charity – Nick Grant

Nick Grant

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  • Changing the World for the Better

    This is a story about maximising impact…

    Tent

    Assuming that you care about leaving the world in a better state than you found it, which of course you do not, the topic is an interesting one to explore as a thought experiment, given that the real-world possibility of you or I making any meaningful sacrifices in noble pursuit of a better world, is precisely zero.

    So, let me quickly explain all the ways that you think you are making the world better, but you are not: recycling, buying a more economical car, thinking that your child[ren] will be the next Einstein[s] and will solve the climate crisis, sponsored fun-runs, charity giving, sharing stuff on social media, hand-wringing, deluding yourself that your tight-fistedness regarding the radiator thermostat is in any way motivated by man-made climate change, and not sheer unadulterated selfish money-grubbing greed.

    Fundamentally, you and I will make so-called ‘changes’ to our lives, as long as we don’t have to change anything at all. We will happily tick an online checkbox which says “make my flight carbon neutral” so long as the amount of money it costs is so little that we don’t notice it at all. We will buy products which claim to be eco-friendly, so long as they don’t impact our household finances. We will drive a more economical car, because it costs us less money to fill up with fossil fuel, and it drives just the same as one which makes no such pious claim.

    Then, we must consider those who have dedicated their lives to charity work.

    We must admit, in all truth, that charity has had a very long time to prove its worth, and has yet failed to make any meaningful difference to the world: hunger, poverty, deprivation, preventable disease and other man-made catastrophes are more prevalent than ever, and additionally there is famine and a refugee crisis brewing, which will affect billions, as a result of man-made climate change, which charities – such a Greenpeace – have failed to arrest, despite their long-lived popularity and vast sums of donations which are received every year.

    From examination of the data, the conclusion is inescapable: the charity sector is run almost entirely for the benefit of those who work within it. Sure, a few people are helped, in order to maintain a flimsy façade of plausibility, but the data is too overwhelming: charities whose mission is to eradicated poverty, are not eradicating poverty; charities whose mission is to eradicate hunder, are not eradicating hunger; charities whose mission is to eradicate preventable disease, are not eradicating preventable disease.

    I’m sorry to be uncharitable, but charity has been an abysmal failure.

    I’m sure that those who work in the charity sector are very full of themselves and their work, no doubt buoyed by the heart-rending stories of a the handful of individuals who were the one-in-a-million that actually got helped. However, looking at the big picture: the only success of charity, is as a useful way for capitalism and its supporters, to pretend like they’re doing something about the problems it creates. It is extremely cheap for a large multinational corporation, to spend a tiny fraction on corporate and social responsibility, and to milk that for all the PR opportunities it presents.

    Fundamentally, charity is aiding and abetting society’s ills; charity is perpetuating and endorsing human misery; charity is propping up a status quo, which creates the very problems which it declares as its charitable mission to eradicate.

    There are some very well-meaning well-intentioned and very smart people who work in the charity sector, undoubtedly, but the data is dismal; the prognosis is stark… charity has failed, completely and utterly, except as a lickspittle of capitalism, allowing things to get as bad as they have done.

    The solutions are twofold: firstly, the smart people need to quit charity work, and get into the multinational corporations, to muzzle those dangerous beasts; to give those amoral entities a moral compass. Secondly, the smart people need to quit charity work and get into governments, to muzzle those dangerous beasts, and give politics a moral compass.

    We cannot have it, where all the smart humans with a conscience are neatly compartmentalised into a sector where they can be easily controlled and marginalised, except as a useful vehicle for corporate PR. We cannot have it, where corporations and governments, are entirely staffed by conscience-lacking avaricious selfish greedy humans, entirely without internal opposition from colleagues.

     

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  • Make Poverty History

    This is a story about bang for your buck…

    Small change

    The churches have their tithes. The government have their taxes. The world has charities. It’s pretty clear that these systems of wealth distribution and assistance for impoverished and vulnerable people, have spectacularly failed.

    Tonight, I’m going to eat my dinner. Eating my dinner is something I want to do. Eating my dinner is something I enjoy. I get a kick out of eating my dinner.

    So, why don’t I start a Just Giving charity fundraising page, so that people can sponsor me to eat my dinner? You can sponsor me to go to work. You can sponsor me to go for a little jog around the park, having a lovely time waving at everybody. You can sponsor me to jump out of an aeroplane. You can sponsor me to abseil down a cliff. Even though you’ll be donating to whichever charity I’ve chosen, it won’t make any difference to the world.

    You want to make a difference, right?

    You buy Fairtrade coffee, bananas and chocolate. You recycle your bottles, plastic containers and cardboard. You give £10 a month via direct debit to the Red Cross. You throw your loose change into a collection bucket, when somebody jangles one in front of your face. You went to a pop concert one time, that was supposed to end poverty once and for all.

