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Diving in: Watery New-Year’s Resolutions

By Sambriddhi Nepal

*** Editor’s Note: Today marks the one year anniversary of the earthquake in Haiti. A minute of silence will be observed at 1:53pm Pacific Time, the exact moment when the 7.0 magnitude quake hit.

Originally, this piece was meant to be about Haiti. Having lived there, I wanted to write through a more personal stand point. I started compiling some information about the most recent events there. The hurricane, cholera, earthquake relief. I gathered some information about aid money, watched videos on a variety of news websites, and read countless magazine articles.. After two weeks, I felt I had immersed myself rather deeply in the murky waters of Haitian politics and international relations. I was all set this weekend to write an article about some views on Haiti and the November 28 elections, when I opened my homepage of BBC on my internet browser and saw the news about Wikileaks.

Reading a bit about that, I tried – and failed – to understand the politically very complex issue that has continued to develop over the past couple of days. After a good forty-five minutes of browsing the web for more information about what these leaks meant, I went back to my BBC homepage to look for more on the Haiti elections.

Naturally, having been immersed in issues of that country for the past three weeks, I was indignant at finding that Haiti did not feature in the top read news on the website that day. Nor did it appear in the top read news on the CNN website, or on the New York Times, or in the Guardian.

My passion about Haiti and the change (or not) that it is going through isn’t necesarrily someone else’s passion. This is obvious enough, but in that moment it struck me as something particularly eye-opening. I had waded into the issue of Haiti, far enough that mostly when I was reading the news, I was looking for news on that particular country. My focus was Haiti, and I didn’t understand why it wasn’t everyone else’s.

This is particularly hypocritical, considering I had neglected, in my ‘Haiti-immersion’ to read about Nepal, or about Burma, or about other issues that I was particularly interested in. For a moment, when the first Wikileaks article appeared on the BBC website, I had dipped my toes into that issue’s murky waters.

This is what the headlines lead us to. This is what I did myself. Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day; as the headlines change, we focus on transformations happening in our world. We dip our toes. It is difficult, yet necessary, I feel, to take that leap. To dive into the murky waters and immerse ourselves in long term issues and consequences of the minute by minute changes. While the headlines make it easy to forget about the Haitian earthquake that happened nearly 11 months ago, or about the Pakistani floods, people’s immersion into these issues is what keeps them alive.

I’m not usually one to make New Year’s resolutions. I’m very pessimistic about my own ability to keep them. But this year, I’ll make one. I want to immerse myself in one issue. I want to read up on and know as much as I can about Haiti. Somewhere I’ve lived, a country dear to me. As the one-year anniversary of the devastating earthquake comes up, this seems more necessary than ever.

I can’t immerse myself in every issue. But I can educate the world through my immersion. Just as someone else immersed in another issue can educate me about that. Headlines and dipping our toes is important, but it’s the knee-deep ideas that will bring education, and eventually, change.

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De La Mano, by Ricardo Segovia

-image: Chaya Go

You are a million miles away brother.
Why should I bother?
We do not share blood brother.
Why do I care?
I arrive, uncertain.
You offer me your bowl of colour,
that I’ve never tasted before…
sounds of drums that reminisce with me,
from the very first beat.
At first sight we may be perfect strangers.
So why?
Because your tears are clear like mine…
your fears are real and make-believe like mine.
Our mothers gave us the same side-ways glare
when we got too close to the rebel’s edge.
And so I will step over the ocean,
we’ll sit around our steaming cups and conspire to inspire…
chat for hours, speechlessly.
Brother, Sister,
I thought you needed a helping hand,
but you led ME to safety and sanity…
and away from the aimless thoughtless version of myself.
Gracias hermano.

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To the Beat of a Somewhat Different Drum: a Senior Volunteer’s Perspective

By Hal Whiteman

These are, perhaps, not the usual observations to appear on this blog.  While they are mostly about student volunteers, they are not by one.  Let me nail my volunteer colours to the mast straightaway; I am a semi-retired, short-term volunteer in his 60s, who recently completed a month at a provincial university in southern Vietnam, helping them with their business planning.

