Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Struggles


First I apologize to those of you who have been following this blog and have wondered about the lack of entries over the past two months.  I have been struggling with writing what I have been thinking.

Struggles.  Living here in Southern Africa, next door to the Republic of South Africa with its history of apartheid, I find myself often contemplating a troubling question.  If I had been born white in apartheid South Africa instead of in Canada what would my response to apartheid have been?  Would I have joined those who were actively supporting and entrenching the power and privilege of the white minority?  Would I have been amongst those who simply accepted and supported the stability of the status quo?  Would I have disapproved of the intent and excesses of apartheid, but continued to enjoy its privileges?  Or, would I have joined those in the white community who risked personal safety and financial wellbeing to actively oppose and obstruct a system that conveyed wealth and privilege to the few, while denying opportunity and dignity to the many. 

My current struggle:  As I am faced daily with the awareness of the immense and growing disparity in the world, what will my response be?  I was born white in a western country where I enjoy a disparate amount of the world’s wealth and opportunity. So how do I respond?  How should I respond?  Do I simply accept that such is the way things are, and carry on enjoying my wealth and privilege?  Will I do something to confront this massive inequity, including challenging others to also consider their response?  Am I prepared to risk, while not personal safety, at least the indignation and possible alienation of friends and family?  It has been this risk of offending that I have cowered behind, avoiding my blog and my writing.  But after a conversation with one of my sons, I was challenged to take the risk, and try to pull my disparate thoughts together in a fashion that somehow conveys my struggle and my disquiet.

A book I am reading is challenging me to move beyond simply accepting the way things are.  The book, The Hole is Our Gospel1 presents the story of a man called by God to walk away from his Jaguar, his ten bedroom house, his first class travel to Paris, Tokyo, London and Florence2, to accept a 75% cut in pay3 and to become the CEO of a Christian relief and development organization.  The author has some pointed questions and observations about our western society.  He is writing about American culture, but what he says is applicable to many western cultures, I believe, including my Canadian culture.  Recent news article have also added to my disquiet.

Disparity.  A recent news article about the U.S. pointed out that Americans’ expenditures for their pets now exceed $50 billion per year4.  The U.S. government’s budget for foreign aid (including military aid) is $49 billion5.  America’s citizens spend more money pampering their pets than their country spends to sponsor fresh water, basis health services, and education in developing countries around the world.

I also recently learned that every iPad sold generates $8 for the workers who put it together, while earning a profit of $150 for Apple and its shareholders6.  Meanwhile in factories that supply Apple products workers die in explosions, commit suicide, are exposed to dangerous chemicals, are employed as underage workers, and at times receive less than the minimum wage7.  I do not intend to single out Apple, some years back in was Nike8, and many other corporations that provide consumer products are guilty of similar practices9.

The Hole in Our Gospel author, Richard Sterns, makes many challenging point.  In world wide terms most of us in western economies are well within the top 10% of wage earners world wide10, and in Red Deer, where I am from, with a median family income of $75,00011, well over 50% of the families are in the top 1% world wide.  Forget “Occupy Wall Street”, we are the 1%.  Sterns, then makes the following comment:

If you don’t feel rich, it’s because you are comparing yourself to people who have more than you do … .  It’s also because we tend to gauge whether or not we are wealthy based on the things we don’t have.  If we think we need a bigger house or apartment, a nicer car, more clothes, or the ability to go out for dinner more often, we don’t feel “rich”.12  

The largest employer in Lesotho is the garment industry, manufacturing blue jeans for the North American consumer.  Thousands of Basotho toil in factories, earning $120 Cdn per month. And it is not as if unionization could make a difference.  In their pursuit of profit, companies simply threaten to move their manufacturing to Bangladesh where wages are reputedly significantly lower.  Like the iPad story, who really profits from the Basotho people's labour?  Would I be willing to pay an additional $2 on a $50 pair of jeans if I knew that the producer would pass that on to the workers in Lesotho, or Bangladesh, so that workers might earn a salary remotely able to lift their family out of extreme poverty?

Lesotho is a land of orphans.  Numbers are difficult to pin down.  About the best I can conclude is that some 220,000 children13are orphaned.  Somewhere between 1 in 5 children have lost at least one parent, while the number of double orphans, those who have lost both parents, is around 1 in 20. 

I have read that development aid often misses those families that are most in need.  A school bursary for double orphans administered by the government of Lesotho is one such program.  The bursary is available to all double orphans.  However, the details of the program are announced over local radio – something many poor families do not own.  Of those that do, many do not have the extra few dollars (maloti) for transportation to obtain the needed forms or to submit applications.  Orphans that are truly in need are unable to benefit from a basic right, education.  Without education, their hope for a better future recedes from reach.  Might $2 per pair of jeans offer even a few children a bit more hope?

