Beggars Everywhere

I often encounter people asking me for money on the streets of Winnipeg and I’m still trying to figure out the best way to deal with it. I had the same dilemma when we traveled in India.  A blind man stands outside our van window, his cupped hands raised in a silent plea for money. Two children dance along the street at our side, their hungry eyes imploring us to share the cold fruit drinks we’ve just purchased. A family huddled around a fire on the highway median breaks rank as our vehicle approaches. They jump up and down begging for rupees. The images of India that will haunt me the longest are the faces of the beggars. I’m ashamed to say their persistence exhausted me, but we could hardly walk a step in India without being stubbornly followed, repeatedly touched or verbally assailed by beggars. I admit at times I was honestly afraid of the beggars. It embarrassed me, especially because most of them were elderly or children. One late afternoon we were walking down the streets of Jaipur and my husband Dave decided to take a short cut to a coffee shop, by crossing an empty lot where a group of gypsies were camped. Indian cities are full of these communities of itinerant workers who come in from the countryside to do construction jobs. Their families accompany them and using sticks and blankets create makeshift shelters anywhere they can find space. They have no water supply, dependable food sources, or sanitation facilities and their children don’t attend school. Many rely on begging to supplement their meager temporary income. Dave was walking quickly and was way ahead of me when a whole group of gypsy children surrounded me asking for money. A half-dozen of them were shouting, grabbing my arms, snatching at my purse and pulling on my clothes. I was scared I would fall down or be pushed down. I shouted for Dave. He turned around and took a step back towards me. This was enough to send the children flying off in all directions as I hurried to catch up with Dave. It was difficult to know if we should give money to beggars. We were advised not to do so by our tour guides.

I had read Rohinton Mistry’s book A Fine Balance before going to India. It paints a moving portrait of beggars in India but also makes one aware begging is really a profession with many different middlemen and entrepreneurs involved. Often the beggars themselves receive little or none of the cash they collect.

We spent an evening in Delhi at the family home of one of our Hong Kong teaching colleagues. Our colleague’s sister is a doctor. She told us about a Delhi physician arrested recently for operating on homeless children to deliberately maim them. The children’s ‘bosses’ had arranged for these surgeries to make the beggar children seem more pathetic to potential donors.

Our colleague’s father, a retired newspaperman, told us people routinely fly into Delhi from different Asian countries to make their fortune begging on the streets. They dress up to look destitute and once they’ve raked in enough cash they head back home.

I’m sure it is best not to give money to beggars, but it is very hard to turn your back on them. My husband Dave found this particularly difficult and I would often see him slipping money to people.

One way I dealt with the situation was to offer the beggars rupees for taking their photographs. It gave them a way to ‘earn’ money, but perhaps I was only taking advantage of their desperate situation. I certainly don’t need photographs to remind me of the beggars of India. Their faces will continue to haunt my memory for a very long time.

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2 responses to “Beggars Everywhere

  1. Ken Fegol

    I marvel how you always make your stories so interesting and wanting to read more .
    When I was in India, in my journey around the world, back in 1990, I met a boy with his little sister begging for money in Bombay. He showed me around the city in the evening, then met the next day. He wanted quite a few rupees, as he was looking after several other children. He brought the other eight children, and I bought them all a Coke at the Gate of India. After I got home, I got in touch with my contact in Bombay. After a long search, we found Raghu(?) and jumping ahead, I arranged to look after the 8 kids. A friend of mine, Harsha, told me about an article that he read in Maclains magazine, about Child Haven Orphanages started by Bonnie and Fred Cappuccino. I used to send packages of books, clothing, etc to Bonnie to give to my kids. Anyway, I just want you to know that Bonnie and Fred will be in Winnipeg for a fundraiser on Sunday, September 24, at the Caboto Center. Information is at Child Haven International- Winnipeg Fund Raiser. Maybe I’ll see you there ?

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