Sadly, this is to where all the energy of our talented arts and culture US citizens is being directed---all seeking to be those 5% freemason/Greek players moving forward ONE WORLD VIRTUAL REALITY UNITED NATIONS------
Harvard National Model United Nations-------------------HNMUN----- where our US 99% of WE THE PEOPLE are made to participate in government virtually while not participating AT ALL.......just as FARMVILLE was designed to make our US citizens feel they were participating in developing communities while not participating AT ALL in real community development.
Wheaton College Model United Nations
Avatar: the Last Airbender Simulation — at Wheaton College Massachusetts.
April 29, 2017In a simulation held in April 2017, the Wheaton College Model United Nations team took on the world of Avatar: the Last Airbender.
So , looking up the income ladder to HARVARD MODEL UNITED NATIONS playing out with 5% WHEATON COLLEGE students------we want to revisit a term coined during DARK AGES-----tied to EXOPOLITICS below----believe it or not global banking 1% public policy must go back to 3000BC in order to understand goals. What we saw at WHEATON COLLEGE were those US 5% white players working hard to be tapped into this global labor network.
'Galactic Human Slave Trade & AI threat to End with Full Disclosure of ET Life
In the 18th and 19th centuries, the major colonial powers supported flourishing slave trades in their respective colonies through corrupt local elites or outright conquest…
REMITTANCE MEN have for thousands of years been those family members of global 1% decided to be of low value to that wealthy family---the eldest son normally remaining at home to inherit family wealth. All global 1% families send those lower-ranking men off to seek their own fortunes in global labor pool. The poor families do the same----those working class families able to afford to feed and house a few mouths send their lower-ranking family members off to the global labor pool.
Our US 5% players black, white, and brown thinking their families are tied to global banking 1% and OLD WORLD KINGS AND QUEENS are today's REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN who will indeed be earliest to be thrown into global labor pool as EX-PATS. Remember, today's US IVY LEAGUE UNIVERSITIES which used to be strong academic campuses for the best of students have these few decades of CLINTON/BUSH/OBAMA been corrupted and dismantled made PRODUCT MILLS for corporate patents students simply being FREE LABOR.
'Remittance Men': the original and the new breed of remittance men and women – and 'fitting in' with your fellows
Expatriates and foreign residents are found everywhere in the world nowadays, some in the most unlikely of places. They leave their own countries for many reasons, but financial issues and money transfer are an integral part of living overseas.
Most people who travel or live abroad or support others there, tend to rely on 'high street' banks to transfer money between countries, but banks are notoriously expensive in terms of exchange rates, commissions and other charges. Alternatives like Western Union and MoneyGram are convenient, but their fees are typically higher than the banks. Long-time foreign residents looking for the cheapest ways to send money use reliable organisations such as CurrencyOnline to provide instant quotes and online transfer at better rates than the banks, and no extra fees. It's worth looking into what they offer if you need to send money overseas by trying the free currency converter on the right.
History of the Remittance Man
Remittance men originally came from England, but not any more. Far from it; more are from still-developing countries in Asia and also economic refugees from Eastern Europe. People have many different reasons for living and working away from their home countries, but today it's often economic; there's no work or it's not well-enough paid in their own country.
The term dates from the 1880's. 'Remittance Man' was a rather derogatory name given to young Englishmen sent off by their families to live in one of the former British colonies and protectorates such as Rhodesia, Kenya, India, Ceylon, Malaya, Burma, Hong Kong, Australia, New Zealand, Canada and also the USA.
Remittance Men were usually the second or younger sons of aristocratic and wealthy British families whose assets were traditionally passed down to the first son, leaving the other children with little or nothing, and therefore few prospects of their own. They often led aimless lives, many of them not knowing what they could do to earn a living.
While they may or may not have included Robert Service, mentioned below with his famous poems about 'men who don't fit in', some of these 'gentlemen' became embarrassments to their families due to drinking, gambling and partying and generally depleting the family's resources while they were still alive. Under the circumstances who could blame them? Payment just for staying away from home! Whatever the reason, a convenient solution was to ship them off somewhere, where they could be sent funds called remittances (money transfers), and they were left to make whatever they could of their lives 'in exile'. Needless to say, many of them continued the debauchery in their new countries, making new friends along the way! However many also established themselves as farmers and businessmen, prospered and became pillars of their local communities.
The 'new breed'of remittance man and woman
During the past thirty or so years, a 'new breed' of remittance men (and women) has evolved, many of whom are Asian in origin. The reason is exactly the opposite, though.
They go off to seek employment in countries with better economies and work opportunities than their own. They earn enough to send (remit) money to support their families back home. Foreign contract workers from China, India, Thailand, Philippines, Vietnam and Laos are prime examples. Others have moved permanently with or without their families and are found scattered throughout North America, Britain and Europe, Australia and New Zealand.
In the case of Laos (Lao PDR), many locals were given refugee status and US residence in the mid 1970's as a result of the Vietnam War and the USA and CIA involvement. These 'sub-families' usually still live in ethnic communities with their fellows, maintaining their traditional lifestyle as far as possible; many speak very little English, even after more than thirty years of living in the USA. Their children are different, though, in that they go to school with other Americans, and so they learn about Western ways as well as the English language. These families continue to send money back to their 'poorer relations' in Laos, where families sometimes rely solely on these remittances, giving some little or no incentive to try and earn money for themselves, except by menial methods. A few will use the money to educate their children better.
Fitting in with today's society; choosing where to live
For most of us it's a matter of personal choice where we live and work, but included among the 'wanderers' and work-seekers are those who seem to have trouble 'fitting in' wherever they try and settle. There are numerous reasons for people wanting to make a new or fresh start. Failed relationships or bereavement, or early retirement in a cheaper place. And there are plenty of choices of destination too, especially in Southeast Asia.
Living in a foreign country where nobody knows you may be a daunting prospect for many. For others it can be a solution to a problem – an escape from 'the system' or anonymity. It's possible to regain one's own 'sovereignty' – personal and financial freedom and independence. Visit the Sovereign Life website to learn more.
