Monday, September 6, 2010

Poverty is the worst form of violence - 6/9/10


I can state with 90% certainty that your Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandfather, in the middle of the 18th century, lived just above the absolute poverty line. He was likely a subsistence farmer, making barely enough to feed and clothe his family. The reason for my accuracy is that 90% of the world (probably higher) lived on the border of absolute poverty before the dawn of free markets and capitalism.

It is useful to keep in perspective how much free markets have delivered in solving absolute poverty. Today, the majority of the world has wealth not dreamed of by our ancestors. However, there are still those who suffer in absolute poverty, and we don’t need to go far in our globalised world to see this.

Even closer to home for many, we can see poverty as a relative issue, which produces its own terrible by products. The effects and suffering of either are the same today as they were in Gandhi’s India. Whether taken as an absolute or relative idea, poverty remains perhaps the most complex issue facing our civilisation today.

A friend once reminded me of the need to talk about solutions rather than just problems (as I offered him that feedback on a book he wrote). However, I have come to realise that it would take great hubris on my part to propose a magic bullet solution to an issue as complex as poverty. There are extraordinarily talented people at either end of the economic/political spectrum who can make very logical and compelling cases, which may be diametrically opposed.

As with many things, there is a rational middle ground we can reach that combines the best of both into a higher synthesis of understanding. To paraphrase a younger John McCain, from an Australian perspective:

“We should not be defined by pandering to the outer reaches of Australian politics and the agents of intolerance, whether they be Dean Mighell on the left or Andrew Bolt on the right.”

At one end of the spectrum, Bono, Jeff Sachs and the entire Make Poverty History coalition largely build their case around a massive increase in foreign aid. There are legitimate concerns with this, when considering that a trillion dollars has been spent over half a century for little return.

We can create all the moving tributes that give us warm feelings inside, but surely the end result of people’s lives being altered should be our aim.

Go and watch the ‘We Are The World’ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jcrwu6WGoMs) clip from 25 years ago. In the midst of one of the worst famines seen, the West banded together to help Ethiopia. It’s a beautiful clip. Visiting the slums of Addis Adaba a couple of months ago, I would venture to say that little has changed for the average Ethiopian, with majority still living in absolute poverty. Recent BBC reports has shown that much of the aid was siphoned off to purchase guns and prolong a civil war that killed a quarter million people. The long term issue of poverty in Ethiopia was not solved by Michael Jackson et al.

At the other end of the spectrum, a Jim Rogers, Dambisa Moyo or Tim Wilson would argue that the solution is as simple as dumping all aid and opening up these countries to free markets. The problem is, in many cases, we have already done that and it hasn’t solved the issue.

I worked in Zambia for their leading microfinance company, and found the complete absence of textile manufacturers as clients to be quite vexing. Zambian textiles actually have preferential access to European markets over China, but you would be hard pressed to find a Zambian tailor on the streets of Lusaka. The reason is on the cost side of the equation, where they are simply uncompetitive against China, and likely will be for another generation.

As for aid, despite the dependency that it creates, it does save lives in the short term, so dumping all aid will quite simply condemn millions to death.

However, this dependency of aid, stemming from our paternalistic, some would argue patronising attitude towards much of the world over centuries (aid is only the most recent manifestation), creates what economists would call, ‘negative externalities’. Something breaks in your heart when you see a Zambian girl, no more than five, with her skin bleached into a completely unnatural white. I had read about this happening in West Africa, with everything from acid washes, bleaches and steroids being used to lighten skin tone. From my experiences in Central Africa, I wouldn’t be surprised to see this occurring all over Africa.

These are the negative externalities of our behaviour, and it doesn’t stop there. Brazilian Social Minister Romulo Paes de Sousa has talked about the issues of ‘old poverty’ (lack of access to basic needs) and ‘new poverty’ (including drug addiction, family breakdown, violence and environmental degradation).

Those last four points would sound very familiar to a westerner, as they are the problems that we battle with in our own societies. It would be prudent if, in trying to achieve the laudable goal of ending absolute poverty, we didn’t simply create the negative externality of importing the west’s problems of new poverty.

