Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Dogs, electric shocks and poverty

AS Photo 1I stumbled upon the concept of “Learned Helplessness” almost accidentally and I promise that it has something to do with dogs, electrical shocks, poverty and human beings.

But first, the theory

We owe this concept to two North American psychologists: Martin Seligman and Steven Maier. They did some experiments (here animal lovers might get very angry, but please continue reading as you might be happier at the end of the text….). The two men and their team conditioned dogs (that’s a change from the ‘rat experience’) to expect an electrical shock after hearing a tone. (I agree this is not very nice, here is the phone number of a group called “Animal World” dedicated to the welfare of animals: 901-791-2455.)
After the dogs were well conditioned, they were moved to a box (hopefully a big enough one), separated in the middle by a low barrier. The dogs were on the right side. On the left side, there was no electricity, no electric shocks.
AS Photo 2Did the conditioned dogs jump over the barrier? No, they did not. They did not even try. They did not even try when other companions of the same breed (who had never received shocks or only sometimes received shocks, lucky and half lucky them) were placed in the same box, and found out the trick by jumping over the barrier to safety.

So what is the link with poverty here?

Am I trying to say that poor people are like dogs? Well, obviously they are not. And if they were, we would all be like dogs as well. I would choose to be Labrador, black preferably, because they are my favorite.
No, what I am trying to say, and actually it is not me saying it, but researchers and scientists, is that when people live in long-lasting and extreme poverty, it is highly probable that, having received so many electric shocks throughout their lives, they might come to a point in which they are convinced and expect that nothing they do will change anything in their situation.
So you have understood that I am not comparing dogs with the poor, but electrical shocks with extreme poverty.
Let’s go back to the dogs.
The first time Isaac (that’s the name of the dog, who, by the way, was a great-great-great-…..grand-father of Jesus, two respectable men) received the shock, what did he do? I bet you some 10-billion Filipino Pesos, that he jumped, shouted and howled (he’s a dog), and tried to escape in order to put an end to this highly unpleasant experience. The shock stopped, but without him, out of breath, being in the position to understand how it started and how it stopped.
We have to say here that Isaac is from all angles a standard dog. He is not cleverer or more stupid than the average. In short he is like you and me (well, of course, if we were dogs).
Isaac experienced some moments of respite, but again, out of the blue, the shock started again. He jumped and howled even louder than the first time, but nothing happened. Moreover the shock stopped when he was not trying anymore to avoid it.
Etc,etc, etc, for many sessions, until Isaac, passing from the rank of Jesus’ ancestor, turned into a passive self, not even trying to make one single movement to stop the shocks: he knows they will occur again, he has learned he cannot do anything about it.

Let’s go back to the humans.

The first time Rebekah (dear wife of Isaac in the Bible, not in this story, obviously) remembers having experienced frustration, it was when she wanted to eat ‘hotsilog’, which is composed of fried rice, egg and hot dog (one of my favourites by the way, even though I prefer tosilog). But her parents told her there was only rice with half an egg each.
They gave her P10 for her baon for school. She thought to ask her friend to share the cost so that each would eat half of the hotdog. Rebekah so much wanted to know the taste of it. But her friend had no money on that day and nobody else agreed to share with her: “we don’t share with squatters, you are all thieves”, was what some said.
AS Photo 3We have to say here that Rebekah is from all angles a standard girl of 12 years old. She is not cleverer or more stupid than average. In short she is like you and me (and whether you are a woman or a man, doesn’t make much of a difference).
Frustration was more often present at school. Despite all her efforts, she was failing in too many subjects. It was already the second time she was in grade 4 and again, she would not pass. She started to be teased by classmates and even the teacher for her older age. Having to study using candle-light, with the heat, moisture and mosquitoes never ending their bites, was not helping. Her parents were trying to help sometimes but they could not do so much.
AS Photo 4Her frustration over the following months grew bigger and little by little she put fewer efforts in studying, until she dropped out. She looked around her, at her parents and neighbours: Everyday they were waking up early, doing odd jobs until night fall, but they still didn’t have enough to feed their children. The only time she ever ate hotdog was a few years ago when a charity group had their Christmas outreach and treated them to fast food. The cheapest meal there was hotsilog.
She also looked at the other youth and adults around, who from morning to evening were not doing much, looking gloomily around.
Rebekah started to be convinced that no matter what she does, her situation will not change; she is internalizing that she cannot do anything about it.

