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Curing my incurable optimism

29 May ’10 5 Comments Written by Juliet Bennett

India is curing what my mentor used to call, my “incurable optimism.” I’m not it’s a good thing, it’s definitely a more depressing state of mind. But hey, the truth hurts. And I’d rather live and be aware of the truth, no matter how painful it may be, than live a lie or an illusion.

In Mumbai I picked up a book someone (sorry, I can’t remember who) recommended: Holy Cow! An Indian Adventure by Sarah Macdonald. And it is a god-send, assuring me that the horrors and the emotional rollercoaster I have been experiencing are nothing to write home about.

India is changing me in ways I least expected. I thought I’d become more passionate about poverty and yet instead I find myself more accepting of it. Just like when I was in Paris and eventually had to accept that it is better not to smile at people on trains, here I have no choice but to accept my social location as wealthy westerner and play out my role. I try as hard as I can not to look people in the eye as apparently only women who are prostitutes do that. I try not to cry when children with bits missing – ears, eyes, limbs, you name it – ask me for money.

I like Sarah Macdonald’s description of the shock:

‘A ghostly torso or a gaunt face with an expression straight from ‘The Scream’ rises up from the milky depths. Long, skinny Addams Family fingers rap on the window – death knocks from beggars. I shrink from the beings as if they’re lepers and then realise many actually are. Still freaked from seeing bits of people through the airport fence, I’m now scared by seeing people without bits.’ (p. 17.) 

Walking out of the airport was scary. The rest of the city was even scarier.

I guess it is normal to hate this place. It is normal to get completely ripped off. It is normal to be frightened and frustrated and freaked out. It is normal for your heart to break on sight of the shocking poverty. And it is normal to see it and then appreciate your own wealth. I may say to myself (and often write on this blog) that “money doesn’t matter to me” but I tell you one thing – I am glad I have it. 

I hate that life is so unfair. How is it that billions of people in our world live such harsh lives? Why am I so lucky to live my life doing the things I love doing, and never having to worry about a roof over my head? And how is it that I am stuck witnessing it, wanting to change it, but feeling helpless to do anything about it?

I feel as if I am surrounded by lose-lose situations. My friend tells me that if I give money to these children I am only feeding the mob behind it. My pity, or generosity or however you choose to see it, is only working to chop more bits off more children. The only alternative is to ignore them and feel the stare from hell burn my soul. Yeah I love India. Not.

Like many things in this world, you are damned if you do, damned if you don’t. How the heck did it get to this state? What was India like before the British? Before the Persians? Does this poverty have anything to do with me and the global capitalist system? Or is it a consequence of their religion, of the caste system that has allegedly, but obviously has not, been outlawed.

In reflection, I can see that I have slipped into a habit of possibly unnecessary self-criticism. I have been blaming the world’s problems – war, environment, poverty – on the present actions of the Capitalistic West and on our ancestors, who set up such a structurally violent system. But seeing the complex reality in India, where rich and poor live side-by-side, my convictions are weakening.

Capitalism may be completely unjust, but it seems to be a better product than anything else on the market. All human societies have had their problems: the hunters and gatherers wiped out species in periods as short as days, the Mayans sacrificed humans to appease their conception of god, and the Hindu caste system is evil and still living. Let’s face it: humanity has been f’d up for a long time. The west may be the present hegemonic force but to demonise it and suggest other civilizations have better systems may be a pointless idealistic pursuit.

Now I don’t know what I make of any of it. I don’t know how the rich and poor are connected. I don’t know how over-population can be stopped. I don’t know how the cycle of poor getting poorer and rich getting richer can be reversed. Again, Sarah’s description provides me some solace:

‘It’s rich and poor, spiritual and material, cruel and kind, angry but peaceful, ugly and beautiful, and smart but stupid. It’s all the extremes. India defies understanding, and for once, for me, that’s okay. In Australia, in my small pocket of my own isolated country, I felt like I understood my world and myself, but now, I’m actually embracing not knowing and I’m questioning much of what I thought I did know.’ (Holy Cow p. 123.)