I am writing this post at the behest of my son, who suggested that there may be some merit in my offering some thoughts on the performance of student volunteers, with a view to making suggestions as to how their efforts might bear more fruit.  In setting out these views I do not mean to suggest for an instant that my outlook is any wiser or more productive.  Productivity is to a significant extent the luck of the draw; if I had come a couple of months earlier, before a positive change in management in the office I worked with, my work would have had much less effect.  And I’m sure I made my share of gaffes, both cultural and professional, that undercut my contribution.

The volunteers I encountered fall roughly into three categories: long-term volunteers, for whom development assistance is a career; shorter-term volunteers, whose expertise is of specific use to the university; and students who are taking a term or a summer away from studies to volunteer in a variety of capacities.

The long-term volunteers are, to me, the stars among the front-line workers; they are committed and work long hours for little compensation.  They accept that progress will be slow and uneven, and that culture usually, although not always, takes precedence over change.  They are there to help the community build capacity.  Their job is, to them, more than just a job – it is a way of life.

Those like me, older and with specific skills, will succeed or fail depending on three principal factors: how well and how quickly we adapt quickly to culture and circumstances; whether there is a good match between what the organization wants and what we can deliver; and how hard and diligently we work.  Because most of us have a long work experience to draw on, we are better able to take initiative in the absence of specific direction.

Student volunteers bring energy and enthusiasm to their assignments, and like all volunteers, mixed motives.  They sincerely want to help make a better world, they are thrilled at the idea of seeing a different part of it, and they revel at the prospect of  new experiences. They are prepared to do whatever they are asked, whether in their job description or not.  These traits can carry them a long way, but they bring limitations as well.  It’s not that they are here on a lark, but my perception is that most have little sense of or interest in the longer term impact of their presence here, no interest in gauging the success or failure of their mandate.  They are generally not sufficiently motivated (or perhaps confident) to take independent initiative.  Most work short hours, negotiate three-day weekends to go to Saigon or Bangkok, and generally enjoy life.

In part, they are able to do this as a result of complicity on the part of the host organization, which wants them to have the time and opportunity to enjoy the local environment.  I could have done the same.  I don’t mean to suggest that they are insensitive to the different cultural norms here; they dress modestly, behave correctly, include the Vietnamese in some of their activities, and take an interest in the minorities.  But in the end volunteer service will, for most of them, be just another one of life’s experiences, not rooted in any particular view of the world or specific ideas for its betterment.  It will end when their assignment ends.

Without exception, and this may be a personal as much as a generational difference, they are almost completely ahistorical in outlook.  With one exception, the student volunteers I encountered all come from European backgrounds.  Without exception, they know and care little about their own Judeo-Christian, Greco-Roman roots and modes of thought.  Frequently I heard remarks like “their music is really weird” or “I don’t understand how they can eat dog”.  Thus we often judge the customs and traditions of others without recognizing our own cultural biases.    A more serious shortcoming I have come across in many places, including Vietnam, is the assumption that easy smiles are tokens of happiness amid the most desperate circumstances (“Well, they may be incredibly poor, but they seem quite content”).  Ignored is the fact that they may lack clean drinking water or functional literacy.  There is a failure to recognize that we easily confuse happiness (a dominant western value) with acceptance (predominant in eastern and other societies).

So our western heritage is a closed book to many student volunteers, one which they have no interest in opening.  Asia and Africa offer a different cultural experience, with sights, sounds, tastes, smells that take them beyond their normal lives without requiring them to examine their assumptions about what they are experiencing.  Europe is old, fusty, expensive, and in these days when travel to developing countries is increasingly easy, perhaps a bit intimidating.  I always remind myself that if I don’t know who I am, culturally speaking, I will have a diminished ability to understand and appreciate the culture of others.  And I’m quite sure that I am often guilty of unrecognized cultural judgments.

In themselves, these are not unmanageable problems.  Many parts of the university where I was stationed lack the capability to provide better direction, so it is hard to expect young volunteers without significant management experience to do better.

A more serious concern is, in my view, a failure to recognize adequately their duty of care.  Someone is footing the bill to put them in the field, and the host organization devotes considerable time and effort to supporting them.  Vietnamese for the most part set an excellent example, working long hours for low pay, and taking evening and weekend classes in order to improve their qualifications.  One wonders when we go home how our hosts judge us as workers.