    Maybe you work for a charity. Maybe you do volunteering. Maybe you organise bring & buy jumble sales. Maybe you bake cakes and sell them to raise money. Maybe it’s you who is chugging the collection tins and getting people to reach for their wallets.

    However, have you considered whether what you’re doing is effective?

    Clearly, whatever you’re doing, it’s not effective. Poverty is not history. In fact, wealth inequality is growing to unprecedented levels.

    There are a number of ways we justify our inaction:

    • “I do my bit”
    • “I already give what money I can afford”
    • “I already give what time I can spare”
    • “I can’t help everybody”
    • “It won’t make any difference. The world is a cruel place. Life is hard”
    • “The world is overpopulated. Africans should stop having babies”
    • “That’s just the way things are”
    • “We’ve got to look after our own”
    • “Charity begins at home”

    On closer examination, these beliefs are delusional, and only serve to prop up the status quo. All the reasons for inaction boil down to the same thing: “I’m not going to do any more until other people do too”.

    We are in a rat race. We are desperately trying to not lag behind the other rats in the race. We are desperately trying to keep up.

    The mega wealthy race ahead, while our incomes stagnate. Since the 1980’s the average wage increase has been just 40%, but for the wealthiest, their income has increased nearly 300%. As a proportion of their income, the wealthiest share less than ever. The wealthiest guard their income from taxation. The wealthiest spend a very small proportion of their income, meaning that it never enters the economy.

    All humans need clothes. A poor person buys a £30 pair of jeans. 20% of the ticket price of those jeans is VAT, so the poor person paid £5 in tax. Let’s say that the poor person earned £100 on the day that they bought the jeans. That means their effective tax rate was 5%, on clothes that they needed to buy. If a rich person bought the same pair of jeans, and they earn £1,000 a day, then their effective tax rate is 0.5% for the clothes that they need. A much smaller proportion of the rich people’s income goes on essential items like food and clothing. As a proportion of their income, the amount of tax that the rich pay is tiny.

    We can’t afford the rich.

    The rich are responsible for an expensive army and police force, in order to maintain the status quo and protect their wealth. The rich are responsible for deciding to bomb brown people to bits, in order to maintain conflict, to sell them weapons and stop them from ever reaching prosperity. If we let the brown people ever become prosperous, they might be unhappy about growing our food and manufacturing our goods, while we sit around idly doing nothing.

    We spend more on ‘defence’ than on education.

    If we were to spend more on education, then people would realise that our struggle is for nothing. Our labour contributes to nothing more than our own enslavement.

    Capital growth, through effortless income from interest, dividends and increased asset prices, far outstrips our ability to earn money through work.

    Our whole society is topsy-turvy. The old people who are dying are the ones who own all the dividend earning shares, through the pension funds. The old people who are dying earn all the property. The old people who are dying do not work, and they demand to earn money for no effort. The institutional investment managers who look after huge pension funds also do no work. Pension funds simply own huge portfolios of stocks & shares, interest bearing financial instruments and property. Instead of society being run to benefit our children, our workers, and protect the vulnerable, instead we toil so that an ever-growing number of retiring baby boomers can be idle.

    I don’t begrudge people some time off if they’ve earned it, but baby boomers are responsible for the proliferation of nuclear weapons, climate change, pollution, deforestation, war, famine, economic ruin, the end of free university education, no jobs, unaffordable housing and keeping politicians in power who are intent on destroying all life on earth. Instead of protesting at the planet being raped, these insufferable hippies sat around taking drugs and passed on all the problems to their grandchildren.

    For me to teach a starving African to write computer code is ridiculous. The world doesn’t need any more websites or apps. We’ve had programmable electronic computers for 60 years, and the world has become a more unequal place, still full of suffering and pain.

    For me to volunteer at a soup kitchen is ridiculous. We are manufacturing homeless vulnerable people faster than we can feed them. The Salvation Army was founded in 1865, and there are still shamefully large numbers of people who are homeless and hungry.

    For me to work for a charity is ridiculous. The charity model of fundraise & spend has completely failed. The church model of a tithe on our income has completely failed. The government model of taxation has completely failed.

    We live in a pyramid scheme, and those at the top of the pyramid want to be idle and earn money effortlessly. There is no dignity in labour. Through work we only impoverish ourselves, because the wealthy get more wealthy while not doing any work. We expend our energy and the finite years of our life, but our wealth is eroded faster than we can earn money.

    We shape ourselves in the image of those we are trying to keep up with. We imitate those who we aspire to be. We aspire to be wealthy, and in so doing, we protect our wealth from taxation and tithe. We believe we are being virtuous by being thrifty. We believe we are being smart by saving our money instead of spending it.

    In actual fact, the financial system has broken down and fails to serve 99% of the people who are trapped within its confines.