At least I’m not the only one who comes to India and finds her understanding of the world turned upside down. One thing I do know is that the images and experience of these few days in Bombay – of people lacking limbs, and boys lacking ears, and even younger children knocking on the car window pleading for money – are permanently embossed in my mind. I’m sure they will continue to affect my thoughts, studies, and actions, in ways I can’t begin imagine. It is one thing to analyse and look for solutions to over-population and extreme-poverty on paper, but in reality, well… it just seems so utterly hopeless.

Optimism is being drained from my blood, and fast. 

That being said I suppose there has to be hope. All our values are cultural and conditioned to the lifestyle and way of thinking we grow up with. But we are adaptable. We can change. We just need a model that works. Then we can transition to it. But is their a model that works? Surely we can find one, can’t we? All civilizations can be looked through the lens of violence, or through a lens of peace and progression. Our environment and our awareness and understanding of ourselves and our environment, is constantly expanding. As it does we, like all animals in changing environments, are able to adjust and evolve, to recreate ourselves, our identities and our lives. I guess that note of hope means India hasn’t quite cured my incurable optimism. At least not yet 🙂

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5 Comments

  1. Donald
    29 May ’10    

    We’ve all heard the story of the man being ridiculed as he walked along the beach desperately throwing stranded starfish back into the sea before they died. His ridiculer said, “There are thousands of starfish on this beach, you’ll never make a difference.” The man replied as he threw another starfish into the sea, “I made a difference to that one.”

    The answer is that we make a difference one person at a time. The motivation must come from within, not from a massive government program.

    The model has been given over and over, but we, in our enlightened post modern intellectualism, crave a model that makes us the center of it all.

    The true model is the spirit of universal love, humility, peace, and service; but our egos reject it. Such a model can only come from God.
    Whatever God is to you, if you will search out this God, you will find this universal model. Find it, follow it with all your being, and live it every day.

    My personal God is trinitarian. God in Jesus Christ living in me by God’s Spirit. My model is the teachings of Jesus Christ.

    Find your God and begin living the universal model…. one person at a time….. and together, we’ll make a difference.

    Thank you so much Jet, for your blog and your posts. You’ve been my eyes and ears and heart (and laughter) on your journey.

    Safe travels.
    Peace, joy, and love,
    Donald

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  2. craig ball
    30 May ’10    

    Hey Miss
    Great post, looks like your developing those coping mechanisms that i learned about studying welfare years ago. But what away to do it. Still i admire you for going to India its not necessarily on my list of places to visit. Hopefully Nepal will be more fun. Its great to hear how your views of the world are slowly being shaped very honest and as usual thought provoking stuff. Your path to becoming a writer is certainly becoming clearer i think.
    No. 5

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  3. carolyn bennett
    30 May ’10    

    It certainly is very sad to see how a lot of people live, much harder to deal with when it is there right in front of you instead of a picture or on TV. What a learning curve!

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  4. Neerav
    30 May ’10    

    Have you ever tried contributing to Kiva eg: http://www.kiva.org/lender/neeravbhatt? Helping people one on one may make you more cheerful about the positive effect you’re having

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  5. Jem Meeson
    30 May ’10    

    Hi Sweetie
    It is great to read your fantastic writing- you express feelings that I don’t have the skills to.This givig money dilemma is an age old question and when said straight like that sounds really really harsh and hard. I would definately recommend people finding a local charity by talking to people and giving money there to a person instead- there are some good ones even in disorganised India. Otherwise children can be given food or medicine although this may compromise them if they spend too much time with you- they are likely to be punished by the gang leaders if they don’t bring in enough money.
    I wish you could spend time with us and see another side to this beautiful country- also if you go to the DNC in Nepal I think that will really help you with dealing with your feelings about children with limbs missing. They are disabled but seriously active and fantastic characters- it really makes you face the prejudices we all have spending time with them.
    Of course the other side of it is seeing richness in other areas of life that aren’t monetary- but I think you have to fall in love with India to be tht optimistic about it! Sorry for my rambling thoughts!
    Jem

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