I should stress that my perceptions of student volunteers may be unrepresentative, as they are based on observations covering a few weeks in one location.  I did, however, also seek the views of a number of long-term volunteers, who by and large confirmed these impressions.

I hesitate to offer definitive advice on how to behave in the field.  It’s certainly not reasonable to expect student volunteers to have management experience or judgment which is normally acquired over the span of a career.  But tentatively I would suggest that any short-term volunteer, whether a greybeard like me or a student, should ask themselves five questions as a way of deciding how to behave in the field:

  1. Am I honouring the ideal of international service-learning in a way that recognizes the contribution, financial and otherwise, of others who have put me in the field and are supporting me while there?
  2. Do I think about when to act in full conformity with local customs, counterproductive as they may be, and when to resist them (as sensitively as possible) because they don’t produce transfer of knowledge or building of capacity, which are really what westerners can provide.
  3. How do I balance knowledge transfer against capacity building – when is a stony silence, a function of language problems, when a problem with concept and when a failure to engage, and how do I decide on the best strategy?
  4. What can I learn from other volunteers?  Perhaps I am overly sensitive on this point, but without exception the student volunteers when with me failed what a young friend of mine calls “the question test”.  I was always careful to ask them about their background and work in Vietnam, partly in friendship but also to help me understand how to be a better volunteer. Without exception, they did not ask me a single thing about my own experience, although I have learned certain lessons over my career that could have helped them deal with some of the obstacles they face.  In other circumstances this would not trouble me.  We are two generations apart in age, and they have their own lives to live and their own interests to cultivate.  But as an anonymous French medievalist wrote “the advice of the old is like the winter sun: it sheds light but does not warm us.”  Perhaps those like me can shed some light that would enrich the student volunteer experience.
  5. How can I continue to be helpful beyond the end of my mandate?  It is one thing to keep in contact for purposes of friendship; it is something else altogether to continue to help once you are home.  In any educational institution, real change takes a long time to occur, and requires extended effort to sustain.  That friendship can be much richer and more valuable if it is based not only on personal affection but also on continuing professional support.

The future of international service learning lies with today’s student volunteers: you have the time, resources, intelligence and education to make a difference over the long term.  Use them well.

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Poetry

Optimism

By Ricardo Segovia

Seeing is receiving.
So take your gentle eyes and open them up to our upside-down world.
The pain pierces; your eyes shut then open again, tugged by Love.
How easy it would be to look away, and walk away,
but stubbornness and passion are long lost brothers
who reunite in the breath, voice, and angry trembling hands
of those who dare to see.
Maintain your puzzled gaze,
because eventually one sees
that the insanity machine has been tampered with
by millions of weathered fingers…
and its pieces will soon be scattered and rusting
under tears of joy.

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Reflections On the Global Praxis Workshop Series

By Matt Whiteman

Having had minimal involvement with the creation of these workshops, but the incredible opportunity to participate, I wanted to share a few thoughts as an EIESL insider about the Global Praxis workshop, hosted twice so far at the Simon K.Y. Lee Global Lounge.

In this workshop, participants have the chance to critically reflect on their own international projects, learn strategies for developing interactive workshops that engage others about international issues, and gain practical skills in workshop facilitation.

There are lots of things to praise, but I feel it’s most appropriate to talk about the people involved:

My first positive reaction was toward the energy and the safe space Sara and Ricardo brought to the workshop: the level of genuineness and conviction with which my colleagues work is something rare indeed. And presenting the EIESL community norms gave participants a space to ask really important questions of themselves and of each other.

Second, Laura, our own alma mater, our nourishing mother, worked incredibly hard to make sure participants were well fed, and boy were we ever. Recipes, Laura, I want recipes…

Third, the workshops could not have succeeded without the brilliant contributions of people from outside the immediate EIESL team. Sophia in the first instance and Jola in the second, reacted to unplanned circumstances and made things go so much more smoothly than was originally planned. It was neat to watch.

Lastly, beyond just the great people, this workshop is a great way to renew your passion for what you do. It gave me (and hopefully the rest of the participants) a new set of tools to help me continue to examine, unpack and practice conscious global citizenship. And this applies regardless of the affiliation(s) of individual participants, which were diverse.