Let’s go back to….life.

Can someone explain why it is easier for me to make jokes about a dog receiving electrical shocks during an experiment (again, my apologies to the animal lovers) than about a girl who already looks helplessly towards her future?
So what is the solution?
To stop the helplessness felt by Isaac, the scientists simply have to stop pressing the button. Thank you to everyone who called the phone number mentioned above!
And what can be done to stop the helplessness of Rebekah? xxxx simply have to xxxx (hummm, I need your help here: “who” has to stop or start doing “what”? What is the phone number?)

The website “Animal World

This website (a very nice one by the way) gives part of the solution: “Animal World is a non-profit organization dedicated to the welfare of animals and is working with organizations, decision makers and the public-at-large to bring about awareness as to the plight of the animals of our world. Our mission is to create a better understanding and underscore respect for all the planet’s precious creatures through a strengthening of communities. Mobilizing citizens, working with schools, youth groups, and governors in each state, Animal World is creating a new direction to advance the greater good through exciting progressive strategies that are creating a movement.”AS Photo 5
Now, let’s change the name “Animal World” into “A World without Poverty” and the word “animals” into “humans” and we may get some draft of answers as to the ‘who’ and ‘what’. Just the phone number is still missing, but you can try to dial (0063) 2 563.93.12

For an ending

I need to clarify that in my life I have had 4 cats, 2 dogs and 1 piggybank (…ah no! it was a guinea pig) and when each of them died (of natural causes), I cried, and I buried them with a little ceremony and flowers.

Voices_3: “Our priorities”



In our previous Voices, we told you that we have to choose “our priorities.”  
Why? With our income we cannot spend on everything.  
Based on the survey and interviews, our priorities are our children’s education and our livelihood. Food came in third. Of course, housing is also important as we do not wish our children to stay in such places.


I became interested in the study group because it is about education and housing. Those two things are all I dream of for my grandchildren. I want to find a way, while I can and while I am still alive, so that they will finish their education.  It will give them more chance to find a decent job.
In the family, we often lack of money.  I have a neighbour who owns a sari-sari store. Her son is a classmate of my grandson. When they have projects, my neighbor will give me money and I will buy the material for both of the students. It is a form of agreement I have with my neighbour.  
I want my grandchildren to leave the cemetery. It is crazy here. Anywhere you go, you see the dead. Many people ask me, “Do you want them to grow up there?”  I answer: “No, who wants that kind of life for her grandchildren? It’s just that there is not much I can do about it.”
A grandmother living in a cemetery



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Voices 2: "The People behind the Voices"


Who are we? We are 90 adults who participated in this research: ages 18 years old above, single, married parents, and grand-parents. 


We live in 4 different Metro Manila communities.
1) Under the bridge and just above the estero. We have to be very creative and resourceful in building our rooms.  Without a degree, somehow we are architects. We know how to organize our little belongings in such a tiny place.
2) In a public cemetery, either inside the mausoleums (with the authorization of the owner) or make-shift structures on top of tombstones. We are not afraid of the ghosts. We don’t count any more the number of burials and tears we have witnessed.
3) Under another bridge, along another waterway, but with the same endurance and resilience as our friends from the first bridge.       
4) In a small upgraded informal settlers’ area. We don’t make both ends meet but some of us manage to live in a ‘formal housing’; tough, a minority.


In our last "Voices", we told you that we earn an average of P190/day. Some of us earn more than this while others earn less. Within our communities, we experience different levels of poverty. 
Most of us are self-employed,having informal work. We live near our source of livelihood and utilize whatever skills we have learned or experienced. A minority (around 15%) have contractual, casual or regular employment.

We know very well that we live in dangerous or inhospitable environments but we keep on residing there. Why? We always have to choose between “impossible choices”: Purchase materials for the school projects or buy food? Pay for the snacks of the children or buy medicine for my sick husband? Move to the relocation site to have a real 'house' or stay in Manila to keep the livelihood and scholarships? etc... 
Endless impossibilities. 

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Voices: “We don’t earn enough to live in security”

This is part 1 of regular updates we will post about our participatory action-research done with families living in poverty, on housing, education and livelihood.