There's nothing stopping anyone who wants to from creating a new life and choosing exactly who to share it with or by staying in 'splendid isolation', without pressure from family or others left behind in 'the old country'.
Not everyone feels the need to 'fit in' with the people around them. Some say that fitting in is overrated; Leonard Felder wrote a book with that precise title, and it's worth reading by anyone who feels 'out in the cold'; it could be the right place to be for you.
Others will say it's important to feel part of what's going on around you, particularly socially. Otherwise you probably won't have much fun in your life. There's a VHS video about that too called "Fitting in and Having Fun".
The internet has opened up new opportunities of course, allowing people to live, stay in contact and do business from anywhere there's an internet connection.
More and more people from the so-called sophisticated developed 'rich' Western countries are finding that the quality of life there is constantly being eroded. For all the benefits of new technology, basic values and simple pleasures are becoming increasingly difficult to find and maintain. When the pressure and stress starts to become intolerable, this is the time to think about a move, and many are doing it. There are dozens of places one can live and work or retire where life will be infinitely more rewarding and fulfilling. It may be a simpler life with less material benefit by comparison, but surely happiness is more important than money itself.
The two poems below are among the better-known works of Robert W Service, born in England in 1874 and who went (perhaps as a Remittance Man himself) to Canada's Yukon in 1904 over 100 years ago. At the time it was 'tough country' – definitely not one of today's 'tropical paradises', although people of many countries have immigrated to Canada!
Service was employed by the Canadian Bank of Commerce and posted to its branch in Whitehorse in the Yukon Territory. Inspired by the awe-inspiring beauty of the wilderness of Canada's north, he began writing poems about the things he saw, including the hardships of Yukon 'Gold Rush' miners. Works like "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" and "The Cremation of Sam McGee" made him famous around the world. Here are perhaps his best-known poems.
The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin,
And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day;
But I tracked it by the river, and I trailed it in the cover,
And I killed it on the mountain miles away.
Now I've had my lazy supper, and the level sun is gleaming
On the water where the silver salmon play;
And I light my little corn-cob, and I linger, softly dreaming,
In the twilight, of a land that's far away.
Far away, so faint and far, is flaming London, fevered Paris,
That I fancy I have gained another star;
Far away the din and hurry, far away the sin and worry,
Far away – God knows they cannot be too far.
Gilded galley-slaves of Mammon – how my purse-proud brothers
I might have been as well-to-do as they
Had I clutched like them my chances, learned their wisdom,
crushed my fancies,
Starved my soul and gone to business every day.
Well, the cherry bends with blossom and the vivid grass is springing,
And the star-like lily nestles in the green;
And the frogs their joys are singing, and my heart in tune is ringing,
And it doesn't matter what I might have been.
While above the scented pine-gloom, piling heights of golden glory,
The sun-god paints his canvas in the west,
I can couch me deep in clover, I can listen to the story
Of the lazy, lapping water – it is best.
While the trout leaps in the river, and the blue grouse thrills the cover,
And the frozen snow betrays the panther's track,
And the robin greets the dayspring with the rapture of a lover,
I am happy, and I'll nevermore go back.
For I know I'd just be longing for the little old log cabin,
With the morning-glory clinging to the door,
Till I loathed the city places, cursed the care on all the faces,
Turned my back on lazar London evermore.
So send me far from Lombard Street, and write me down a failure;
Put a little in my purse and leave me free.
Say: "He turned from Fortune's offering to follow up a pale lure,
He is one of us no longer – let him be."
I am one of you no longer; by the trails my feet have broken,
The dizzy peaks I've scaled, the camp-fire's glow;
By the lonely seas I've sailed in – yea, the final word is spoken,
I am signed and sealed to nature. Be it so.
The Men That Don't Fit In
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
Robert William Service (1874-1958)
Below we see that the FANTASTIC article written by AMERICAN UNIVERSITY professor EXOPOLITICS --GALACTIC HUMAN SLAVE TRADE AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE --AI is saying this same thing. Global banking 1% are LOONEY TUNES so our 99% of US WE THE PEOPLE and our 99% of new immigrants have to go to the FUNNY PAGES to follow MOVING FORWARD GOALS.
'In the 18th and 19th centuries, the major colonial powers supported flourishing slave trades in their respective colonies through corrupt local elites or outright conquest of foreign territories. As the abolitionist movement spread and raised consciousness in former colonial powers such as Spain and Britain, these countries led the way in ending the global slave trade. According to the latest testimony of secret space program whistleblower, Corey Goode (aka GoodETxSG), a galactic human slave trade exists where millions of captured humans are taken off planet to distant colonies on other worlds to be bartered or abused'.
MOVING FORWARD today is seeing what were our US 5% to the 1% freemason/Greek players allowed to be WINNERS for a few decades now being aligned to be those REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN sent to overseas FOREIGN ECONOMIC ZONES with no chance of EVER COMING BACK to an AMERICAN REPUBLIC.
What we are seeing today in US from those global banking 1% CLINTON/BUSH/OBAMA now TRUMP is this same assurance for those 5% freemason/Greeks being offshored one way or another----DON'T WORRY, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU CAN COME BACK. So, too is this being said to our US 99% of WE THE PEOPLE black, white, and brown citizens being shipped off as well to be EX-PATS under the guise of ordinary quality of life seeking.
WANT REAL US QUALITY HEALTH CARE---THEN BE A GLOBAL HEALTH TOURIST TO THAILAND WHERE YOU CAN AFFORD IT---DON'T WORRY IF YOU GO YOU WILL BE ABLE TO COME BACK.
'Finally, Corey describes a very positive future for humanity after “Full Disclosure” which will experience a future Star Trek-like civilization where former victims of the galactic human slave trade can safely return'.
We are reading a global banking 1% freemason LITERARY STAR novel THE DEVINER where as usual US readers are being taken back to colonial American history by a main character living today. REMITTANCE MAN in THE DEVINER is seen as the local SCAVENGER (trash man) who has no connection to his community surrounding him ---his life is tied to CLAN MYTHOLOGY from OLD WORLD.