If you’re interested, the one coming up is full, but we have added two more dates in the winter term, January 29th and February 26th, and the workshop is open to anybody at UBC involved in international projects who wants some skills to help them become more effective and skilful.

Come on down to the Global Lounge and see what it’s all about. Email sara.radoff@ubc.ca to register.

Oh, and it’s free. Try finding a free full day skill-building workshop anywhere else. I dare you.

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Lighting up a community in Tanzania

By Heather Amos, UBC Reports | Vol. 56 | No. 11 | Nov. 4, 2010

Naeem Mawji knew that many of his fellow Tanzanians did not have access to electricity. But, it wasn’t until he got to UBC and investigated the matter that he realized the extent of the problem.

Fourth-year chemical engineering student Naeem Mawji did some research and discovered that 80 per cent of his fellow Tanzanians don’t have access to electricity, and the figure jumps to 97 per cent in rural areas.  He also learned that families without electricity depend on kerosene-fueled lamps for lighting and that 75 Tanzanians die every day from respiratory issues and burns caused by these lamps.

Naeem Mawji grasps the value of electricity in his home country of Tanzania. Picture courtesy of UBC Reports

“It’s not just a health problem,” says Mawji.  “Electricity allows people to store food, work longer hours and process grains into flour which can be sold for more money.”

Mawji was intent on making power accessible but it has taken him more than two years to turn his intentions into reality.  He worked with Dr. Shafik Dharamsi, an assistant professor in the Department of Family Practice in the Faculty of Medicine and the Faculty Lead of the Global Health Network at the Liu Institute for Global Issues. They also worked with the Ethics of International Engagement and Service Learning (EIESL) to develop a plan.

UBC’s EIESL project explores the ethical dilemmas of international engagement projects, and aims to make UBC’s international outreach sustainable as well as collaborative with local people.

“Naeem’s project is a model for EIESL,” says Dr. Dharamsi, the principal investigator at EIESL.  “It’s not about charity; it’s about social justice through community partnership, sustainable engagement, and solidarity.”

Mawji, with the help of his father, who works in road construction, found it simple to connect with a community.

The village of Masurura, just outside the city of Musoma where Mawji grew up, had no access to power and does not use generators.  In Masurura, people walk long distances to get water, and the medical centre has to close when the sun goes down.  To charge the cell phones that most villagers own, one woman would travel 20 kilometers to a nearby town, charge a car battery and bring it back to Masurura.

Mawji worked with the community to develop a plan.  The priority was to provide electricity for the community centre, the school and the medical centre.

“The objective of this project was to first introduce the technology to villagers by illuminating communal spaces and using those spaces as a platform to educate, interact and collaborate with the community,” said Mawji.

In July 2009, Mawji installed solar lighting systems in the community centre, the school and the medical centre. All three systems are also equipped to charge cell phones. The fees from this service are collected and reinvested by the village council to maintain and repair the systems.

After this initial project was complete, Mawji decided to expand.  He started a social enterprise, Carbon X Energy, and recently won a grant of $100,000 from the World Bank through the Lighting Rural Tanzania Competition 2010. The funds from this award are now being used to build a solar-powered mini-grid to provide power to some of the homes in Masurura.

Last May, Mawji returned to Tanzania with two other UBC students and began preliminary work to build a solar powered mini-grid that will provide power to some of the homes in Masurura.  During this trip, UBC student Dan Kahn was approached by a man living in the village.

“He came up to me,” says Kahn, “and said, ‘Don’t say you’re going to do something and not do it. So many people come and say they will do something and then they leave.’”

This is one of many recurring issues that EIESL has identified; it’s the type of problem the project hopes to prevent.

“When I heard Naeem talk, it came through loud and clear that he was genuinely interested in working and learning with the community where he’s from, and improving the quality of life in a sustainable and enduring way” says Dr. Dharamsi.

Source: UBC Reports

Find out more about Carbon X Energy here: www.carbonxenergy.com

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We Have Much to be Thankful For

By Sambriddhi Nepal

Walking into Shree JanaUdaya Lower Secondary School in Kathmandu having spent the year abroad at one of the best universities in the world, I was immediately struck by how lucky I am. The building wasn’t painted, there was mud surrounding the gates of the school, and the classrooms’ windows had no glass or screens on them. I could only imagine the itchy mosquito bites the children must have, and the inescapable cold they faced in the winter.

