As I began to discuss in the first part of this blog post, on my third trip to Kenya I started having more questions than answers. I was particularly plagued by a sense that I was gradually developing a vague sense of how terrible the poverty is in some sectors of society, and plagued by questions of what can be done to help.
I realized that the boys school that I had visited was not a private school, but rather an elite government school. It is a free, or close to free, national school. The boys go there by scoring the highest on national exams, and some travel for
three days, sometimes on the backs of trucks, to get there. Wow.
And why are there checkpoints
everywhere, that we get waved through? I realized that they’re places where the average Kenyan
driver has to pay money to pass the checkpoint. I guess if you live there
you might think of it as a toll, but it sounds suspiciously like bribes to me. And why the bumpy roads? I realized that the
government doesn’t seem to be investing in infrastructure. In fact, where roads are being
built in Kenya, it seems to be being done by Chinese companies. I started thinking, these bumpy roads don’t just create
inconvenience. They stop commerce. Sending packages, for instance, is almost
completely unknown in Kenya. You can’t just order something on the internet,
because there’s no way to get it delivered.
Speaking of internet, why only slow, cellular-based internet? Same answer. The government doesn’t invest in it. Why no credit cards? Commerce is done completely in cash (and barter). Why is there almost no sheetmusic at the national school, with the best and brightest of Kenya? Again, the government doesn’t invest in it. Oh.
Speaking of internet, why only slow, cellular-based internet? Same answer. The government doesn’t invest in it. Why no credit cards? Commerce is done completely in cash (and barter). Why is there almost no sheetmusic at the national school, with the best and brightest of Kenya? Again, the government doesn’t invest in it. Oh.
Although some African countries have
tried to improve their higher education institutions, and expand them, they
face serious problems. One problem is the lack of academics to staff them.
According to a Chronicle article (“Africa’s New Crisis: A Dearth of Professors”), African
universities cannot address these problems without the help of Western
academics. "Our colleagues need our help, and all ships need to rise in
the world," said David J. Skorton, president of Cornell University. Cornell
introduced a master of professional studies program in Integrated Watershed
Management and Hydrology at Bahir Dar University in Ethiopia. It is now funded
by USAID. (See this link).
After my third trip to Africa, I was plagued by the question, why is Africa, and specifically Kenya, like this? Why doesn’t the government invest in roads? Why not, for instance, buy some music for those kids at the boys school? Why not invest in some internet infrastructure and connect with the world? When we were there, the answers seemed to be all over the place: you can download music off the internet, for free, for instance. Adult musicians at one location can teach student musicians at another. But everywhere ordinary people are hobbled by difficulties that are outside their control. It takes time to download music, and a printer, and paper, and you have to pay for that slow internet connection. It’s not easy to physically get people from one location to another. It’s not that these things aren’t doable; they’re just not easily doable. We Americans tend to come in with this sort-of smug, can-do attitude, and we feel terrific! Look what we can do! We just need to show them how to download music! And we throw a great deal of resources toward "helping" people, without trying to understand the complexities of the society and cultures that we're visiting.
Answers are just not simple. In my quest for answers to my “why” question, I read a little book.
It was the first of many that have
brought up the negative sides to Western aid efforts. I read William Easterly’s
“The White Man's Burden: Why the West's
Efforts to Aid the Rest Have Done So Much Ill and So Little Good.” He points
out that 50 billion dollars of aid
have gone to African countries over the last fifty years, and there is
essentially nothing to show for it. It’s simply not worked, other than creating
a culture of waiting for the West to come in and help. The countries that have
improved are the ones who did it themselves – Botswana is a shining example. He
particularly criticizes USAID. The same thing happens over and over –
Westerners come in and try to fix things, and in the process misunderstand the issues and get mired in (and
sometimes prop up) corrupt governments. I’ve talked to several people involved
in some sort of aid to Africa, and they all say that’s it’s universal: in order
to help people you have to work with these local governments, most if not all
at some level of corruption.
This
leaves me with very mixed feelings. I’m trying to help educators and
students in Africa, who are hobbled by bad roads, bad Internet, and
little
supplies. I can’t do much about the bad roads and bad Internet, but I
definitely have access to stuff. Heck, I can probably get all kinds
of people to donate to a project helping music students in Africa! And
notice
how the project has shifted. It’s not feeling collaborative any more.
It’s
feeling like a helping project now. I’m no longer offended by people
asking if
it’s a mission trip, because, well, it's starting to feel like one.
After all this thinking, it basically comes down to, for me, do I
continue with this project or not? And when I ask myself that question, I think of a secondary school student, we’ll call him
Samuel, who plays the piano. There’s an old piano in the little music building
– a very old piano, that the music teacher barely saved from destruction during
the riots of 2008 (a whole other story). Samuel plays and plays on that piano.
I heard him play Liszt’s Liebestraum, and it was magnificent. Samuel gets Skype
lessons from an instructor here in the US, that we set up. Before then he was
essentially self-taught. He’s brilliant. He can sightread and play by ear –
skills that usually don’t go together, trust me. I also heard him play
Brubeck’s Take Five, with a
saxophonist. He got the style just right, and improvised. He wants to study
engineering at an American university, and keep studying piano. We’re trying to
help him. How can we not?
Oh, by the way: the next step for us in our quest for funding for this
project? USAID.
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