Rollin' Like Sisyphus

When The Helping Hand Gets Gleefully Bitten

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on February 12, 2015
The help ain't helping...

The help ain’t helping…

With the world in its current state of tumult, and where you can’t traverse a city block or country mile without stumbling over someone in need of help, it seems downright criminal to continue letting children sate their wanderlust by “volunteering” in some far-flung crucible of squalor and despair, where helping hands are simply not wanted, but barely tolerated – which brings us to the case of a globe-trotting US aid volunteer who stuck some poor people with hypodermic needles, did some HIV screenings, and got herself taken hostage by a cohort who neither wanted or needed her help, who then sold her off to another cohort who neither wanted or needed her help, then the Official Story declares that she’s dead, which is horrible, but at this point the only thing worse is her still being alive.
And that’s a real possibility, since the family only saw a three photos, two of which show a bruised, “lifeless” face while the third showed her covered in a white burial shroud – but you don’t have to be dead to appear lifeless in a still photograph.
Had the globetrotter merely availed herself of the countless opportunities to help people close to home, people as much in need and more thankful for it, she’d still be alive to continue helping. But I have a hunch none of it was ever really about helping people at all. Rather, it was a way to immerse herself in the exotic on the cheap, cobbling together an interesting line item for her CV while placating a heapin’ helpin’ of white guilt along with the street cred necessary to play the killer trump card at every cocktail party where the subject of third-world problems inevitably comes up. It was less about helping people and more about an informal internship for the kinds of people who get a degree in political science at third tier colleges but must actually make the degree marketable at some point.
Or maybe I’m completely full of shit, which is always a safe bet, but I’ve known too many people whose early life stories read just like this, and the last thing anyone needs is this sad, sick affair to make a martyr out of someone who could have actually helped her own community but forsook that for no other reason than her own lust for the strange and exotic.
Top Tip: if you truly feel a desire to help, there are plenty of people in desperate need just a short drive away – there is almost no benefit in sending a perky mid-20s woman from the Southwestern desert halfway around the world only to give out flu shots, even without the madcap antics of swarthy mujaheddin looking for white people to kidnap.


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  1. El Borak said, on February 12, 2015 at 18:40

    If another smug young liberal really wants to take up the White [wo]Man’s Burden, she could hardly do better than Philadelphia’s 30 blocks of Squalor. So far, only artists, who create frescoes of Black people doing amazing things that overlook black people not doing amazing things, have taken notice of the opportunities to be reviled, unappreciated, and probably murdered right here at home.

  2. Doom said, on February 13, 2015 at 05:04

    Speak for yourself. I, myself, if I thought it would encourage more of these types to go there, would create a charity to pay for their tickets and any other simple travel expenses to send them where they belong. If you do not believe in hell, you will almost surely find yourself there. If you believe in the enemy of your, and almost all, people, you will most surely become a danger to your people. I would prefer the friends of my enemies to be with my enemies. Just as I would prefer those who wish for hell on earth to find hell proper before somehow figuring out how to bring (more of a) hell to earth. It’s just business, my friend. Just business.

  3. Giraffe said, on February 13, 2015 at 07:41

    taken notice of the opportunities to be reviled, unappreciated, and probably murdered right here at home

    That was probably not meant to be funny. But I chuckled.

    Perhaps she can at least serve as the pin to pop the bubble these people live in. And Doom has a point. If one person won’t do it, send more.

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