There was a rush of commotion as the students, who knew of our arrival as volunteers, came running out of their classes to wave and say “hello,” something any Nepali – from the innocent vendor on a street to the creepy men staring at you – will say to a foreigner.

The second thought that came to mind was how these children were smiling more than most people I meet abroad. This is amazing considering the burdens they face, being from poor working class families. They waved and the brave ones came up to us to practice their English, something they rarely get to do. When they found out I was Nepali, the first thing they asked me was my last name, so that they could know which caste I was from. I wasn’t surprised. Our country is secular only by name. The stigmas of the caste system still remain.

We went inside the Principal’s office to talk to him about what we had planned for the coming week. I asked him about the school’s library and again wasn’t surprised to hear him say that they were ‘planning on organizing the library.’ Typical. All talk. We asked to see the library. I was again not surprised to see that it was a big mess. The school had been donated literally thousands of books from other schools and organizations such as Room to Read. However, they weren’t being put to use. I couldn’t help but think of the hundreds of other schools in Kathmandu whose ‘libraries’ looked exactly the same.

The two other volunteers and I told him our plan: we could clean up the library, organize the books, and would come back later to make sure that the library was being used properly. The principal mentioned that he had ‘planned’ on putting carpets in the room, and that the carpeting would be done by tomorrow.

We returned the next day and were surprised to see the carpets in place in both the library and the reading room (which was right next to the library). We set to work immediately. For the next two days, we worked on organizing the books, getting rid of ones that were not suitable for low-level English speakers, and we bought some more books for the library so that we could have more colorful, exciting books for the children.

All this while, the children, curious as they are, would come up to the windows of the reading room and watch us working. Smiling occasionally and some would bravely come up and talk to us about what we were doing. I asked one girl her name, and when she said it was Kaavya, I remembered with a jolt that she was a student who had been receiving a scholarship from the NGO I had been working for. I had read about her parents, who were from a low caste and did not have good jobs, and about her 4 siblings and how her eldest brother was working as a laborer to provide for the family. To see this girl in person and have a face to the student profile I had written in the comfort of my office brought tears to my eyes.

The last day of our volunteering, I walked into the school and a smiling young girl in the 7th grade gave me a flower, which I immediately put in my hair. Later, that girl came into the library, which was now open for the students and smiled brightly when she saw that I was still wearing the flower in my hair. She found so much joy in so little a thing.

The library had been set up, as had the reading room. The bravest 10 students walked in and immediately picked out books and began to read. They shared stories and talked about the pictures in the books. As we took pictures of them, they barely seemed to notice. They were so wrapped up in their books and sharing stories with the students.

My happiness at being there was tainted a bit by one of the other two volunteers I was working with, who insisted that we have one of the students pose with a book so we could have ‘a good PR photo.’ I said nothing, but would have much preferred to not be taking pictures at all rather than having a posed picture.

I sat with that little girl, who turned out to be a 2nd grader and read a Nepali book with her for a little bit, and when we walked down to the courtyard hand in hand, her friends joined me. The other little girls insisted that I return another day and read more books with them. When I promised I would, one of the girls said “that’s what you say now, but you probably won’t even come back.” This made me want to cry again – yes, I did that a lot throughout this week – as I wondered what kind of promises had been made to them before that hadn’t been kept. I showed them a pinky promise, and promised I’d be back.

I’ll mentally prepare myself better next time, and go back to the school aiming only for smiles this time.

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An EIESL Summer Update

The EIESL team kicked off summer with five fantastic new additions to the project. Coming from very different academic and geographic backgrounds, it’s amazing to reflect on summer accomplishments, one undoubtedly being the sense of community we’ve established within our team. As we move forward with excitement into the school year, we look back with pride for all we’ve accomplished in the summer of 2010.