Today, more than ever, the solution lies in a hazy, grey middle ground. A former WTO Director once told me the analogy of draining a lake to free markets. Initially, you can see a lot of gain for little effort as you drain the lake. However, when you start to reach the lake bed, it is much more difficult, in dealing with everything left over on that lake bed. Today, we are at that point, where simplistic solutions at either end of the spectrum will no longer hold.

A vast majority of countries in the world are now trying to pass the Doha Trade Round, which would give unimagined benefits to the developing world. The previous (Uruguay) round took 8 years to get 123 countries to agree. Doha, born in the wake of the 9/11 attacks to demonstrate global solidarity has an even more ambitious agenda, in trying to include the developing world. In light of history, it is understandable that it has gone on for 9 years, with no resolution as yet. It is perhaps the most ambitious negotiations undertaken in human history, so allowing for practicality would help us recognise that it won’t pass tomorrow.

At the aid end of the sale, after a trillion dollars over half a century, it is time to focus on a new model. Encouraging progress is being made here, with the Tories in Britain promising a ‘pay for results’ model, and Obama changing the USAid metrics to focus on lives changed rather than dollars spent. It will be slow progress, and is not a magic bullet solution, but perhaps over the next 50 years it can be part of a wider solution.

Across much of the developing world, in particular Africa, territorial sovereignty remains a large issue. It is no coincidence that many success stories such as the Asian Tigers are more ethnically homogenous. In Africa, a continent three times the size of Europe, one of the sad legacies of colonialism is that there are roughly the same numbers of countries as Europe. In Zambia by itself, 73 different languages are spoken.

Giving these groups the right to determine their own destiny will take time, from both a political and cultural perspective. The split of north and south Sudan, or Ethiopia and Eritrea, both took decades as well as genocidal civil wars to achieve. These are not issues that will be solved in years, but will rather take decades and centuries.

Here in Sri Lanka, I feel I am finally seeing the beauty of the land and people that my parents and grandparents saw. I am a proud Australian, and my heart will always be in my birthplace of Melbourne. However, my soul is trapped somewhere across the Indian Ocean, between these two lands.

As globalisation intensifies the free movement of labour across the planet, we will continue to see negative externalities of new poverty, as cultures clash, disappear and are born afresh.

This is not an issue that can be solved in our lifetime. William Wilberforce ended slavery in the British Empire in the early 19th century, yet nearly two centuries later slavery still takes place in many different forms across the globe, from debt bondage in Dubai to sex slavery in Thailand and a myriad of others. In a similar vein, let’s not set unrealistic goals such as the false dawn of ending poverty in a generation, when we are in many cases creating new sets of problems that are just as difficult and intractable. We can make progress, but it will be up to future generations to carry on the fight.

The best and brightest will continue to work this issue from all ends of the spectrum, and we should continue to discuss and debate old and new ideas. There is no simplistic solution or ten point plan we can enact to solve the issue, but rather, a complex web that will eventually create a higher synthesis of understanding. :)

Saturday, July 17, 2010

People - 17/7/2010


I've come to believe there is a fundamental difference between seeing a country as a 'tourist', and seeing it through the eyes of a local, a friend. There are always many spectacular monuments, temples and thousands of other sites to see around the world. It is only when you are lucky enough to meet with the locals, dine with them, experience the culture and life through their eyes, that you have truly travelled.
Vienna is one such city for me. A city of incredible history and spirit, you can lose yourself for weeks in the museums and monuments. Whilst these were wonderful, it was seeing the city through the eyes of one of the most beautiful souls I have met, Clarissa Canete, that will make the experience live forever in my heart and mind.
Dining at the revolving restaurant, high above the city, as the sun sets over the horizon with a special friend... These are the travel experiences that will stay with me.
In Egypt, I felt I was on the verge of having the opposite experience. Within 48 hours of landing in Egypt you will likely hear the phrase, "Egyptian hospitality". Unfortunately, my initial experience was to see this phrase co-opted by the unscrupulous few, where it could be loosely translated to, "Egyptian hustle".
However, I discovered that one experience can truly change your perspective. After stepping onto the wrong overnight train, I eventually discovered that I have five hours to travel before I could switch onto my intended train, and a much needed bed at 3AM in the morning.
The unmitigated kindness of two elderly gentlemen, sharing their seats with me, offering me food and drink and making certain I found my way to the correct train was an act that both surprised and heartened me.
To offer this type of generosity to a clearly frustrated foreign stranger in your country, served to remind me that the greatest power we have still comes from an innate kindness and generosity within us.
My preconception was that my most impressive memory of Egypt would be the incredible Pyramids, or perhaps the greatest archaeological discovery of all time in Tutankamen's tomb. I was wrong. What will remain with me forever will be the kindness of two complete strangers on one lonely train ride to Aswan. :)

