People talk of helping with village livlihoods. So do I. And then I wonder.
Every sustainable livlihood is there in the village, perfected thro' the generations to a fineness. The potter with his locally made, totally degradeable pots. The waver. The thatcher. The bamboo worker.
We urbans go there with plastics, and sell cheap unsutainable options, and destroy those potters and bamboo weavers. We go with schemes of cement houses for the poor and destroy their thatching. And then a few of us go again, and speak to the villager again of 'sustainable livlihoods'.
Because we cannot rein in the greed of our own community. So we go and preach to the gentlest, who have done no wrong. We, the educated community, are pests. All of us, the plastics engineer and the alternative wallah.