This is why we say those 5% to the 1% freemason/Greek players often tied to these OLD WORLD KINGS AND QUEENS or global banking 1% are killing their own futures as they are slated very soon to be thrown into that global labor pool EX-PAT slave trade system built by CLINTON/BUSH/OBAMA.
Morag Gunn is a successful forty-seven-year-old novelist who has bought a farm in rural Ontario, where she is trying to write a new novel. The discovery of some snapshots of her as a small child sets off a series of recollections; The Diviners is the story of Morag’s life, told in chronologically arranged flashbacks alternating with events in her present.
Morag was orphaned young and brought up in the small Manitoba town of Manawaka by Christie Logan, the despised town scavenger, and his increasingly obese and inactive wife, Prin.
The US was built on nothing but REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN whether from wealthy families or working class/poor.
Remittance Men and the Character of Cannon Beach
Grady, C. Jill
Oregon Historical Quarterly;Spring2007, Vol. 108 Issue 1, p68
The article focuses on the so-called "remittance men" and the character of Cannon Beach in Oregon. During the 1890s, a number of bachelors had come over from England and were called remittance men. Remittance refers to the financial support some British men received while living away from home, either as an advanced lump sum or through regular deposits into local banks.
- The British Remittance Men. Olson, Lee // Journal of the West;Winter2001, Vol. 40 Issue 1, p36 Provides information on the remittance men, younger sons of wealthy British families denied of inheritance and immigrated to North America. Regard for the men in the community; Data on the remittances sent to the sons; Depiction of the remittance men in literature.
- The British Remittance Men in Frontier America. McFarlane, Larry A. // Journal of the West;Winter2001, Vol. 40 Issue 1, p41 Focuses on the remittance men in North America. Fictional stereotyping of remittance men; Definition of remittance men; Illustration of motivating factor in the immigration of William Drummond Stewart and William Calvert Smith.
- Brits tame the wild frontiers. Brayfield, Celia // New Statesman;6/14/2004, Vol. 133 Issue 4692, p30 Offers a look at the emigration and attitudes of British expatriates. Emigration of British citizens to France; Statement that British emigrants want to embrace the local way of life and have transplanted themselves to what they hope will be a better living environment; Reference to the...
- OUTWARD BOUND. Whiteside, Thomas // New Republic;8/16/48, Vol. 119 Issue 7, p11 Reports that a million Englishmen are scrambling to reach the dominions and colonies of Great Britain in the hope of improving their lives. Outposts of empire, once so heavily depicted by novelists as fit places only for retire imperial-army colonels, remittance men and heavy gin drinkers;...
- British Workers in France, 1815â€“1848*. Bensimon, Fabrice // Past & Present;Nov2011, Vol. 213 Issue 1, p147 The article presents a case study of British workers who immigrated to France, focusing on the period 1815 to 1848. It examines the relationship of these migrants to industrialization in France, particularly commenting on artisans. The author explores the question of British integration and...
- diary. Kerr, Philip // New Statesman;8/18/2003, Vol. 132 Issue 4651, p6 Offers observations on living abroad as a writer. Conduct of Britons abroad; Negative aspects of living abroad in such places as new York City; Appeal of attending a bullfight in Spain.
- Living Across the Pond. // British Heritage;Nov2014, Vol. 35 Issue 5, p10 The article provides statistics on British nationals living abroad, including that 758,919 live in the United States and 674,371 live in Canada.
- Cheaper abroad. Kilcourse, Tom // Prospect;May2016, Issue 242, p12 A letter to the editor is presented in response to the article "50/50 Britain," by Peter Kellner in the April 2016 issue.
- CHINA CAFÃ‰. Kitto, Mark // Prospect;May2008, Issue 146, p96 A personal narrative is presented which explores the author's experiences living in China.
Try as they might to make this thousands of years history of our wealthy families sending off all but that first born son overseas to seek their own fortunes ----labeling these sons as PRODIGAL/TROUBLED -----some were, most were simply unlucky in not being that first born son.
All last century our US 99% WE THE PEOPLE rarely read stories, media about this global banking 1% OLD WORLD KINGS AND QUEENS' policy until CLINTON/BUSH/OBAMA. These few decades have filled our media with stories of REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN myth-making and propagandized by revising history to reflect today's goals of MOVING FORWARD.
If our US 99% WE THE PEOPLE feel pushed to attend COLLEGE overseas ---get that AFFORDABLE HEALTH CARE in MYANMAR------think we are being sent by that global corporate campus in Baltimore to which you have been vocationally tracked to FOREIGN ECONOMIC ZONE overseas able to simply return to US if we do not like it----FORGET-ABOUT-THAT ----MR AND MS REMITTANCE HUMAN CAPITAL.
All but the first son was always sent away to foreign lands to seek his fortune as a protection for first son from revenge or competition for family wealth and power.....this again has existed from 3000BC ancient Greece/SPICE AND SILK TRADE ROUTES. WHY modern US 99% of WE THE PEOPLE would allow MOVING FORWARD to kill our AMERICAN REPUBLIC to be thrown into this ARCHAIC structure-----we have not figured that one out.
Review: Exemplary history of British remittance men
For a few decades at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th, British aristocrats and well-to-do businessmen lumbered with prodigal sons who were unacceptable to their Victorian sensibilities because they were, even more than usual among their class, wasters, gamblers, and sexual eccentrics, would often pack the boys off to the colonies, promising some family support so long as they kept their scandals at a safe distance.
Updated: July 1, 2016
Scoundrels, Dreamers & Second Sons: British Remittance Men in the Canadian West
By Mark Zuehlke
The spendthrift, disinherited and graceless,
accepted his pittance with an easy air,
only surprised he could escape so simply
from the pheasant-shooting and the aunts in the close;
took to the life, dropped easily out of knowledge,
and tramping the backtracks in the summer haze
let everything but life slip through his fingers.
