My gift to you today

...is a reminder that sometimes we citizens of the U.S. do not have all the answers. I work in philanthropy, specifically for a foundation that provides support to grassroots organizations in El Salvador. We have an amazing group of donors who have worked hard to understand that we are not the ones saving poor people in El Salvador; they are doing that for themselves with projects they conceived, study, test, educate, and implement. What we do is provide the funds so that their work can continue until they are self-sufficient. It is not our job to tell them how to save their own people. International donors need to understand this before they send out that check. You are not saving anyone. You are providing the means so they can save themselves.

Right now, things in Burma are a mess and the news that gets out sounds worse and worse. International aid ships are turned away daily. Air-dropped food and supplies are stolen by the junta and used for their own purposes. It is too easy to see this and allow ourselves to wonder in despair how we can ever help. What will happen to those poor Burmese people? Well, of course, they are doing what those poor people in Africa did long before Bono came along: they are saving themselves. The following is a letter shared on the God's Politics Blog. Please read it and keep in mind sometimes we don't hold all the solutions:

As Westerners we want Western solutions for Burma. We want planes to fly in supplies to save people who we know could be saved. We live in a world where we can replace bad hearts with good hearts, clone organs, and do bone marrow transplants. We think putting men on the moon is old school. Flying in a planeload of life-saving supplies should be child's play.

In Burma making a phone call is difficult. Only seven percent of the country's 52 million people have electricity. For Burma's excessively paranoid generals we might just as well ask them if we can fly in a planeload of anthrax as one of aid. To them, this act might save lives but it would poison the culture, and while it may be a culture of fear and defeat, they unfortunately see it as their culture to defend.

To make a difference in Burma we have no choice but to deal with what is, not what we as Westerners think should be. I detest the current regime. I can't for the life of me comprehend their cruelty. This is the side of humanity that makes me want to throw up my hands in utter despair and quit, but I can't because quitting is what allows governments like this to continue.

I am so proud right now to be working with a group of people who haven't quit Burma. A group that spans the globe, a group that is organizing in the face of utter despair and effectively getting help to cyclone victims in ways that could get many of them arrested if they were ever found out.

What is in Burma is that international aid is failing; goods sent in to help disaster victims are being co-opted by the government. The military, once stuck with the problem of how to feed and clothe their 400,000 soldiers, now has enough rice stores to feed them for years to come. Likewise with medicine.

However, what is also happening in Burma is that internal aid is working. Granted that it lacks the fairy-tale effect of a white horse riding in, complete with knight in shining armor, or wizards with magic wands that can turn the horrible truth into a happy ending, but in a very real way, in a very empowering way, Burma's people are saving themselves -- despite the generals.

Supported by those who refuse to quit, a quiet revolt is taking place. A strong grassroots movement is evolving to bring goods to those in need. It travels many routes and is crossing continents and cultures -- some routes are above ground -- small convoys of concerned citizens with used clothing and humble donations, businessmen with enough clout and connections to get permission to transport small quantities of relief – many adopting a village and rallying friends to sustain support - and some routes go underground – traveling through bank accounts and well-established black market trades long used by insurgents and smugglers. Even many military officials, appalled by the suffering they face each day, are denying orders and secretly transporting aid.

I was really amazed when the Saffron Revolution was so easily quashed. I was saddened to see the despondent faces of those I passed every day on the street afterward, people who had had the opportunity to support their most revered and had failed to do so. Defeat went well beyond the monks and deep into the heart of the entire country.

But this time is different. Perhaps because of that defeat, perhaps because the general's decisions to refuse lifesaving aid is just more callous than anyone can accept, I'm seeing strength and unification among people who otherwise may have continued to remain passive.

I really don't know if this will come to fruition, if this will be the catalyst that actually unites an active resistance movement and that that movement will grow. I don't know if the temptation of controlling a well-fed army will serve as the tipping point for internal conflict in the military, but what I do know is that in the face of it all, my faith in humanity is once again being restored. So long as we don't give up, there is hope for those cyclone victims still surviving. So long as we don't give up there is still hope that Burma will change for the better, and in our lifetime. So long as we don't give up, others won't give up.

My thanks really goes out to all those of you who continue to lend support, to all of you who understand that the gap between what should be and what is is currently too wide to jump in Burma, that even planes can't cross it, but that this is not a reason to stop helping.

What should be may never come to Burma, but what is is still worth saving.

Many thanks,

Name omitted by request.

I don't know what's going to happen in Burma. But long after we've forgotten all about them, after the next tragedy, after the election heats up, after the NBA finals, after it is all said and done: they will be taking care of their own.