Monday, July 5, 2010

"We'll always have Paris"


Ever since the quintessential lonely, tough guy Humphrey Bogart uttered those famous words 68 years ago, and perhaps dating back to the romantic era of the 18th century, Paris has been an enduring global symbol, the city of romance, the city of love.


Whilst there are so many global icons within Paris, from the Lourve, to the Arc de Triomphe and Eiffel Tower, it is elsewhere that I began to feel the pulse of the city, its culture, its spirit.


It is felt during a picnic by sunset in front of the Eiffle Tower with good friends. It is felt wandering the Champs Elysee and seeing the passion of the young lovers making out in the park. It is felt cycling busy streets and stopping for a cold drink by a street corner.


In my typical business school fashion, I asked my friend recently, "What is Paris' competitive advantage today? What keeps them strong?"


Her answer accurately captured it, "The history."


More than any other modern city I've visited, perhaps with the exception of Moscow, Paris is amazingly clever at keeping and restoring its history into the modern age. This helps propel the story, the ideal of Paris into every young romantic in the world. Whilst Mark Ritson may disagree, it helps maintain the brand of Paris. I envisage this allure of Paris continuing into the next generation. :)

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Why sport matters - 23/6/10


"And here's to you, Joe DiMaggio, a nation turns its lonely eyes to you..." Paul Simon - 1968


My earliest memory of sport was spending Saturday afternoon's watching my Dad play cricket as a kid. One particular sunny, Saturday afternoon always stuck in my mind. Dad had never made a century, often finishing in the 90's. On this particular day he was in fine form, and it looked like the drought was over.


He was also taking a torrent of racial abuse through the day. In characteristic style, he never said a word, letting his bat do the talking. On 99, he was hit on the pad to a ball going down the leg side. The umpire incorrectly ruled him out.


I always remembered the image of Dad walking away, long before Adam Gilchrist, without a moments hesitation to the wrong call. As I greeted him at the edge of the field, I could see how angry he was, but the integrity and dignity with which he played the game never wavered.


Sport so often demonstrates these moments to us, achieving the change that social and political movements aim for, but struggle to deliver. From Don Haskins starting five African Americans in the 1966 NCAA Basketball Championship, to Nicky Winmar's famous gesture at Victoria Park, to Mandela using rugby to unite South Africa in '95 and North and South Korea marching under one flag at the 2000 Olympics; sport brings out our best.


This rather long introduction is to reinforce the power of what I have experience across the US these last three weeks with the NBA Finals. From the playgrounds of Venice Beach, LA, to Rucker Park in Harlem, NY; from rabid Laker and Celtic fans inside Staples Centre, to the crazy sports bars across LA.


At every point along the way, I experienced the power of basketball and sport to break down the racial, cultural and social barriers we put between ourselves. The enduring respect and integrity of sport bonded us together. In a country that is experiencing such economic turmoil, where the gap between haves and have nots is so vast and apparent every day, it is inspiring to live these moments. They continue to remind me of our common humanity.


Here at the Basketball Hall Of Fame in Massachusetts, I continue to be inspired by the homage paid to the trailblazing leaders who achieved positive change through basketball. It inspires me to continue to believe in sports as the most powerful medium for change in society. :)

Moments - 12/6/10


Since I was young, I remember a poem on the bathroom wall at Nanna and Grandpa's. It was from an 85 year old woman, talking about how she would take more risks, worry less and have more 'moments' if she could live her life again. In fact, she would try to have nothing but moments.



These last couple of days have been a plethora of moments for me. It has been said that every man should own a convertible once in his life. Well, I haven't owned one, but I have driven arguably the two most famous roads in the world, the Great Ocean Road and Highway One, in a convertible with the top down.



Feeling the cool breeze flow through your hair, with soft jazz accompanying the sweeping coastal views... I can take all the photos in the world, but nothing will capture the experience of the moment. I hope there are many more 'moments' in front of me. :)