Judith Wright, “Remittance Man”
For a few decades at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th, British aristocrats and well-to-do businessmen lumbered with prodigal sons who were unacceptable to their Victorian sensibilities because they were, even more than usual among their class, wasters, gamblers, and sexual eccentrics, would often pack the boys off to the colonies, promising some family support so long as they kept their scandals at a safe distance.
Many of them came to Canada in those decades, and Victoria writer Mark Zuehlke’s book Scoundrels, Dreamers and Second Sons, re-issued this spring by Harbour Publishing after some years out of print, tells their stories.
Zuehlke grew up in the Okanagan, one of the centres of remittance man settlement in Canada, and he remembers hearing a local legend (possibly apocryphal but compelling nonetheless) about how these subsidized reprobates left the valley at the beginning of the First World War. According to the story, the nearly 1,000 remittance men in the valley made a pact amongst themselves when news of the outbreak of war reached them by short wave radio.
On a single day they saddled up, left the modest cabins that studded the valley and rode, each to his neighbour’s cabin. At the next cabin, they shot their neighbour’s old hunting dogs and horses that would be of no use to their Canadian neighbours and burnt down the cabin. While the authenticity of this account remains uncertain, it does provide a powerful image of the young aristocrats beginning their return home under a haze of wood smoke, off to the battle smoke of the Western Front where many of them died as junior officers in the trenches.
At any rate, by the end of the Great War, most of the remittance men who had made western Canada home for a few decades were gone, either joining their generation’s vast burnt offering in the war or inheriting the estates of older brothers whose death cleared the way for their return. But before they disappeared into the smokes of legend, battle and ironically acquired respectability, this odd band of unusual British settlers left behind a treasure trove of fascinating stories, which Zuehhlke recorded in this, his first book.
The colourful figures he has rescued from forgotten archives make up a little known chapter in Canadian history. They include the hapless remittance men who arrived in Calgary only to be persuaded by amused locals that they would only be accepted as real western cowboys if they bought a grotesque costume made up of sheepskin chaps with the wool on, huge spurs and a ten gallon hat.
The sight of newly arrived Brits teetering down the street in high heeled cowboy boots in this comic outfit brightened the day of many a 19th century Calgarian. Perhaps even more amusing for Canadians, who tended to see the remittance men as richly comic figures, were the steamer trunks and crates the typical new arrival unloaded from the train at journey’s end, luggage stuffed with tweed suits, dinner jackets, tennis rackets, polo mallets, Norfolk jackets, straw boaters and full china and silver tea sets.
And right across the Canadian west, the remittance men were a steady support to bar tenders and whiskey dealers. Many of the stories Zuehlke has gathered feature the heroic binges and open house parties conducted by remittance men when their checks arrived from home. From Duncan, B.C., known then as the most English town in Canada to Vernon, Windermere and Calgary, the family exiles did their best to support Canada’s alcohol industries.
The re-issue of this charming book is timely. It will make an entertaining summer read, especially for readers who live in some of the communities across the west where the remittance men had their brief turn on the Canadian stage. The prose is consistently competent and amusing, and occasionally moving.
Only one small caveat occurs to this reviewer. In Zuehlke’s telling, the era of remittance men began shortly after the Crimean war, when the manifest failures of British army leadership exposed in that conflict led to a more merit-based system of selecting officers, a system that closed off the army as an option for no good second sons of the nobility. It is surprising to see Zuehlke, who has prospered as a military historian, suggesting that the officer corps of the Empire’s army was merit based after Crimea. The shambles of military leadership in the First World War certainly suggests otherwise.
HILLARY CLINTON coined the phrase IT TAKES A VILLAGE in her ALT RIGHT ALT LEFT corruption of our real left social progressive policy of women in family women in community women in workplace through all last century. To KILLERY HILLARY that phrase in its corrupted form was ONE WORLD ONE GOVERNANCE were all these FOREIGN ECONOMIC ZONES are ONE VILLAGE and we can be sure there is no HUMANITY to be found in ONE WORLD ONE VILLAGE.
What all these global banking 1% freemason STAR mediums are doing in returning to REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN plots in HOLLYWOOD, LITERATURE, MUSIC, et al is advancing the global banking 1% goal of killing our US WE THE PEOPLE sense of developed nation COMMUNITY-----where all 99% of citizens black, white, and brown citizens work together as a community----to return to archaic TRIBAL/CLAN -----survival depends on CLAN not community----not government structures-----no looking towards a future because one has to survive TODAY.
Below we see that CLINTON ONE WORLD ONE VILLAGE policy being installed these few decades in all FOREIGN ECONOMIC ZONES overseas-----with these children never learning what REAL US freedom, liberty, justice, pursuit of happiness, 99% of WE THE PEOPLE with rights as citizens charged with building, maintaining, controlling our local economies to be that VILLAGE-----these AFRICAN 99% of children will be taught that ONE WORLD ONE VILLAGE is a GOOD THING.
All of these policies being installed in AFRICAN FOREIGN ECONOMIC ZONES are UNITED NATIONS global corporate campus sustainability global banking 1% bought those 1% African players to install these policies with goals of killing actual family tribal communities.
REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN PLEASE THANK YOU!
It takes a village: the Malawi school Guardian readers helped build
Thirteen years ago, inspired by an article, readers raised £20,000 to give children living in rural Malawi an education. What happened next?
The four young men standing near the library in the centre of the dusty village of Gumbi have not seen each other for many months. It’s the school holidays in Malawi and they’ve come back to see family and friends. They joke around, laugh about their work, the changes they can see in the village and each other. They look strong, confident and serious, happy to be home.
At 23, James Gomani is the second oldest. He is at university, studying accountancy. His friends Kennedy and Josephy Jimmy, and Yohane Lungu, have just qualified as teachers and are working 100 miles away in villages near Lake Malawi. It’s the first time in a year the four have been together in their dirt-poor village of subsistence farmers, and they talk about first jobs and their hopes.
