A Piggy Bank for a Girl Called Suu

Our guest blogger Connie, an expat living in Chiang Mai, northern Thailand, tells us how she became involved with a local grassroots initiative dedicated to helping the Burmese refugee community. She writes about expatriate life in Thailand on her private blog.

Lots of people spend spring break on a beach in Thailand. Not me. Last spring break, I went to a Thai garbage dump. It’s not that garbage dumps are my thing. Quite the contrary. But thanks to a friend I made through InterNations and a chance meeting with a girl named Suu, I’ve been spending more time at a trash dump than I would ever have imagined.

Last spring break, a group of Rotarians in Chiang Mai, where I live, invited me to join them on a service trip to a medical clinic for Burmese refugees run by a remarkable woman named Dr. Cynthia. Dr. Cynthia is sometimes called the Mother Teresa of Thailand. I was eager to meet her and to see her free clinic.

The clinic is located in the city of Mae Sot on the Thai/Burmese border. The trip to the garbage dump was a last minute add-on. One of the women in our group said she had heard there was a community of Burmese refugees, including many children, working and living in the Mae Sot municipal dump. She had been told the community was very poor and in need of everything.

We bought a bunch of children’s clothes and went to the dump. And that was where I met a little girl named Suu. Suu and her mom, along with 500,000 other Burmese, have fled their country to escape the war that has been wrecking the country for sixty years.

Suu and her mom had learned that there was work and a safe (compared to their home) place to live in Mae Sot. The place was the Mae Sot municipal garbage dump. They decided it was better to live with trash than to be treated like trash in their native country. So they moved to the dump, constructed a shack as shelter from the rain, and now sift through the trash to make some money from recycling bits of plastic.

Hundreds of other Burmese refugees also live at the dump even though there are no toilets, food is scarce, and the water is polluted. Often people get sick. The recycler does not pay much, so everyone, including Suu and the other children, work long into the night. Despite working hard, people go hungry. Suu and her mom get by as best they can.

They invited me into their “house” and offered me — by the way they handled it– a precious cup of soda pop. We couldn’t speak the same language, but we communicated anyway. I was touched by their generosity.

Many of the people who flee Burma have little but the clothes on their backs. They labor as illegal immigrants in Thailand and elsewhere and live as unwelcome guests wherever they can. They do the backbreaking labor no one else wants to do. The situation in Burma is changing, but it is still not safe for many refugees, like Suu, to return home due to continued military action over there.

Many people visit the dump when they come to Mae Sot. They take a lot of pictures as though they were in a zoo. “How can people live like this?” they ask with disgust. “Why don’t they go back to their own country?” Suu and her mom and the others at the dump are friendly to all the visitors, even though they do not ask permission to take photos or understand why the refugees live at a dump. What I learned from Suu and her mom is that no one wants to live in a garbage dump, but it is safer and offers more opportunity to work than their home.

At the dump, Suu and her mom and the others can live with less fear and more freedom. At the dump, they have a community. But what they do not have is clean water, sanitation, or much food.

The stench and flies overwhelmed the group of visitors I was with. In addition to the squalor, the fact that the people living at the dump were refugees made the situation seem too complicated to do anything long-term to help. The group also knew that many well-meaning people in the past had seen this poverty and tried to assist but had failed. Unfortunately, the well-intentioned projects the people brought were not discussed with those who lived at the dump. Not being of or rooted in the community, the projects did not gain ground and withered.

After meeting Suu, her mom, and the others, it was impossible for me to walk away without trying to do something that would be effective and not repeat past mistakes. Through a process of trial and error and a lot of research, I eventually met an expat named Christina here in Chiang Mai through InterNations, who had international development experience and an approach that made sense to me.

It’s an approach that is deceptively simple: in order to do effective development in a community, it’s important to communicate with the people who live there. It’s vital to find out what kind of help the community thinks will be effective and then to partner with it to bring about change.

Raising pigs at the dump for extra income to help alleviate hunger is the community’s idea and goal. Pigletsforprogress.org is a grassroots group of progress-minded people, including Christina, the community leaders at the dump, and others like me who want to help the community reach its goal.

I think of it as a piggy bank for Suu.

(Image credit: 1)-3) Connie M. 4) Piglets for Progress)