-The daily average income of an adult is 190Php. -If husband and wife both earn = 380Php/day average income for a family.
-22% of adults don’t earn or so irregularly that they can’t tell an average. 
-On the adults earning, 41% have more than one way of earning.

Based on NSO expenditure data, the lowest 30% of the population spend 59% of their earnings on food = the family spends 224Php out of 380Php in order to eat, independently of the number of children they have. Thus they still have 156Php to spend for other purposes.

Little exercise:
On what will the family spend on priority? Where will they live? How will the parents provide for the education of their children? What happens when health problems arise? What about leisure, culture?

The National Statistical Coordination Board (NSCB) in its “Report on the state of poverty in the country, as of first semester of 2012”, states that one family, in the NCR region, is not poor if they have more than 336Php per day.

So don't these families mentioned above live in poverty? Shouldn’t the amount from NSCB be reviewed upwards?

[Note: 54adults answered the survey. Including their spouses, 94 were questioned regarding their earnings (73 earn and 21 don’t earn)]

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Why I Volunteer



by Carmen Perez


For six years, I have joined an activity for mothers living in deprived areas, creating Christmas decorations to brighten their homes.  Some live wooden structures built under a bridge. Some live in makeshift tarpaulins hooked up between mausoleums located in a cemetery.  Some are in crowded rooms found in overpopulated cement buildings. 

Each year has come with its special memories. This year's highlight was again joyful.   I arrived at the appointed hour but the first session had already started. This is to show how eager they are to do something to brighten their homes.  One young mother with her two-month old baby was first to sit for the activity I offered.  The children were allowed to come this year.  Previously, the mothers were discouraged to bring their children with them. Workshops were also held for children only.  But with whom could they leave their children behind? A young girl came to sit on my other side. Then, a little boy (around 8 years old) asked me if he could participate. So I made space for him to sit beside me and I helped him.  Soon after the half of the table were full of children.  They were two boys who also wanted to join.  So I asked them to bring stools, sit on the door ledge behind me so I could help them.  It was interesting that the boys were more enthusiastic. The activity involved pasting sequins and glitter on an angel cut-out. In the beginning I gave them pentel pens for them to color but they wanted to use the glitter. Imagine four or five boys (8 to 9 years) working so hard, no fidgeting, no jostling, sharing the glitter, helping one another.  Only at the end, did the little boy beside me spill the glitter on the table. I could easily excuse him. He was making his second angel, another one for his 2 year old brother.  As I packed my things to leave, the little one offered to bring the boxes to the car. At the gate, they all said their good-byes, some hugging, some making "Mano"(custom of pressing the hand against the elder's forehead and some kissing my arm. If I took into consideration, the preparation time (photocopying, putting materials and tools together), the travel time, the 3 hour-activity, the minimal expense of materials (scraps from previous workshops), I could not compress all these to gauge and measure the touching recompense I received in return. 

In giving and not expecting nor anticipating anything in return, one is rewarded, often times instantaneously.  It may not be from the person one had intended a gift  nor for whom one has done a good deed.  It is usually brought forth from within, a verve of feeling, an inner source or surely grace from God. This is why I volunteer.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Commemoration on october 14 at Malate Catholic Church

October 17: International Day to Overcome Extreme Poverty

Ang Pandaigdigang Araw Upang Sugpuin Ang Matinding Kahirapan 

A commemoration on Sunday October 14 at Malate Catholic Church Gymnasium from 1:00 to 5:00pm




Sunday, October 7, 2012

International Day to Overcome Extreme Poverty

Extreme Poverty: a violation of Human Rights.



At the initiative of ATD Fourth World Movement, over one thousand people from five continents, who face the violence of poverty every day, shared their pain, their resistance and their initiatives. They shared their knowledge and their proposals with academics, public officials and others active in this field.
This film presents the violence of contempt, of being considered useless, of seeing ones rights to learn, to decent housing, to healthcare, to family life being endlessly violated. Sometimes it is aid itself which is so maladjusted that it becomes violent.
Breaking this silence concerns us all. It starts by recognising the courage of those who resist this violence and supporting their efforts. Because these men and women struggle tirelessly to build peace.
You can use this video for an event on October 17. It is a good tool to get into the international theme of this World Day for Overcoming Poverty.


http://overcomingpoverty.org/article/extreme-poverty-is-violence-video-8