I first met them in 2002, when they were boys. They were unable to speak a word of English, Malawi’s official language, and used to walk miles barefoot to primary school, collect water from the village pump and work in their family’s maize fields. Those were bad times, they remember. Along with many thousands of other villages in one of the poorest countries on Earth, Gumbi was racked by famine when a long drought destroyed crops two years running.
James was seven then, an only child after his brother and sister died. He and his three friends suffered badly when the food ran out and there was no prospect of another harvest for many months. They remember going hungry, being taught by rote in the shade of a tree and being taken out of school when their parents had no money and needed them in the fields. “No one had any hope for the future,” James says.
But many things have changed since then – and Guardian Weekend readers played a part in that. This is the story of how the village with just one book became a village of teachers.
TEACHERS AND HEALTH CARE WORKERS TRAINED IN THIRD WORLD AS AFRICA ARE THOSE MOST OFTEN PUSHED INTO GLOBAL LABOR POOL AS EXPATS.
I first visited Gumbi in March 2002, at the height of the Malawian food crisis, when 80% of the small southern African country of 12 million people were said to be hungry. I had been travelling with the Irish charity Concern, reporting from health clinics, hospitals and feeding centres. It was distressing. Wherever we went, there was shocking destitution, malnutrition and death. In one hospital, at Nambuma, a small town about 50km west of the capital Lilongwe, many of the women and children said they were from a place called Gumbi. Why is it so bad there, I asked a government health official called Patrick Kamzitu.
“Let’s go and see,” he said.
When I first visited Gumbi, there was a single book in a village of 400 people – no water, no electricity, no school
From Nambuma, you get to Gumbi past a huge brick church built by the White Fathers missionaries and a football pitch, down a warren of unsigned narrow tracks through fields of maize. The village consisted then of about 70 mud-built, straw-thatched houses. The place seemed deserted and many structures had no roofs. A few women sat under a tree, their infants listless. A tired-looking man introduced himself as “Mr Jamu, the chief”.
Gumbi had nothing, he apologised. No clean water, no shops and no assets beyond a few bicycles and ox carts. There was a single book in the village of about 400 people, there was no electricity or TV, no clinic, no school or shop, and everyone had run out of food. Gumbi had been hit particularly hard by the drought, he said, because everyone was desperately poor and no one had skills other than maize farming. The village was empty, because in times of hunger people leave to seek work elsewhere.
In those bad days, Gumbi’s “nkhokwe”, the traditional woven granaries in which families stored their maize, were all empty. Many children were being treated for malnutrition in the local hospital, and those who lived did what they always do in a major drought: they sold anything they could, to buy any food they could, at massively inflated prices.
Fit adults left the village to seek scarce day work on building sites or tobacco farms, children were taken out of school, and anyone left in the village ate maize stalks, leaves and berries, prayed for rains that they knew would not come for months, or for food aid to arrive. Some just waited for the end.
Two bad harvests in a row was very rare in Malawi, but in Lilongwe it became clear that this was a manmade famine. The IMF and donor countries, including the UK, had advised the government to sell off its grain reserves because they were expensive to maintain; the EU had said only a little food would be needed in the case of a local disaster. So rich traders had bought and hoarded food and were now selling it at excessive prices, while emergency supplies had been slow to reach landlocked Malawi.
I returned to the village three times that year, with the idea of following life through the famine. I watched as food aid arrived, and then the rains. That year 17 villagers died from malnutrition-related diseases, and nearly all the children suffered from the lack of food.
In December 2002, on a fourth and, I imagined, last visit to the village, five women told me about the issues they were facing. “Hunger is awful,” said Joyce. “I had a child who died of hunger. I went to the hospital but it was too late. I had five children who were malnourished. How can you send children to school if they are malnourished and ill?”
“We have been on the edge of life for a long time,” said Lucy. “It’s the very poor who have suffered. Here there are no rich people, but there are many people with nothing. Maybe we live, maybe we die.” She was beginning to see the children needed access to education. “We do not have the skills to go forward and change our lives. We need to know about other sorts of farming, we need to learn about doing other things. We have no one to teach us.” The women reasoned that without schooling, language and new skills, they would not survive.
The great hope of Gumbi at that time was a 13-year-old girl, Margaradena Njewa. She had come top of her class in the nearby Nambuma girls’ primary school, and had passed a national exam giving her entry to one of Malawi’s better, boarding secondary schools. By any standards in rural Malawi, this was an achievement, but for a young Gumbi girl it was a triumph.
The reality, though, was that it would cost the family about £80 a year to send her to the school. There were no scholarships and no money. Instead, she had been helped by the extraordinary sacrifice of her elder brother, Kennedy. So important did he consider his baby sister’s education for the future of the family and the village that he had sold his ox cart, his only means of earning money. It raised about £35, enough to pay for Margaradena’s first two terms.
John Vidal’s 2003 article as it appeared in the Guardian’s Saturday magazineKennedy had no idea how he would pay for the rest of her schooling, but he reasoned that even a few months’ secondary teaching would give her a chance. Some people thought him wrong, even stupid, but a couple of weeks before I visited Gumbi for the last time in 2002, he waved Margaradena off. Kennedy’s own dream, he said, was to learn English and expand his and the village’s horizons. He deeply regretted that he had never been to secondary school. He owned the only book in the village, a tatty English-Chichewa dictionary.
Margaradena was far too shy to speak to me then, but Kennedy told me, “She is very intelligent. She will learn. If this village is to change, then we need education. Without it we cannot survive. If we do not have education, then we will be like slaves.”
I wrote a piece for this magazine about Margaradena and the village’s plight, and added a note asking readers if they would contribute to an education fund. Within days we had raised around £20,000. A fund was set up, to be overseen by Sister Modesta, a Teresian nun from the church in Nambuma, and Patrick Kamzitu, the government health worker who had taken me to the village. Any child from Gumbi (or nearby schools) who passed their government entry exams became eligible for a free secondary education. Orphans and girls were to be given priority.
It sounded easy enough. The families would be given the money, the children would be educated and everyone would prosper. Sadly, it proved much more complicated.
