Skip to main content

Math Problem or Word Problem?



Giving Tuesday is one of those days when I am so upset that I don’t have enough money to give that I just shut down. 

I wrestle with how much money I can safely donate while still having enough to meet personal needs. As you might imagine, this struggle is not methodical nor scientific. I do not have lists nor analyses to inform my charitable giving. I have a gut feeling about how much I can afford to give and I try to work with that.

If you read this blog with any regularity you are aware of the causes I support and the nonprofits I admire. I try to give when I can and use my social capital to promote them when I can’t give an actual monetary donation. They tend to fall (roughly) into two categories: responding to concerning needs, and pursuing important goals.

This year I truly feel a whole new category of need rising up out of the usual candidates on Giving Tuesday: those who are responding to catastrophic crises mostly caused by the current administration in Washington. For example, this would include organizations like the World Central Kitchen and Médecins Sans Frontières (internationally) and Luminus and Columbia Community Care (locally). 

So now there are more options to consider on a day when very few of us have the kind of funds to address them all. That’s a math problem, I guess. But it comes infused with a whole lot of values decisions, doesn’t it? 

Here’s your word problem:

Beth has xxxx dollars available to donate on Giving Tuesday. Should she use it in one lump sum to one organization to have the most impact, or should she divide it and give a small amount to each of the multiple organizations she believes in? 

A bonus essay question: what happens to charitable giving when community members are forced to engage in this kind of triage? When we become focused on addressing just the most basic survival issues what becomes of initiatives to support access to the arts, intellectual freedom, caring for the natural world?These are all vitally important yet are now head-to-head with impending starvation and the growing menace of neighbors being grabbed off the streets.

Hearts starve as well as bodies. Give us bread, but give us roses.

- - Bread and Roses, James Oppenheim and Mimi Farina 

But: how?

I’m interested in your responses. I have a feeling that there’s no one perfect answer. If you have a particular local cause you’d like to boost, feel free to add it in the Comments.


Village Green/Town² Comments

Comments

  1. Please do not submit comments here. This function will be disabled shortly. Use the link above instead. Thank you!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Teacher Gifts

Today is the last day of school before the Winter Break. It’s a good time to remember the far-reaching nature of our public school system. You may not have children. You may have sent your children to independent schools. It matters not. You will be impacted one way or another. Yesterday I read a long thread on Facebook about several waves of illness in the schools right now. There’s influenza A and norovirus, I believe. And of course there’s COVID. Apparently in some individual schools the rate of illness is high enough for school admin to notify parents.  When I was little the acceptable holiday gift for a teacher was one of those lovely floral handkerchief squares. (I don’t know what it was for male teachers. They were rare in my elementary years.) These days the range of teacher gifts is wider and I have fond memories of Target gift cards which I have written about before. I think it’s safe to say that giving one’s teacher Influenza, norovirus, or COVID is not the ideal holiday...

F ³: We Are Not Entitled

  A college student went missing. His family and friends were distraught. The community was encouraged to be on the lookout and spread the word.  Days passed.  They must have been agonizing days for those who cared about the missing student. Thoughts that foul play had been involved cannot have been far from their thoughts.  Then, at last, the student was found. Alive. The news was shared with the public.  So. Much. Relief. A family had been reunited with their child. Even though we know that life is complicated, I think it is okay to accept this as a happy ending and leave it at that.  But the world of social media says no. For every expression of joy at the news came questions and even judgement. It became clear to me that some folks felt entitled to an explanation. They wanted the backstory. It’s as though they felt that, by enlisting the help of the public on social media, the authorities now owed them all the details. Television dramas often weave curr...

Separate and Unequal

  Remember “Separate but equal”? Remember how that really meant that Black schools languished in  broken-down buildings without adequate heat or toilet facilities, with cast-off, ragged learning materials, underfunded and largely ignored? The Supreme Court struck that down in 1954. The evidence was clear that separate was not equal. Plessy v Ferguson had led to - - no, endorsed - - deeply unequal schooling and opportunities. We tend to think of Brown v Board as being purely about racial integration. It was not.  It was about the logical consequences of segregation. And they were not, not, not equal. The ruling in 1954 didn’t transform public education for non-whites into a land of milk and honey by any means. But it articulated some essential truths in a way that made including everyone a legal precedent which could be relied upon and built upon. It was better than what came before it but it rested upon unsteady ground. It did not necessarily change the hearts or minds ...