To whom much is given …. imagination and poverty

It’s BAD day (blog action day) around the world and this year’s action revolves around poverty. BAD is a day when privileged people like me, who have access to a computer and the internet, can add fuel to the (sadly only lukewarm it seems) debate on the haves and have nots, on privilege, social justice and responsibility. We sit down, we tap out our opinions, not without some guilt I suspect, as we sip a fresh-brewed coffee made from clean water. But of course BAD is good. Whatever our motivation we the ordinary-privileged should reflect upon this challenge to our humanity, and do something about it. Our imaginations and our reach need stretching in what our Prime Minister calls dangerous economic times … a crisis brought on by irresponsibility, greed and ‘extreme capitalism.’

What on earth can I say or do as an individual about poverty? What I can add to this debate is neither ground-breaking nor especially original. I am sure today there are posts that are far more inspiring … I hope so. But this is a personal response because that is what I believe is needed. BAD has forced me to think about poverty and my relationship to it during this day … indeed it is now BAD+1 where I’m writing from in Australia … it’s taken me that long to come around to putting words down. I thought even of not writing anything as a response, but of course that serves no purpose whatsoever. The very community here is what supports us all. Here is what I have been thinking through during the past 24 hours or so.

Like many privileged people, I have acquired the materialistic bug over the years. I like shiny things, gadgets, being what I call ‘comfortable.’ No these are not the basics: food, water, shelter; I’ve never lived below that economic marker that politicians and social workers call the poverty line. I am privileged through accident of birth, the acquisition of a good education, and a career that has helped to pay for those nice things in life. I am privileged through family and friends, acquaintances and where I live. I can travel freely, live in a society that gives me as a woman and a citizen freedom of a kind unknown in many other places. What is my responsibility then to those who have none of these things? Do I have a responsibility? My education, moral and social inclinations tell me that yes, I do. The frustration is how to do something … anything to make a difference. Do I believe that one person can  make a difference to a subject as appalling as poverty? Yes I do.

The problem is that many, and I include myself here, find themselves somewhat shockingly, to be immune to images and even to the reality of material poverty amongst others. I flick the channels at the sight of yet another child ravaged by malnutrition, homelessness, injury in some godforsaken part of the world ‘out there.’ Over the years I have sponsored children through World Vision, give to other local care charities … cast off clothing and goods, books to be sold on or to assist. I’d rather give something I don’t want or need any more than sell. Perhaps that indicates some residue of generosity. But I feel I am not sufficiently generous any more. I do feel paralysed by the inertia of the size of global poverty. If I have the philosophical belief in the power of one, then what can this one person do?

Like the movement to take some responsibility for the global warming crisis, there needs a personal response that is meaningful and appropriate to the individual, and it needs perhaps to take us face to face with the real tragedy of poverty … to see for ourselves. I wonder if we had the ‘beam me up’ technology of StarTrek, if we could somehow materialise ourselves into the middle of a refugee camp or a slum or the empty kitchen of a fellow citizen would our behaviours change … and for how long? Living simply so others might simply live is another mantra that is attractive and possible for individuals. The price of a meal a week given to a charity would be meaningful; I remember setting up a 40 Hour Famine group in my last year or so of school some 40 years ago now and being met with hostility by the parents of my fellow students. It wasn’t healthy apparently! Maybe … but it was effective in bringing the power of our imaginations and reality together.

Whatever I can do … with cash, goods, by living a little simpler and resisting the lure of more nice things, lobbying any politician out there, through volunteering to assist in adult literacy … because there is poverty of another kind when a man or woman cannot read … is what I have been thinking about doing on this Blog Action Day.

I’ve not polished or edited this post very much and I’d ask you to see it more in the nature of a diary entry to myself. Thank you for reading this far.

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Author: Kate Wilson

Actor, director, teacher, dabbler with paint, serial traveller.

5 thoughts on “To whom much is given …. imagination and poverty”

  1. Hi Kate!
    Wonderful and personal post. Thought very much along the same lines as you and pondered for a long while what I could contribute too.
    Many thanks for sharing!

  2. Kia ora Kate!

    You write my kind of post.

    If you think it took you long enough to get round to write the post, it took me even longer to find it. And I've got your blog site on my RSS Reader!

    I agree with you that there are many facets of poverty – the wants of human existence – not just cash in the pocket, roof over head, shoes on feet, or fresh clean drinking water. Sometimes the poverty need is in companionship or even self-esteem.

    Depression, a sufferance borne by many, is also a tragic poverty – of happiness and contentment. Money is often not the solution in these cases.

    But you see, if I had not read your post, I may never have thought of it the way I've expressed it here. So one person CAN make a difference to poverty.

    I'm now going to go and find someone who needs cheering up 🙂

    Ka kite
    from Middle-earth

  3. Ken. Thanks for your kind words. Yes, poverty comes with many faces
    and you reveal a few here. Small steps, one at a time, day by day by
    individuals can alleviate these things if we really try.

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