There was immediate progress: in that first year, 30 children had their school fees paid and a local builder was employed to construct a smart new classroom block at the primary school, and an office for the teachers. But no one had foreseen just how derelict Malawi’s rural schools were. The roof of the boys’ primary school in Nambuma had fallen in five years previously, and the whole school in the nearby village of Mguwata was a pile of bricks. Classes of 100 or more were being taught under trees. There was no money for books, blackboards or materials, and no secondary school had light. It was impossible to attract professionals to live in derelict huts without windows or water, and few who came had any qualifications. We realised that it wasn’t just money holding children back, but cultural suspicion, deep necessity and ignorance.
The full disaster revealed itself slowly in the maths. In any group of 100 children in rural Malawi, it emerged, fewer than 60 could expect more than a year’s primary education, and just 10 might qualify to go on to secondary education. Of those 10, nine could be expected to drop out within a year or two, because their parents could not afford the fees or uniforms. Primary education was free, but secondary schooling cost £20 or more a year. In Gumbi, that could be 30% of a family’s income.
Only a handful of Gumbi children had ever got into the local secondary school, St Martin’s, and no one had finished more than a year there. Effectively, the village children ended their school days at age 10, unable to read, write, speak English or do much more than hoe the fields and cook nsima, the national maize dish. Children and parents may have said they wanted education, but they were denied it by absolute poverty. And while parents wanted to give their children the best chance in life, the reality was that, even with an offer to pay the school fees, they needed their children in the fields or at home.
Nevertheless, with cash from Weekend readers, Margaradena had her education paid in an all-girls boarding school at Namitete, near the border with Zambia, and Kennedy was able to buy back his ox cart. Three other children who had qualified for secondary school that year were sent to other boarding schools; a village committee chose three children for boarding scholarships and others to go to day secondary schools.
The fund developed independently of the Guardian, and each year raised about £5,000, largely from a small group of readers, many of them ex-teachers. Every year, the Gumbi education committee was told how much money was available and someone from Britain visited, at their own expense. There were no administrative costs except a small stipend for Kamzitu. We made a commitment to Gumbi that we would stick with it for the long term; this was not just a quick fundraiser.
Rupert Murdoch paid for full-page newspaper apologies for phone-hacking, and the fund doubled. A library was built
By 2007, classroom blocks in several schools had been rebuilt and 55 children were having their fees paid at secondary level. In 2009, Kamzitu wrote: “Of the 64 children who we put through secondary education last year, nine passed their exams – the best results achieved so far. But the biggest change has been the attitude of parents in Gumbi itself. This year, 29 children from the village will go to secondary school, more than twice as many as have ever been before.”
And then in 2011, thanks to Rupert Murdoch, the fund doubled in size. Following the Guardian’s long-running investigation into News International’s hacking of celebrities’ telephones, the Murdoch media empire was obliged to take out full-page advertisements in the UK national press to apologise. The Guardian decided to give this unexpected revenue to charity, and a chunk came to the Gumbi fund. A one-room village library, provisionally called the R Murdoch Education Facility, was built and an expedition was mounted to choose books in Lilongwe. The children returned chastened. In Malawi, £400 may buy a secondary education for dozens of children a year, but it covers only a handful of books.
AS IN OUR US CITIES DURING ROBBER BARON STEALING FROM THE POOR---ALL THESE THIRD WORLD FAKE SOCIAL PROGRESSIVE PROGRAMS ONLY FUNNELED MONEY TO BE LOOTED.
Most of the Murdoch money went to Gumbi’s neighbouring village Mguwata. When I visited it for the first time in 2010, it had worse facilities than most refugee camps. The school, supposedly built for 300 children, consisted of one run-down classroom block, two semi-derelict, roofless blocks and a thatched shelter. The rest was a pile of bricks, the buildings having been demolished five years previously because they were in such a dangerous condition.
The six teachers had no chairs, desks, books, pencils, windows or chalkboards. Only two classes could be held indoors at the same time, so the children sat in the open and were sent home when it was too hot or it rained. Only a handful had ever gone on to secondary school and no one ever finished.
This year, more than 100 children are being educated to secondary level in the two villages Mguwata and Gumbi; there are feeding programmes when food is scarce; and all the local schools have solar lighting. The primary school in Mguwata has two brand new classroom blocks and 597 children. But government funding is pitiful. “We get 617,692 kwacha [£585] a year for pens and paper for 597 pupils. That’s less than £1 per pupil per year. That must cover repairs to the buildings, too,” says headteacher Amos Kautsa, showing me the government receipts. “Lots and lots of children drop out, especially the girls.”
The villages are still desperately poor. Gumbi has many more houses than it had in 2002, more tin roofs and bicycles, three football teams, and more people finding work outside the fields. According to some of the parents, people have moved there from neighbouring villages because of the free secondary education.
Last year, solar lighting came to all the local schools, as well as 41 houses in Gumbi and more in Mguwata, after money was left to the fund by a British family. A plaque on the small three-room Mguwata library, its bricks made by the village, reads, “The Dr David Montefiore Memorial Library”.
Chatting in the library, James Gomani and the young Gumbi-born teachers tell me how much they value education. “It means everything,” says Gomani. “I was so happy when I got to university. It was my great hope and aim. But I know that education does not end there. I was the first in my family, the first in the village, to go. But others are working now just as hard as I did. Optimism is a great motivation.”
“Without education there can be no change. With it, everything can happen. People have different aims,” says Kennedy Jimmy.
“Our family was absolutely poor. No one had anything. We had no hope for the future, no sense that there was a future. I am a different person,” agrees his elder brother Josephy.
But education divides, too, and guarantees nothing. My visit coincides with the first time Margaradena Njewa has returned to Gumbi in six years. I had seen her only once since she went off to boarding school, when I visited her school in 2005. We had talked for 30 minutes, and I had pressed soap, pens and pencils and a bit of pocket money into her hand. She had told me that she wanted to be a television presenter.
