…of Jakarta is that there is incredible wealth and abject poverty. There are designer clothing stores and a community of people who live in the garbage dump (one of many, I’m sure). The difference, as I have been noting many differences between life here and “home” in North America, is that there is no way to escape the paradox of this city.
I was having this discussion with some of my colleagues (Chris, Glenn, Trent – I’m talking about you) and we talked about how easy it is, in the “developed world” to see poverty and those living in it, and then escape back to the suburb or neighborhood or gated community of your choice and forget what was just seen. Here, in Jakarta, there is no escape. The wealth lives next to the poverty. The highly fortunate live behind a wall that is built against the open lot in which people barely subsist. The Rolls Royce (and yes, there was one that passed me on my walk home from work last Thursday) drives right past the flower sellers and “Ayam Bakar” merchants. They all live in the same place.
Purposeful ignorance is the only way to avoid seeing those who, by chance, were born into a life of poverty. That’s the paradox of the city in which I live.
July 29, 2012 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: Compassion, Indonesia, Jakarta, Life, Musings, Paradox, Philosophy, Photo, photography, Photos, Pictures, Random, Reflection, Sales, Social Consciousness, Society, World | 1 Comment
Can’t think. Stupid daylight savings. Must sleep. Must post. Post photo of open duct work and crystal chandelier. Okay. Good. Done.
Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; f4.5; ISO 400; 1/200 sec.