Lots of people spend spring break on a beach in Thailand.
Not me. Last spring break, I went
to a Thai garbage dump. It’s not that garbage dumps are my thing. Quite the
contrary. But a group of people in Chiang Mai, where I live, invited me to join
them on a service trip to a medical clinic for Burmese refugees run by a
remarkable woman named Dr. Cynthia, sometimes called the Mother Teresa of
Thailand. I was eager to see her clinic and to meet her.
The clinic is located in the city of Mae Sot on the Thai/Burmese
border. The trip to the garbage dump was a last minute add-on. One of the women
in our group said she had heard there was a community of Burmese refugees,
including many children, working and living in the Mae Sot municipal dump. She
had been told the community was very poor and in need of everything.
We bought a bunch of children’s’ clothes and went to the
dump. And that was where I met a little girl named Suu. Suu and her mom, along
with 500,000 other Burmese, have fled their country to escape the war that has
been waging there for sixty years. Suu and her mom had learned that there was
work and a safe (compared to Burma) place to live in Mae Sot. The place was the
Mae Sot municipal garbage dump. They decided it was better to live with trash
than to be treated like trash in their native country. So they moved to the
dump, constructed a shack to shelter from the rain, and now sift through the
trash to make money from recycling bits of plastic.
Hundreds of other Burmese refugees also live at the dump
even though there are no toilets, food is scarce, and the water is polluted. Often
people get sick. The recycler does not pay much so everyone, including Suu and
the other children, work long into the night. Despite working hard, people go
hungry. Suu and her mom get by as best they can.
Suu and her mom invited me into their “house” and offered
me-- by the way they handled it-- a precious cup of soda pop. We couldn’t speak
the same language but we communicated anyway. I was touched by their
generosity.
Many of the people who flee Burma have little but the
clothes on their backs. They labor as illegal immigrants in Thailand and
elsewhere and live as unwelcome guests wherever they can. They do the backbreaking
labor no one else wants to do. The situation in Burma is changing but it is
still not safe for many refugees, like Suu, to return home due to continued
military action against them there.
Many people visit the dump when they come to Mae Sot. They
take a lot of pictures as though they are in a zoo. “How can people live like
this?” they ask with disgust. “Why don’t they go back to their own country?”
Suu and her mom and the others at the dump are friendly to all the visitors
even though they do not ask permission to take photos or understand why the
refugees live at a dump.
What I learned from Suu and her mom is that no one wants
to live in a garbage dump, but it is safer and offers more opportunity to work
than Burma. At the dump, Suu and her mom and the others can live with less
fear. At the dump, they have community.
But what they do not have is clean water, sanitation, or
much food.
The stench and flies overwhelmed the group of visitors I was
with. In addition to the squalor, the fact that the people living at the dump
were refugees made the situation seem too complicated to do anything long term
to help. The group also knew that many well-meaning people in the past had seen
this poverty and tried to assist but had failed.
Unfortunately, the well intentioned projects the people brought
were not discussed with those who lived at the dump. Not being of or rooted in
the community, the projects did not gain ground and withered.
After meeting Suu, her mom, and the others, it was
impossible for me to walk away without trying to do something that would be
effective and not repeat past mistakes. Through a process of trial and error
and a lot of research, I met an expat here in Chiang Mai who had international
development experience and an approach that made sense to me. It’s an approach
that is deceptively simple: in order to do effective development in a
community, it’s important to communicate with the people who live there. It’s
vital to find out what kind of help the community thinks will be effective and
then to partner with it to bring about change.
Raising pigs at the dump for extra income to help alleviate
hunger is the community’s idea and goal. Pigletsforprogress.org is a grassroots
group of progress minded people including Christina, the community leaders at
the dump, and others like me who want to help the community reach its goal.
I think of pigletsforprogress.org as a piggybank for Suu.