Now a beautiful young woman speaking good English, she is as shy as ever but tells me that she did not pass her national exams and go to university as so many people had wanted her to. Instead, she changed school but was not happy and, after six years of a different boarding school, moved to Lilongwe, where she met a boy and had a child, Priscilla. She is now a kindergarten teacher at a private school in the capital.
She is still in touch with her family but she had not told anyone in the village where she was and what she was doing. Returning to Gumbi last month was clearly emotional. People were glad to see her but did not quite know how to approach this young urban woman with a baby in her arms. From talking to others, I understood that she now felt awkward with her old friends. Education had taught her to speak English, and how to read and write, but life had not miraculously changed for the better.
Margaradena came top of her class, and won a place at a good school. She is now a teacher, with a daughter of her own
“I think I may have disappointed people,” she tells me. “But I don’t want to come back now. What would I do? I would be bored. I want to work. I still want to be a TV presenter.”
“Perhaps she felt there was too much expectation put on her,” Kamzitu tells me. “Everyone wanted to see her succeed. What we have learned is that it’s not enough to give people schooling. They need [vocational] training, too.”
If we read
'Galactic Human Slave Trade & AI threat to End with Full Disclosure of ET Life
as we discussed ALICE IN WONDERLAND-------a fantasy story filled with multiple layers of symbols, signs, codes the first thing US 99% WE THE PEOPLE and our 99% new immigrant citizens to US FOREIGN ECONOMIC ZONES need to see is the blending of GOALS OF GLOBAL SLAVE TRADE TODAY built by CLINTON/BUSH/OBAMA-----and goals of future SPACE MINING SLAVE COLONIES MOVING FORWARD by these same global banking 1% OLD WORLD KINGS AND QUEENS' pols and players-----which indeed have those global 1% already planning what a SPACE COLONY MOON communicating with a SPACE COLONY MARS communicating with a SPACE COLONY CERES will look like and yes, everyone captured in these SPACE COLONIES will be REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN whether from wealthy family or working class/poor. As hard as ELON MUSK and SPACE X try to make all these space policies sound like a TWO-WAY STREET----they are not.
'Finally, Corey describes a very positive future for humanity after “Full Disclosure” which will experience a future Star Trek-like civilization where former victims of the galactic human slave trade can safely return. Humanity will be finally able to evolve into a positive fourth density society where individuals will be free to develop higher consciousness abilities that will significantly improve their quality of life, as writers such as David Wilcock have been very actively promoting'.
We want to concentrate this week on EARTH'S global slave trade distribution system happening NOW with CLINTON/BUSH/OBAMA working as hard as they can to install this structure in our US CITIES DEEMED FOREIGN ECONOMIC ZONES while national media PRETENDS its all about protecting immigrants, children, working families needing housing, jobs, health care -----
Selling the idea that ONE WORLD ONE ENERGY TECHNOLOGY GRID and ONE WORLD ONE VILLAGE is a good thing for our 99% WE THE PEOPLE whether US or global citizens.
THIS IS GLOBAL NBC -----DEVOPS.
'often needs a cultural transformation that builds a true community with the same aims and goals'.
Enterprise DevOps: It Takes a Village
Streamed live on Feb 9, 2017
When talking about enterprise DevOps transformation, many people look for a silver bullet—a magic wand that will convert an old, inefficient organization into a high-performing, DevOps-enabled IT team. But in truth there is no single silver bullet. DevOps takes a village. This DevOps village, like a real village, consists of physical infrastructure, as well as members. DevOps often needs a cultural transformation that builds a true community with the same aims and goals. No one vendor has all the tools and no one tool does it all. DevOps tools must work in unison. Finally, a methodology that recognizes the communal nature of DevOps is essential to bringing it all together.
There is no bigger source of MOVING FORWARD back to DARK AGES then of course those global TECHNOLOGY CORPORATIONS being merged into ONE WORLD ONE TECHNOLOGY CORPORATION----NBC TIME WARNER DISNEY having spent last century being the source of all that FANTASY MEDIA as ALICE/OZ/BATMAN/LOONEY TUNES/ GALACTIC HUMAN SLAVE TRADE AI----many of our US 99% WE THE PEOPLE are being tracked overseas as this global network is being installed being the earliest REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN.
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Our US Congress and CLINTON/BUSH/OBAMA have pushed as hard and fast as a basketball offensive guard to hit the basket of ONE WORLD ONE VILLAGE ONE ENERGY/TECHNOLOGY GRID. What used to be US media corporations were handed these few decade to global banking 1% and OLD WORLD KINGS AND QUEENS. These monopolies are illegal and can simply be dismantled if US 99% WE THE PEOPLE simply get rid of all global banking 5% freemason/Greek players having pledged to do ANYTHING THEY ARE TOLD.
YOU KNOW, EMPIRE ALICE'S 'WE DON'T CARE' PLAYERS.
We discussed in detail how South Africa is being taken by these global technology corporations laying cable tied to 5G microwave capture and transmission -----if our US workers are being sent to these overseas Foreign Economic Zones ----unlike these few decades passed---the goals are leaving our US 99% as EX-PATS. Those higher paying white collar professional jobs for our US freemason/Greeks-----DISAPPEARING MOVING FORWARD to ONE-WAY-TICKET ONLY with no higher pay-----you are a remittance man now.
How NBC Universal sped delivery and cut costs with DevOps
March 21, 2017 | Written by: Kevin Allen
If businesses find the success with DevOps that NBC Universal has, it’s safe to say that it’ll be sticking around.
At IBM InterConnect Monday, Angel Diaz, IBM vice president of developer technology and advocacy, told the crowd, “We are living in a technology-fueled business revolution.”
He was referring, of course, to DevOps, the approach to building software and applications that breaks down barriers between developers, IT staff and operation managers in an agile, iterative environment. It’s about tapping into the collective skill of what Diaz refers to as “the business technical pulse.”
“It’s all about the people; the mastery of the machine and the method,” Diaz said.
One organization that has mastered the machine and the method is NBC Universal. John Comas, who manages the company’s platform DevOps, was on hand to share his account of his company’s journey.