As our five new team members were introduced to the EIESL project, we were also introduced to a new resource put together during Year One of the project. The newly released Web Based Guidebook was put together through a series of dialogue sessions with the UBC community. Check it out at: http://www.ethicsofisl.ubc.ca

The Web Based Guidebook was used as a resource for five individual workshops that we each produced in the beginning of the summer. Topics included: Orientalism, Cultural Competence, Teaching and Learning, Ethical Pluralism, and Tropical Medicine. These interactive pilot workshops will be continued in the fall, as we introduce the iTalk series on campus.

EIESL hosted a summer launch at the Liu Institute for Global Issues to connect with past (and future) supporters of the project. With delicious refreshments to keep everyone energized, we introduced the new team, outlined the goals of the project for the second year and broke into discussion groups to obtain feedback on our ethically framed objectives for the fall.

Through a series of interviews with both faculty and student groups, the EIESL team collected and collated data for a collaborative research report that examined beta testers’ experience with the Web Based Guidebook. The information synthesized from these interviews was highly informative and will help shape future resources produced by individuals involved with the project. This report will be posted on the blog within the next few weeks for community feedback.

Upcoming events and coming ways to get involved:

As one of the founding members of the Global Lounge, EIESL will be providing three student workshops on workshop facilitation this fall. Further, the iTalk series will provide a forum for students to come together and discuss international issues through a workshop style format. It will be coordinated by Saida Rashid and  hosted at the Global Lounge. Our cup of excitement runneth over when EIESL found out our application for a Student Directed Seminar was accepted. In second semester, Ricardo Segovia and Sara Radoff will be running Developing Internationalists:A Ethical Approach to Service. We encourage all students who are interested to register for the class.

With so much to celebrate, the EIESL team will put away our summer hats as we prepare for fall rain (full of ethics, of course). We hope everyone had a fantastic summer and is excited for the start of school. Welcome back to UBC!

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Poetry

Living Africa

by Ricardo Segovia

According to the nightly news, there is only death in Africa,
Death by starvation, death by genocide, death by indifference…
After four months on the continent of death,
I am immersed in life:
Life in the smiles of the mothers of Lesotho,
And the children that cling to their backs.
My Mozambican brother who finds laughter and kinship,
through a common colonial past.
And the unmistakable energy of a crowed Rwandan bus
breaking out in song.
From Jo’ burg  to Nairobi, death does not slow the rhythm of life.
It is a piece of life the way the stones are part of the river,
It can’t stop the flow, the sounds, or the beauty.
Viva Africa.

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Negotiating for an Ethical Middle Ground

By Yan Xu

A week ago, I sat in on a meeting where one of the topics of discussion was an organization (student-driven, new organization, grassroots, etc) that works with communities in Kenya, promoting HIV/AIDS awareness that wanted to collaborate with a club that I am part of.

What went through in my mind was the following: Come on, can they or do they plan to teach their communities anything other than using safe contraceptives? Do these people need to fund-raise, fly all the way over to Kenya and tell people there to abstain from high-risk behaviours for HIV transmission?

Of course, I, intending to tell the members of the executive committee to consider the capacity of science undergrad students to inform Kenyans half a world away, said something to the effect of “what can a bunch of Microbiology students do in a community like that?”  All heads in the room turned to me with shock and dismay, and I immediately stopped, not because I was in complete disagreement from the rest of the group, but because I realized I had crossed a personal boundary.  There I was, effectively denigrating a well-intentioned student group.

For the rest of the day, 3 questions circled my mind:

  1. Have I taken “ethicizing” too far?
  2. Did I belittle the capacity of the student group (almost an unequivocal yes)?
  3. Would a more fruitful approach have been consulting with this group regarding what type of community outreach they were going to do (then if they told me that they were only going to teach the locals how to use contraceptives, would that then justify my reaction, because I went through the process of consultation?)

A good friend astutely mentioned that being involved in ethical dialogue runs the risk of assuming the position of embarrassing superiority, where we consider our moral stance to be somehow higher because we are examining issues that hadn’t been considered by say, the group that sought to collaborate with my club.  Good intentions and careful scrutiny of unintended effects need not oppose each other, but to achieve partnership between the two, we need to first commit to recognizing and validating the good intentions, before we take our theoretical lenses and place one’s well-intended project under the microscope, and recommend how potential barriers to the meaningful change they seek can be overcome.

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