    The most effective thing that we can do to fight poverty, income inequality, injustice and the enslavement of the 99% is to campaign to flip the iceberg upside down. We can’t afford the rich, and the plutocracy has to end. Our political system is overrun with public schoolboys who earn their money from trust funds and offshore investments, meaning that they pay nothing in tax. We can no longer be governed by people who don’t play by the same rules as the rest of us.

    The House of Commons was supposed to be a democratic instrument. The House of Commons was supposed to be representative of ordinary working people with a conscience, not Bullingdon Club Tory toffs who’ve only known a life of wealth and privilege.

    I’m not waiting for my neighbour to be more generous before I decide to contribute more to the greater good. I’m looking for my opportunity to topple the cruel elites who have their snouts in the trough, greedily stuffing their ugly faces.

    The most effective thing you can do with your time and your money? Campaign for political reform. Campaign for economic reform. Campaign for societal reform.

    It makes no sense that the whole of the planet and 99% of humanity is there so that the baby boomers can have an idle retirement. If it was up to me, I’d ban the over 65s from voting until the climate and the economy start improving. You can’t leave this kind of bullshit fuckup as a legacy, and expect to reap any rewards or have any say in a future that you ruined.

    Here’s my golden rule: leave things better than you find them, or else you are antisocial and you should be excluded from society.

     

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  • Human Lives are Cheap

    This is a story about pets…

    Frankie in my jumper

    I love cats. Cats love me. My cat, Frankie, is so comfortable with me that I can zip him inside my jumper to keep him warm and he just happily snuggles up.

    I read the other day that it took less than an hour to raise thousands of pounds for a cat that needed an operation at the vet. I’ve always taken the precaution of having pet insurance, because I would never want to have to make a cold hard financial decision about an animal that I kept as a pet, because I’m very emotionally attached – bonded – to Frankie.

    A friend of mine has cycled thousands of miles across Europe to raise money to buy bicycles for impoverished families in Africa. These are not bicycles for leisure. They are an essential mode of transport for rural dwelling people, in order to be able to access education, employment and markets, without having to walk for hours and hours in blistering heat. Each bicycle can literally transform the prospects of an entire family overnight.

    My friend who has so far covered about 2,000 miles, in over a month, has raised less than 25% of what the needy moggy managed to raise in less than an hour. I’m sure you’ll agree, that cycling thousands of miles in some of the steepest parts of the Alps, surely shows that it is not through lack of effort that his fundraising attempt has not been more fruitful so far.

    It’s certainly not my intention to criticise or take anything away from his incredible feat, working so hard for such a good cause, to raise money for World Bicycle Relief by cycling across Europe. I’m totally in awe of what my friend is doing.

    However, what saddens and disappoints me is how readily people will reach for their wallets when they think of a poor suffering furball, rather than a fellow human being.

    Both my friend and I have been homeless. There seems to be an assumption that human beings are architects of their own demise, and animals are innocent creatures that need our protection. There seems to be an assumption that charity and governments are somehow working, to redistribute wealth and protect the needy and vulnerable. That simply isn’t the case.

    Why do people wait, until their friends and relatives are in hospital or dead, before they say “I wish we knew what to do, before it was too late” and “if we knew things were that bad, we would have done something“?

    Frankly though, this is horse shit.

    We have a culture where we believe we are engaged in a desperate struggle just to “look after our own“. It’s simply not true.

    It might feel like a desperate struggle, to prepare the kids packed lunches and hang the laundry out. It might feel like a desperate struggle to think that you might not get to take 3 foreign holidays this year if you or your partner loses your job, which you’re not going to. Things might feel like a desperate struggle because you’ve been reading too much damn tabloid journalism.

    Until you’ve slept rough, barely been able to keep yourself clean, except with the occasional public shower, and barely been able to keep the clothes on your back from turning to dusty rags, you know fuck all about desperate struggle. However, even when you’re homeless in the UK, you still don’t tend to go without at least one hot meal a day: there are always soup kitchens and the Hare Krishna.

    I don’t know what it takes to trigger some empathy, and the goddamn impulse to get up and do something but I’m fairly outraged by the pocket change that gets stuffed into a charity collection bucket, simply to salve a middle-class conscience.

    You’ve probably completely misread my own situation. I live in a flat that costs me twice as much as a hostel bed, which is totally excellent value. I work a job that brings in enough money to pay down the debt that I ran up supporting myself when I was sick. Yes, that’s right. Instead of claiming incapacity benefit, housing benefit, council tax deductions and every other kind of government handout that I’m totally entitled to because I have major mental health issues instead I’ve funded it all out of my own pocket, and impoverished myself in the process.

    Why would I do that? Well, because it’s easier to get the money you need to survive when you have fur, whiskers and paws.

