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        "msgid": "beggars-what-is-the-proper-response-1447893297",
        "date": "2001-02-18 00:00:00",
        "title": "Beggars; What is the proper response?",
        "author": null,
        "source": "JP",
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        "summary": "Beggars; What is the proper response? JAKARTA (JP): There are some sights that one can never properly get used to. In my case, it is the sight of leper- beggars, limbs twisted, digits stunted, eyes rolling heavenward pleadingly as they hunch or lie on the ground at intersections in Jakarta. I was thinking about this recently and cast my mind back to the time about a year ago when the President made a speech to the urban Poor Consortium and its followers at Senayan.",
        "content": "<p>Beggars; What is the proper response?<\/p>\n<p>JAKARTA (JP): There are some sights that one can never<br>\nproperly get used to. In my case, it is the sight of leper-<br>\nbeggars, limbs twisted, digits stunted, eyes rolling heavenward<br>\npleadingly as they hunch or lie on the ground at intersections in<br>\nJakarta.<\/p>\n<p>I was thinking about this recently and cast my mind back to<br>\nthe time about a year ago when the President made a speech to the<br>\nurban Poor Consortium and its followers at Senayan. Abdurrahman<br>\n\"Gus Dur\" Wahid flatly rejected any lifting of the ban on becak,<br>\nthose non-polluting three-wheeler pedicabs still commonly found<br>\nbeyond Jakarta. Another avenue for the poor to make an honest<br>\nliving closed off, I thought. No wonder so many turn to begging.<\/p>\n<p>I had just read a report on this speech when my taxi<br>\napproached a red light. The weather was vile, rain falling like<br>\nstair rods and there on the ground at the lights I could see a<br>\nleper stretched across one lane on his side, a stunted arm thrown<br>\nskywards in abject supplication. We stopped a yard or two from<br>\nhim, and he hauled himself over, face contorted with misery.<\/p>\n<p>One can affect unawareness, feign indifference or summon up<br>\nsome other defense against such entreaties. And go away feeling a<br>\nsomewhat lesser person, perhaps. I duly passed a little money<br>\nthrough the window, knowing that in such cases your contribution<br>\nwill never be enough.<\/p>\n<p>As the taxi moved away I was left to wonder, and not for the<br>\nfirst time, about the proper response to such situations and to<br>\nbeggars in general.<\/p>\n<p>Indeed, is there one? I thought of Dorothy Wordsworth who<br>\ncoined the phrase, \"the rant and cant of the staled beggar\", as<br>\nshe complained of the mendicants she encountered in England's<br>\nbeautiful Lake District. And of that fine humane man, the<br>\nScottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson railing against \"the gross<br>\nparody of gratitude\" he thought he saw in beggars.<\/p>\n<p>What would they have made of this beggar's wretchedness, his<br>\nground-down, eyeball-rolling abjection? Could they have gone by<br>\non the other side?<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps. And sometimes, like most of us, I do too, but not<br>\nwithout feeling some anger. When I see such outcasts, \"the<br>\nwretched of the earth\", abasing themselves near or even next to<br>\nplaces of worship a little red mist begins to form before my eyes<br>\nas indeed it does when the window of a BMW or Mercedes slides<br>\nopen a little way and a coin is flicked out or a note dropped<br>\nlike so much cigarette ash. Or hear people like the British<br>\nConservative grandee Sir George Young moan about having to step<br>\nover beggars when leaving the opera.<\/p>\n<p>But in truth I find something of a Stevensonian or<br>\nWordsworthian reaction coming on when sound-limbed beggars,<br>\nusually women carrying their children as little bundles of moral<br>\nblackmail, paw at me or stick their bowls right under my nose<br>\nwith a grunt. It is nonsense to equate the wretch on the ground<br>\nin the stair rod rain, ruined limbs and all, with these women,<br>\npoor though they may be. Nor can I sympathetically equate them<br>\nwith the many blind beggars here that eke out such a mournful<br>\nexistence.<\/p>\n<p>The beggars of Jakarta are not, I think, the beggars of India,<br>\nsome of whom have been deliberately mutilated to create an<br>\n\"authentic\" look. The tiny blind woman on the train the other<br>\nmorning, her voice so spectral it hardly carried across the width<br>\nof the carriage. Where would she turn if not to the more generous<br>\nmembers of the public--and years of using all manner of Jakarta<br>\npublic transport have taught me that the most generous Jakartans<br>\ntend to use lower cost means. As is the case with so many,<br>\nofficialdom hardly seems to notice her except when from time to<br>\ntime the bureaucrats declare war on the unfortunate and sweep<br>\nthem off the streets. Out of sight, out of mind. To some minor<br>\nGulag or workhouse to teach them \"productive\" skills?<\/p>\n<p>I really don't know what the answer to my question is. What is<br>\nthe proper response to beggars? All I can say is that it surely<br>\ncannot be found in making war on the blind, the halt, the lame,<br>\nthe cruelly deformed.<\/p>\n<p>-- David Jardine<\/p>",
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