I have never seen the harrowing war film, 'Saving Private
Ryan' but the title has always intrigued me. It points to the story, the
complications, of following one's heart to do good for another.
When I met Lasma, she was in a state of desperation. The
purchase of medicine for her chronically ill mother used up all of the family's
resources and Lasma had not been able to qualify for a grant to go to
university. The spectre of perpetuating the poverty into which she had been
born stared her in the face. She would have to kiss goodbye to her youth. Her
friends had gone off to school and she was left behind to work in the fields.
With tears in her eyes she defiantly claimed that she had honest hands that could
do an honest day's work, that she would follow in the footsteps of her
ancestors and there was no reason to feel shame.
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Thoughtful Lasma |
I couldn't bear to see the unhappiness in this young woman
who was so articulate and clearly so intelligent and deserving. I took her
under my wing. It was a gradual process that took a few years, but now she is firmly
lodged there, under my wing. I have committed to walk with her on her path and
to confront the devil of poverty with her. Lasma and I are on a journey
together. Where it will end we do not know. Where we want it to go is clear to
both of us.
Lasma is a kind-hearted soul. She is bright and capable.
Perhaps her only fault is her boundless sense of her own capacities. But this
is also her greatest strength. It is the source of her positive 'can do' approach
to everything. She shoulders every challenge thoughtfully and enthusiastically
with both feet solidly on the ground. I know that this kind of drive in an
individual can change the course of history. I don't try to correct her. I try
to facilitate her dreams. I approve of them. Time will tell how far she will be
able to run with the ball.
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Thoughtful and critical |
I try to put myself in her shoes. What would/could I do in
her position? I dialogue with her, challenge her, think with her. What kind of
course is strategic and effective? What is wise? I ask myself and her, what can
I do as an outsider to clear away obstacles and facilitate her marching to her
own drum? What are the needed interventions? I want to save her from that breaking
point that I have seen far too often in the lives of young poverty-stricken
Batak adults: that moment when they concede to poverty, when they know that
they are defeated and are fated to never get ahead or achieve their dreams or
realize their capacities and ambitions. This is the spectre that terrifies
Lasma. It is what brought us together and continues to bind us: this need to present some opposition to the needless, senseless waste of talent and life!
The question that Lasma and I share is huge. Where is the
path that will give her a good, fulfilling existence? What does it mean to have
a 'good' life? What does it mean to be fulfilled? These are existential,
political, social, historical, cultural and environmental questions; the
soul-searching is not just psychological and individual. The answer does not
lie in tearing her away from her family and village and turning her into a relatively
wealthy Westerner. The answer is so much more complex. It lies in negotiating a path that is appropriate for her within
her culture, situation and environment. It would break her heart to become
alienated from her home in any sense. She would not be able to live with
herself. She cannot rest until her parents are secure in their old age and her
neighbours are no longer suffering. She is not the kind of person who
coûte que coûte will run off to seek gain for herself leaving the rest to face
hardship. The path to her goal is not lying there waiting to be trod; it will have
to be constructed while walking on it.
'Saving Lasma Sitanggang' means saving the whole village. It
means struggling to answer the challenge of how to make a good life despite all
the forces that slap down the little farmer in Indonesia. This past year alone, four people in her village have committed suicide for reasons related to poverty. Lasma wants to honour
her cultural heritage as well as find her way through this world that champions
only the value of money. For me, traveling with Lasma Sitanggang means being
willing to share the burden on her shoulders, to help construct strategies that
fit with her local circumstances, to construct ways that will give everyone a
chance to win and climb out of the hole together. What we undertake, the
interventions that we construct, must meet the criterion of serving the well
being of the whole village.
This must be possible because the alternative is not
bearable to consider.
Lasma is not the same as all the other people in her
situation because I am there beside her making sure that she does not drown. That
lightens her load a little, but it does not render her challenge easier. And I
also must not flag.
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Life in the city is not what Lasma wants |
We ask ourselves, "What is well being?" Lasma is
not interested in an urban existence. She disparages of the dirt and buzz of a
city. She loves to work with the soil and enjoys the beauty of a farmer's
field, the breathability of the air in the countryside. That makes it easier
for us to work on a program of well being that takes into account the health of
the air, soil and water. We do not seek monetary wealth. We seek cultural,
physical, environmental and community health. We focus consciously on the lasting,
important values and the needs of this poor, beleaguered earth. Money is but
one of the resources that we can deploy to make this happen. I often refer to
the beauty of a tree and suggest that we should be like a tree. It gives
abundantly. It gives and gives. It makes the soil richer and the air cleaner;
it provides a home for every kind of creature; blossoms infinitely and so much
more plentifully than what is needed just to reproduce itself. It offers shade
and anchors the water and soil. It does not ask what it will get in return; it
does not count beans and has no ledgers. It is simply generous. Even when it is
old and falls over it continues to provide a home for species and the
opportunity for new life. "Lasma, our job in this world is to be like
trees. How can we do that?"
In future blogs I will write about our choices and
selections. Saving Lasma Sitanggang is about a different kind of war, the everyday kind that we really have no choice but to fight.