It’s the saddest thing about visiting places like SEA. Anyone who can spend tons of time in an area with just gobsmacking amounts of crushing poverty without it taking a toll on them is deeply suspect to me. I certainly felt a immense amount of guilt and anger by the end of my last trip years ago, and I wasn’t a Marxist at that point, it was just basic empathy.
I still remember the face of a beggar in the street I saw for half a second 15 years ago when I was in Malaysia. These “white guys move to an impoverished country to live like kings.” kinds of guys are some of the most revolting people I can imagine.
It’s the saddest thing about visiting places like SEA. Anyone who can spend tons of time in an area with just gobsmacking amounts of crushing poverty without it taking a toll on them is deeply suspect to me. I certainly felt a immense amount of guilt and anger by the end of my last trip years ago, and I wasn’t a Marxist at that point, it was just basic empathy.
I still remember the face of a beggar in the street I saw for half a second 15 years ago when I was in Malaysia. These “white guys move to an impoverished country to live like kings.” kinds of guys are some of the most revolting people I can imagine.