'Charity begins at home’ has long been a refrain associated with
selfish detachment. Of ignoring social and international responsibilities to
focus on ourselves and our personal economic wellbeing. It’s a hackneyed expression, but one that has
a hidden truth to be cherished. We have, for too long, mistaken charity as an
act of giving alms, rather than its original association with acts of love. There are many things to be said against
piling up the pennies for one’s self, as an individual or a country; but the absence
of love in our own home is something which makes us all less able to shape
a thriving world.
As I reflect on my own career in charity, and look over a Berlin-wall
of branded fences into the living rooms of other youth charity families, I am
left with a horrible feeling that we have become homeless through the disassociation
of our love from the causes we are meant to be working for. We develop our
skills as project managers, budget holders, communication and relationship
experts; we become coaches, counsellors, trainers, mentors; and we all want to
be entrepreneurs, innovators, the next big thing. We go on team building days, we explore our
Myers Briggs and other personal and team profiles, we develop a culture and a
way of working, we express our values. All this, while we work on programmes
and campaigns to improve the lives and prospects of the young people we care
for, with the promise that they themselves are the opportunity to transform the
narrative of disadvantage which has challenged their lives.
What we don’t do is open up the engine to look into the
deeper reality of who we are, where we have come from, and the potential that
exists in and between us to recycle and transform our personal narrative into
something that can create a different future.
While we might be moved to consider that as a programme to invest in for
young people, we are less likely to consider that as worthwhile for ourselves.
Which is where the problem exists: we are not authentic, and can never be so
while we grapple with or blankly ignore our own inner narratives of being and
conflict that we project out through our work onto and with others. Until we realise that, we will forever be
talking about making a breakthrough in the changing paradigm without achieving
it, free-falling through space without realising the parachute cord is held
between our hearts.
Charity does not do charity, because it is lost in a model
of working and organising that is from a different world. Walk
into an office, look around the people inside it; see beyond the
computer-screen eyes to a hidden place of feeling, experiences, ancestral
conflict, secrets, and the huge possibility to connect and shape all that into
a new energy to thrive from. How can we
be so complacent to miss that; how can we not see the obvious connection
between who we are and the challenges we are trying to address in our society?
There is a fusion to be had, within the home of charities,
and between the homes of different charities, that would profoundly change the shape
of the sector into a revolutionary community. Just imagine – a charity that is
a home for human development; that authentically lives how to transform
narrative and maximise personal potential through others in itself; that has
abandoned the restrictions of replication for the abundant energy of continual innovation;
that can be a philosophers stone to turn disadvantage into advantage.
Perhaps I feel this more strongly than ever in a week when
the past has collided with my mind in the form of Lorna Sage, the wonderful
teacher and writer who was the subject of one of my former blogs.
Her name came up this week in conversation, and with it memories of something important she was
trying to tell me one night in 1992 about the concept of ‘bad blood’. Lorna’s turned
on its head the idea that we were left to hand down the bad blood of our
ancestors - because the power of language and literature for her was something that could genuinely transform
personal and social narratives into something new. In the book that idea would became
in 2001, Lorna left us a well of good blood to nourish the future. She also left us, perhaps, something of a
challenge; not to neglect the personal history of who we are, and the importance
of taking back control of one’s story in order to escape from it.
That is a challenge which charity is to busy 'doing alms' to begin to see. Charity is failing in its responsibilities to begin charity
at home. It urgently needs to wake up and start again, reclaiming its narrative
from campaigns and contracts into
something more beautiful. Like the young
people our sector is meant to represent, we are in danger of becoming a lost
generation of missed potential to change and transform the story we all own
part of in our self. Let’s spill some shared
blood and paint the canvas differently.
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