The approachIn a joint session at InterConnect titled “DevOps: The New Reality for Enterprise Transformation,” Comas said his company implemented DevOps to “modernize our technology to align with the business strategy.”
“DevOps gives us the agility to keep up with changes in the marketplace,” he said, “and it enables us to instantly respond to the ever-changing business requirements. Most importantly, it allows us to remain competitive with our corporate rivals.”
He told the crowd that he approached a DevOps culture at NBC Universal through what are commonly referred to as “The 5 C’s”:
With #DevOps, @NBCUniversal is “developing faster and more efficiently than ever and at much lower costs,” says John Comas. #ibminterconnect pic.twitter.com/JgPXmzs8eP
— IBM Cloud (@IBMcloud) March 20, 2017
- Continuous integration
- Continuous delivery
- Continuous testing
- Continuous feedback
- Continuous monitoring
“At its core, DevOps takes software development and systems integration and combines them together using agile methodology,” Comas said.
In his team’s continuous integration, developers commit code to the software configuration management and merge with the main line multiple times per day. Every commit results in a build. In continuous delivery, the same build is deployed to every environment, from development to production, and the team delivers smaller releases more often.
With continuous feedback, his team can provide “the pulse of the application development project” in real time, Comas said.
Continuous monitoring gives his team the ability to immediately alert the development team of any operational disruptions.
Comas said that NBC Universal’s software delivery life cycle was built on and powered through the IBM UrbanCode suite.
“It’s what I like to call ‘the central nexus of our DevOps,’” he said.
“We want to provide our consumers with the most comprehensive, robust, state-of-the-art, bleeding-edge DevOps capabilities in the industry,” he added. “We want to build software as efficiently as possible.”
The resultsWith DevOps, Comas said his team improved the quality of the code. He said the team is developing code “faster and more efficiently than ever and at much lower costs.”
His organization also brought together siloed teams: software development, quality assurance and technology operations.
But the real proof is in the numbers. For its Universal Orlando project, DevOps helped the business:
- Reduce app deployment time from 2.5 weeks to 20 minutes
- Reduce time for 1,000 test suite from 6-8 weeks to three hours
- Instantly provision production-like test environments with Skytap through UrbanCode
“Anyone can learn from the experiences that we’ve had at building this stuff together along with the open source communities,” Diaz said, “by understanding the practices in the Bluemix Garage Method.”
Find out more about how you can get started with the Bluemix Garage Method here.
We want to give one personal example of how NOT TO BE TIED TO CLAN-----rather winning because we fight to be US 99% WE THE PEOPLE ---CITIZENS.
WALSH has a long history of OLD WORLD KINGS AND QUEENS medieval players today having many WALSH families as FREEMASON/GREEKS------some with lots of money. Some are PROTESTANT---some are CATHOLIC ----some are HUMANISTS.
What we see filling our US global banking LITERARY STAR novels et al are stories of AMERICANS looking back at their OLD WORLD CLANS---rather than last century's stories of AMERICA THE GREAT---AMERICA THE FREE---AMERICA the place all the world wants to be.
Walsh Jesuit High School is a private, Jesuit high school in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio, United States. Founded in 1964, the school was funded by a gift from and named after Cornelius and Jane Walsh. It has been recognized twice as a Blue Ribbon School of Excellence by the U.S. Department of Education, in 1985 and again in 2002.
'The Walsh crest, usually shown with a banner reading the Walsh motto, and topped with a Swan that has been pierced by an arrow'.
So, why did WE not tie ourselves to CLAN---------
BECAUSE WE KNEW MOVING FORWARD ONE WORLD ONE GOVERNANCE for only the global 1% would throw all 5% freemason/Greek players under the bus-----while fighting to be a US CITIZEN-----with US CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS---BILL OF RIGHTS---AGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT HUMAN RIGHTS ---THE I AM MAN AND WOMAN RIGHTS -----was light years better than being that WALSH CLAN MEMBER.
These freemason/Greek economic policies tied to 3000BC LAISSEZ FAIRE global market were felt mostly in our original 13 AMERICAN COLONIES. Our 99% of US WE THE PEOPLE did not feel or experience the capture of OLD WORLD KINGS AND QUEENS----we were too busy being CITIZENS within a REAL US DOMESTIC LOCAL ECONOMY actually having rights, freedoms, able to have any political voice we wanted.......YOU KNOW, we were REAL left social progressive US CITIZENS.
We are AMERICAN loving our Irish/Celtic ROOTS knowing the history of REMITTANCE MEN AND WOMEN bringing NO power to our US 99% of WE THE PEOPLE black, white, and brown citizens.
Please stop CLANNING AROUND --- stand up and be US CITIZENS!
'The Walsh Clan
- Eoin 'Pope' O'Mahony - YouTube
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFer0To-zdM This audio is from a Radio Eireann (now RTE) programme called 'Meet the Clans' broadcast in the late 1950s & early 1960s. A man known as Eoin (‘Pope’) O’ Mah...'
Tracing your Irish ancestry - The Walsh Clan
IrishCentral Staff Writer
October 14, 2016 08:11 AM
Irish derivation: Ó Breathnach
Name meaning: "Breton," "Welshman," or "Foreigner"
Counties associated with the name: Cork, Dublin, Kerry, Kilkenny, Limerick, Mayo, Offaly, Sligo, Tipperary,
Coat of arms motto: Transfixed, but not dead.
- Fourth most common surname in Ireland
- The French government distinguished an Irish immigrant Walsh family in the 1700s for their efforts in the French army.
- The name was used in particular to denote the Welshmen who arrived in Ireland in the wake of Strongbow’s Anglo-Norman invasion of 1170.
- Kenneth Branagh (1960-, Northern Irish actor) ;
- John Walsh (1945-, host of "America's Most Wanted")
- Maria Elena Walsh (1930-2011, Argentine singer and writer)
- Kate Walsh (1967-, American actress)
- Kimberly Walsh (1981-, British singer)
- Norman Walsh (1932-2010, Rhodesian/Zimbabwean air marshal)