Each day I awake to a world of disparity and despair.  Through the randomness of my birth place I awaken each day in the top 10% of the economically wealthy and am spared the despair and hopelessness of those on the other extreme.  Does the randomness of my birth location absolve me from being concerned for those with less resources and less opportunity?  True, if there was less corruption in Lesotho and elsewhere, the chasm between those on the top and those on the bottom might be less.  True, the $120 per month earned by a Mosotho, or the $8 per unit shared by the iPad workers means they are better off than having no job.  But, is rationalization to be the extent of my response?  What would Christ’s response be?

Stearns makes the pointed statement that in our western world we view our wealth as an entitlement.  Stearns' summation of a prevalent attitude, “I worked hard, I earned it, and it’s mine to do with as I please.”14 are an echo of words I remember hearing many years ago from a person I knew - words of entitlement.  How different from Jesus’ perspective in the parable of the talents, where the servants were entrusted with wealth and were required to give an accounting15.  How unlike Jesus’ point in the parables of the rich man and Lazarus and of the sheep and goats. In these stories, those who had been entrusted with wealth were judged, harshly, for not using their wealth to lessen the distress of the hungry, the thirsty, the hurting, and the homeless.

Through no effort on my part, I happen to be from a culture and country of wealth and opportunity.  There, I and my fellow citizens are, for the most part, in the top 10% of wage earners worldwide.  How am I to respond?  Do I actively look for excuses to not share my good fortune?  ‘They’ are lazy, corrupt, make poor decisions.  Or, is it that I need a newer this or that.  Do I begrudge my government’s commitments to international aid?  Do I embrace the business dictum of maximum profit?  Do my actions and attitudes actively support a world order where the average annual household expenditures (not income, expenditures) in my home town can be $102,403116 while the typical family in Lesotho must make do on $1400 Cdn per year17.

Maybe I don’t do anything to actively promote this disparity, but do I accept it and avoid doing anything that might jeopardize the pleasures and products I enjoy simply as a consequence of my birth locale?  Or, while I recognize the disparity, maybe I argue, “What can one person do anyways?”

Or will I take seriously the perspective that I have been entrusted with my wealth and someday will be faced with giving an account of what I did with it?  Will I allow this perspective to influence my lifestyle in such a way that I create more time and space and funds to support the poor, the orphan, the widow, and the oppressed.

Ezekiel had something interesting to say about Sodom, a city whose inhabitants many of us condemn for their sexual licence.  Ezekial wrote

“Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. They were haughty and did detestable things before me.”  ( Ezekial 16:49,50)

Is it possible that the ‘detestable things’ the overfed, unconcerned and arrogant Sodomites engaged in, derived from a greater shortcoming - their indifference to the plight of the poor and needy?  When I turn away from the poor and needy, the orphan and the widow, to indulge my own wants and desires, do those wants and desires eventually become ‘detestable things’?  Is it just an interesting coincidence in our overfed and seemingly unconcerned culture, that in a study of American men who procured sex, the researchers could not find a control group of 100 men who did not purchase some kind of pornography or sex service?18

Given what I know and what I have seen, what now will I do?  That is my struggle in part.  Do I ask my pension fund or mutual funds dealer to only invest in companies with a clear policy opposing the exploitation of workers?  Will I respond to news information about unfair labour practices by reconsidering whether I buy a company’s product?  Better yet will I write the company expressing my concern about their labour practices?  Will I forego a small pleasure such as a trip to the movies?  Will I make due with a smaller, older something rather than buying the latest newer, bigger and better model?  On my next vacation will I consider a couple of nights in my tent, rather than a B&B?  Will I then redirect my savings to an organization locally or abroad that is doing something I support to reduce the disparity of wealth and opportunity in our world?

My struggle has also been to risk your indignation and ire as another irksome voice, inviting you too to ask, “What will I do?”

~ Benno ~

1 Richard Stearns, The Hole in Our Gospel (Nashville: Thomas Nelson, 2009,2010)
2 Ibid, pg 8
3 Ibid, pg 50
10 Stearns, pg 215
12 Stearns, pg 215, 216
14 Stearns, pg 204
15 Matthew 25
17 https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/geos/lt.html 

Friday, 9 March 2012

Nets and Togetherness

Just a quick anecdote...and a fun little story about family...

'M'e Lerato has been building a house and her family moved into this 'work in progress' last month. It's not finished so the walls are not sealed--to say the least--and even if they were, the way windows are (screenless) here the mosquitos can be rampant at night. She's been complaining about how bad they are, so I said to Benno last week, "Next time you have to run into Bloemfontein (the big city) see if you can buy a mosquito net. We'll give it as a house-warming gift."

Our mosquito net is invaluable, and we appreciate being able to lay in bed and listen to the humming, buzzing...from the OTHER side--well protected! That's why I knew how much 'M'e Lerato's family would appreciate one.

So, the gift was purchased and given yesterday.

This morning 'M'e Lerato is marvelling at how wonderful it was NOT to be eaten alive last night! "Everyone wanted inside that net," she reported. So there was the whole family piled in for protection from the bugs. I just chuckled to her, picturing this, and we both had a good laugh about how the net is bringing the family together.

Nothing like a mosquito net to bring a family CLOSE!