    I mean, for fucks sake, Syrian children are having to print out pictures of themselves with Pokémon so that we give a shit about them.

    Sorry for the condescending tone. I’m just a bit pissed off that our idea of “helping our own” is a few likes and shares on Facebook.

    The end.

     

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  • Wibble

    This is a story about a sane response to an insane world…

    Catcher in the Rye

    We were told Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMDs) could hit us within minutes, but it took me 13 hours to be admitted to hospital when my life was in danger. We have our priorities totally wrong.

    Nuclear weapons, guns, bullets, bombs, tanks, warplanes, warships, submarines… can these things really come ahead of seeds, tractors, irrigation, clean water, reversing the spread of deserts, planting trees, immunising people against preventable diseases, treating illnesses that are seen as ‘par for the course‘ in Western life – like diarrhoea – that kill in the developing nations, and the education of girls and young women; that data has shown to be the most effective route to good family planning,

    Is it a lack of education that causes people to believe what they read in commercial newspapers, and what they see and hear on commercial radio and TV, which have a political and economic bias, to maintain plutocratic power and control over the struggling masses? Why are people so racist? Why are people so protectionist? Why are people so uneducated regarding repetition of the mistakes that history teaches us, that people have made time and time again?

    Technology can save us, but it can save us in unusual ways. For example, microbial filters like the LifeStraw® from Vestegaard. Obviously, this drinking straw stops waterborne pathogens from being ingested, but – perhaps more significantly – it reduces the carbon footprint of people who use it, because they no longer have to boil water to make it safe to drink. This device makes profits through carbon credits claimed for every straw used.

    That makes a lot more sense to me than trying to get the rich to put money in charity collection buckets. Keep your coins, I want change.

    Lovely View

    I would rather be at work, or looking at the river from my apartment. Anybody who says I engineered this situation must be mad (October 21st, 2015)

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  • An Ode to the Nurses

    This is a story of the people who see you at your most tired, afraid, and in the most pain and discomfort…

    Ooops

    I owe the hard-working, caring and dedicated nurses of the National Health Service my life, along with the Radiographers, Cardiologists, Phlebotomists, Psychiatrists, Social Workers, Psychologists, Nutritionists, Physiotherapists, Pathologists, Porters, Caterers, Cleaners and of course the Doctors, Consultants, Surgeons and Anaesthetists. It would be ridiculously selfish of me to not continue living after all the hard work that a huge team of people made in putting Humpty Dumpty back together again.

    I always seem to expect that things will heal overnight, and indeed I rushed everything after a fairly major leg injury. After the accident, which luckily seemed to avoid any major blood vessels, despite severing a load of muscle, tendon and nerve. I hastily cobbled together a ‘field dressing’ with sanitary towels and a dressing gown cord, and wanted to make my own way home, but paramedics insisted on checking me out. It was them who discovered I couldn’t actually raise my foot anymore, due to a severed tendon, and had lost feeling on the top of it, due to a severed nerve.

    The operation took a long time and must have cost a lot of money. I have paid a lot of tax and National Insurance during my career, but that does not make me entitled. I need to repay my debt to society somehow. I haven’t thought how I’m going to do that just yet, but I do think about it. I do have a list I’m working through, although I’m obviously never that mindful of the “one step at a time” mantra… I tend to sprint everywhere.

    Running before I can walk, running with scissors (not how it happened, just a metaphor) and all the other things my Mum warned me not to do never ended in tears because I was always told to MTFU (Man The F**k  Up). A kind friend told me the other day that excess mucous and swollen mucous membrane might indicate a backlog of tears. I guess my tear ducts are fairly full.

    But let’s keep this about those in the caring professions. These people have to mop up your blood, pooh, pus, vomit and mucus, while you wince and generally try and hide your discomfort and be as polite and courteous as you can under the circumstances.

    We should pay people in the caring professions a living wage, and more to reflect the important role they have in society.

    I, for my part, am going to ensure that I pay full income taxes on my earnings when I am inside IR35, which is anytime that I have a regular place of work and commute to the same office on a regular basis… like now.

    Coming from a startup and small business culture, I have always re-invested any profits into Research & Development projects in my time between contracts, but I think I need to just get a regular hobby… probably a safe one, given my accident prone nature!

    I also think that a socially responsible proportion of my disposable income that I have should go as Gift Aid to Macmillan Cancer Support, because Cancer is a disease which blights all our lives, and the nurses in Palliative Geriatric care are really doing an extremely tough job and should receive all the support that we can possibly give them, as highly qualified professionals in a job that demands them to be kind and caring, loving and supportive, dealing with the inevitable painful loss of loved family members.

    This by no means absolves me of my social conscience, but it’s a public declaration of starting as I mean to go on. Some might see this as pathetic hypocrisy. Fine. Send me a postcard with a better idea.

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