by a group of young children, maybe five or six years old, who followed us down the street, saying “Madam, I am suffering. Give me money.” And one evening last week as I was walking home, a teenage boy began walking along side me, asking me if I knew of anywhere he could get a job and whether I could give him even 50 francs ($0.10) so he could buy food to eat that night.

Like most people here, they assume that since I’m a light-skinned foreigner, I am wealthy – and by the standards of living here, I am, despite the fact that back home I’m a student with no income and plenty of debt. So far, I’ve responded to these requests the same way I would at home – I keep walking, maybe averting my eyes or shaking my head and saying “sorry” as I continue on. At home, I rationalize these choices through my (intermittent) volunteer work and support of organizations that provide services to those in need. The logical side of me rationalizes that giving money to one individual isn’t going to solve the real problem and that established organizations have greater capacity to address the root causes. Somehow, here that distinction doesn’t sit with me quite as well. I could very well have spared the money the teenage boy asked for, or handed over the orange that sat in my bag. And yet I didn’t – why, I’m not exactly sure. It’s partially the lesson that’s been deeply engrained in me during my previous travels – if you help one person, you’ll be surrounded by others expecting you to help them as well. There is certainly an element of fear about putting myself in a situation that spirals out of control, but I think there’s something else at work as well.

There was a recent article in the New York Times about Honolulu’s response to a growing homeless population. Many of the policies focus on moving the homeless population out of the prime tourist area of Waikiki: a twisted version of the old saying “Out of sight, out of mind.” Like Honolulu, Rwanda is also struggling with how to address the needs of its people while creating an environment that appeals to tourists, one of the country’s target growth sectors; while I haven’t read much about the policies here, what I’ve heard suggests that they share some commonalities with those in Hawaii. As I read the NYT piece, I found myself agreeing deeply with a quote in the article from Jerry Jones, executive director of the National Coalition for the Homeless, who asks, “Have we gotten so out of touch with reality that our first reaction to people experiencing destitution that it spoils our view of the beach?” – how can it be that even in America, our response to homelessness is to simply move the homeless to some place less intrusive, as if it the situation is their fault alone? And yet I recognize the tension between my reaction to the article and my silent wishes that I could just walk to work without being asked for money by the destitute of Rwanda , that the need here didn’t confront me so directly, or even that I could truly believe that I don’t have the capacity to help , which would allow me to go back to the plausible deniability I’ve established at home.

That last one is a strange thought for me to have: I’ve always thought of myself as a compassionate person, thoughtful about how I choose to help, but certainly eager to help when I have the power to do so. There are two things that have defined my path in life for just about as long as I can remember: finding the right person to share my life and create a loving family with (I love you and miss you, Tyler) and working in a career that allows me to improve some corner of the world, to make life better for someone. That second goal is part of what drew me to a WDI internship in the first place: I wanted to have the opportunity to use the skills I've acquired in grad school improve lives, to make a difference. And my work here does do that: over the next month and a half, Nuru will provide clean, affordable lighting to 20,000 households and establish 130 village businesses in rural Rwanda that will provide a sustainable source of income to their communities – impressive numbers to be sure. Yet, given the depth of need that confronts me each day, it feels insufficient. 

I’m not sure how I’m going to deal with these situations going forward – I don’t think my heart can bear continuing to walk by without responding, and yet I’m conscious of the fact that simply throwing money at these situations also won’t really help. So I’m posing the question to my fellow interns and other readers of this blog: How do you handle these situations? How can we help in a responsible manner? And how do we manage the heartbreak of knowing we can never help everyone? 

A Reflection on Maya Angelou and Yuri Kochiyama

Week 1

Jodi-Ann Burey

Seattle, WA

Lilongwe, Malawi

Seattle, WA

My WDI Global Impact internship started last week in Seattle, WA. I was in my hotel room getting ready for my second day at work when I heard about Dr. Maya Angelou’s passing on CNN. She’s been one of my favorite poets for as long as I can remember— probably since I was tasked to write a report on her in grade school, which apparently my mother still has on the bookshelf in the basement of her house. 

As the East Coasters started to rise, my Facebook newsfeed flooded with photos, articles, videos and quotations from Dr. Angelou. It was only after receiving the following image, texted to me specifically by dear friend, that I truly felt the impact of this tragic loss and how Dr. Angelou’s work has influenced my life:

Dr. Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014

If you can’t see the image text, it says “I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass.” Now, these aren’t the most famous, quoted words spoken by Dr. Angelou, nor is it flowery in its description of the harshness of life. But sometimes, some things just can’t be prettied. To me, the rich beauty of these words lies in its frankness and directness. It’s to say, you know what? For people on the margins (embodied here as a young girl), at times things will just suck for you. Life may be unjust and the rules were not made to work in your favor. Acknowledge it. Face it. Call it by name. At the same time, be resilient. Be innovative. Find grit. Find passion. Take those barriers head on. Make things happen. This is Dr. Angelou’s legacy for me and quite frankly, the only way I know how to navigate myself in this world.

Yuri Kochiyama, 1921-2014

Yuri Kochiyama, another influential American human rights activist, also passed away this week. Yuri was a powerhouse who embodied the concepts of community and solidarity by aligning herself with Japanese, Puerto Rican and black communities as well as other marginalized groups. In fact, she was the one who held Malcolm X’s head after he was fatally shot. Her work became transformative to my approach to intercultural community outreach and relationship building. She inspires an openness to speaking and working across differences, which I believe is critical to solving many social, political and economic issues.

So what does this all have to do with my internship in Malawi? 

Everything.

Maya and Yuri’s legacies of love, resilience and grit cannot go unmentioned. They were not spectators to inequality. They were activists. I believe that what they stood for constitutes the very core of global health— that we all bear the responsibility to those on the margins and must collectively activate our resilience and grit and to be innovative, compassionate, selfless and tenacious to help improve the outcomes of that community, which serves to uplift us all. Without these women, and lessons learned from many others, I probably would not be in Malawi right now. 

As a WDI Global Impact intern, I have been tasked to conduct an organizational assessment for the Malawian field offices of VillageReach, a Seattle based NGO that provides innovative health solutions to “last mile” communities. While my project is certainly process-oriented, I think that it’s important for me, particularly during this first week, to reflect on the larger impact of my work and the work of VillageReach overall. Let's chalk this up to my Jesuit indoctrination of great discernment and introspection-- "be attentive, be reflective, be loving". Even in name, “global health” is not an isolated field. The “on-the-ground” work connects to a much larger impact of improving the health of a community which can truly transform the state of a nation. Coincidentally, the day I find myself with these ideas, which was the same day I arrived to Malawi, was the inauguration day of Malawi’s new president, Peter Mutharika (who unseated Malawi’s first female president Joyce Banda).

In some odd way, I feel encouraged by the passing of these two icons because my generation will now be charged to fill the void and continue to work with and for others who remain at the margins- in the United States AND abroad. My project with VillageReach is undoubtedly just a small mustard seed in that gargantuan task. But I’m here … doing something … trying to gain a more truthful understanding of the world and where to find my place in it. The impact I can make as an intern here is sure to be a critical beginning for a long journey ahead.