My fabulous roommate, Pasta, does sustainable livelihoods work in Chennai slums. She comes home each evening with mostly hilarious accounts of the day’s events. Sometimes, there’s a USAID audit and senior members of her organization are being taken to court, other times community workers are devising plans to invite Prabhudeva to an awards ceremony for the women’s self-help group. Such things make us laugh uproariously and slap our thighs with a gosh-darn-it-will-they-ever-learn.
Recently, she told me of her visit to Tsunami Nagar that left me depressed for days. When entire fishing communities lost their homes and businesses to the tsunami, a new settlement (i.e. slum) called Tsunami Nagar was built to rehabilitate them. Miles inland in the Chennai suburb, the fisherpeople were unable to access the sea, (i.e. their source of income and food). At the slum, they were forced to deal with sanitation and space issues that they had never encountered before. She was blunt, the slum resembled a toilet. Tsunami Nagar was apparently burned down in protest last year. The slum has been relocated a total of 3 times without a single improvement in conditions. Tsunami Nagar is supposed to be a temporary settlement before they get moved into permanent tennements which are built on the side of a hill resulting in the bottom houses getting submerged every monsoon season.
I consulted my friend Google and damn near fell off my chair when I found this Indian Express article (Jan 19th 2007):
"At least 35 women of Tsunami Nagar, where tsunami affected persons live in temporary shelters, were reported to have sold their kidneys for about Rs 40,000 to overcome financial problems, and were operated on in two private hospitals in Madurai." [link]
The aftermath of the tsunami saw the single largest global relief effort in history (an unqualified opinion); there was a sense of solidarity and humanity when people tuned in to their TV sets and really felt like they needed to do something. We felt connected to each other, didn’t we? I feel as though Tsunami Nagar represents the failures of the development sector. The intention is there, there is no denying that development agencies are crucial though subject to ridiculous bureaucracy which is the source of their limitations - but it’s time for reform. We need to start again, we need to hold true to the rhetoric of partnership building, we need to take capacity building seriously and not turn it into development jargon and mostly we need more common sense.
I am not deterred, lest you be mistaken. I am frustrated due to my head-on collision with How Things Really Work, but not deterred. They don’t teach you everything in a lecture hall, but that’s why there’s still room to learn. You have to be strong to be a foggy idealist but you have to be even stronger to maintain foggy idealism through head-on collisions.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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3 comments:
Wow, depressing. I can only imagine how an idealist such as yourself is taking that. Selling kidneys sounds pretty fatal to me, in a place where basic sanitation is a serious concern. Can people even live without one? Wait, is kidneys the thing we have 2 of?
Btw, I'm sure he or she is a nice person, but Pasta is a pretty funny name. hahaha. Imagine if you had a friend named tomato sauce.
Ya ya, I'm done now.
Her name isn't really Pasta, you dork! It rhymes with "pasta".
Oh... right.
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