Wednesday, April 2, 2014

What's the noun for selfish?

I know the one for "hypocritical" is hypocrite.


I took a self-portrait in Haiti.

I'm not a fan of international mission work.  To me, there's plenty of work to be done right here in America, the additional cost of traveling to exotic locales to "help" the locals is money wasted.  As a guy who likes to explore new places, combining an exploration with self-aggrandizing work is ridiculous.  If I'm there to look around, I certainly don't want to be trapped in one location, interacting only with the people who regularly deal with white Americans who can (only just) successfully hold a hammer the right direction.
But they are photogenic doing it.
Now, I did come to a sudden, and unpleasant, realization while I was in Haiti.
Filthy, and gorgeous.

A group of missionaries was there, building houses out in the country.  For several days, I listened to them laugh about how bad the men were at putting in windows, and how the locals had to go back and fix them directly after.  How can they justify being there? Not only are they taking construction jobs from locals, but they can't even manage that properly. They're just wasting time.

Bitch, I ain't got time for that bull.

So why did I go to Haiti?  For myself, mostly.  An excerpt from my application for my clinic abroad:

One of the biggest reasons I decided to become a physical therapist was the ability to do the job anywhere in the world where people live.  Travel and exploration are a huge part of my life, and I fully expect to live in other countries.  This clinic would give me the opportunity to participate in therapy in a setting far different from anything the USA has to offer.

Not to help the less fortunate, or to learn my place as a global citizen, or gain valuable perspective on my White American Privilege.   To help me decide where I want to work in the future.

It's important to note - places like Frankfurt also count as "other countries" I could practice in.

So I don't feel bad about it.  And maybe I actually provided some benefit to Haiti while I was there - we didn't really take jobs anyone else was looking to fill, and hopefully some people are better musculo-skeletally than they were before I showed up.  But mostly, it reinforced the idea that I don't have to be in America forever. I love it here, and it will always be my home, but I can't shake the idea that I need to spend a few years somewhere else.

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