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Huwoman. Maybe try being a little more inclusive.

It’s funny to think that just four months ago I said, “I don’t get what Women are talking about. I don’t face gender injustice or discrimination. Women are doing just fine. Men face problems too.”

Oh, young Courtney, so much to learn.

First, let’s clarify that, yes, men face extreme challenges and stresses, especially men of races different from Caucasian and Caucasian men of lower-economic class standing. Besides racism, however, men usually only face violence or challenges because of the same patriarchal system that privileges them. For example, our patriarchal society tells men to be strong, tough, protective, and logical. Because the man is “supposed” to be the powerful head-of-the-household/breadwinner, when he is unemployed or underemployed and cannot financially contribute to “his” household, society sees him as less of a man, as weak and irresponsible. Similarly, he sees himself as embarrassing, worthless, and weak, which could lead to domestic violence in order for him to demonstrate his power that society says he needs. Thus, because of the unfair social expectations of men that our patriarchal society instills, men are left to feel defeat, shame, and violence when they cannot meet these expectations.

Now on to Women. Where do I even begin? From the English language to the Bible to the economic and political world, Women have been ignored, discriminated, abused, and made into clowns.

man. HUman. WOman.
…I’m starting to see a pattern…

The Bible refers to God as “He.”
Maybe Earth’s first Woman (created from a man’s rib cage…) really was an evil creature that deserved to be punished with reproductive organs (menstrual cycle/pregnancy) to continue producing saintly men while She (for all of time) is socialized to believe Her vagina is some treasure chest for men to chop open at their own will, but if She even dare tries to peek at Her own treasure She’s told there’s something wrong with Her. She is just some sick, disgusting whore who needs to be called names and made to feel embarrassed about Her natural body that has been hyper-sexualized and abused by men for men. And when a man aids in impregnating Her, She is forced to take full responsibility for the child. She is seen as immoral and impure. She will spend nine months dealing with Her constantly-changing body and an invading fetus growing inside of Her. Then, after She’s told her vagina is the most private part in all the lands, that it’s this sanctuary of secretive peace that no one can ever see or know about (not even Her since school only taught Her about the male erection, ejaculation, masturbation, and functions), that it’s this ugly triangle that is inadequate, smells, and needs groomed, She is then forced to showcase Her vagina to the world as an infant painfully comes out of it. And then, if the man who aided in creating the infant decides to move on, She will be seen as an unfit caregiver and mother, especially if She’s poor or not white. Poor Eve. She didn’t even know what She had coming. Oh, and I have plenty more to say.

And, finally (for now), to wrap things up (which reminds me, Women are expected to pollute Their bodies with birth control drugs, while if We even tried to propose a drug for men We would be just absolutely crazy and insulting. Women, Women, Women–always having to change Our bodies, identities, and dreams for men). Oh, I’m sorry, do I sound naggy? Or is that just the double-standard patriarchy puts me in (Women are either too mean or too nice but never anything in between, and They’re supposed to be sexy and innocent all in one… BLAH. Sorry, I’m getting a little dizzy from our society’s standards on how my behavior, body, and attitude should be.) Oh, sorry again, I got side-tracked because, of course, I’m a Woman. Maybe you should clarify that for me, since men always feel the need to anyway. Now, where was I? Economy and politics! Oh, the world of men! Look, this could be a whole encyclopedia in itself. “Gendercide, Or How Women Can’t Get Representation Even if They Slept Their Way to the Top Because that’s All Their Good for, Right?: An Encyclopedia of Women in the Economic and Political world.” We can’t even run for office without some overweight balding man telling Us Our legs are too thick or chest is so pleasantly and unfairly distracting. Excuse me, what? Am I running for office or Miss-Women-Degrading-America? I’m not saying we should judge a man by his appearance, but I most definitely am saying we should NOT judge a woman by Her appearance (and don’t even get me started on “why women are raped”). With Women holding only 4.5% of the Fortune 1000 CEO positions (which, Ladies, that’s not even a compliment since these corporations destroy the Earth and the world’s communities), there’s no way you can argue Women are given more opportunities to succeed than men. And don’t try to tell Us that We’re not in leadership positions because We don’t want them—you best believe We are hungry and fighting for them. When men’s health insurance covers Viagra to extend their pleasure-lives, Women aren’t even given modest health care for Their bodies’ ACTUAL needs. Not to mention the fact that most Women don’t even have health care to begin with since they’re forced into crappy jobs, low wages, and are not allowed representation in government for Our health needs to be heard.

Look, I’m not writing this to degrade men. Men are negatively affected by this system too. I’m writing this to encourage the potential of our world if we stop placing all of these oppressive social expectations on people. Brainstorm ways that you can start confronting and resisting patriarchy today. Reflect on your own disprivileges, thank your mother, stop your friends when they’re making a sexist joke, delete female-degrading music from your iPod, check your language (why say “You guys” to a group of Women when it would be socially unacceptable to say “You Girls” to a group of men?), and love your body, every molecule of it.

Here’s a video a brilliant and inspiring Woman shared with me, not because She is sensitive or caring but because She is logical and wants to share its important message. Share it with other Women and men. We’re all beautiful creatures of the Earth and deserve respect, appreciation, and love.

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The real Green Revolution.

Spending November 4-8 in Zahirabad, Andhra Pradesh, I met so many inspiring communities! My group stayed with Deccan Development Society (DDS), a small yet powerful organization that supports communities in taking control of their own lives, especially through means of food. Similar to the US, Indian farmers were taken over by large corporations and destructive farming practices during the Green Revolution. Companies, like Monsanto, claim seeds as their private property, forcing farmers to continuously buy new seeds. The communities I met see the value in celebrating life and Earth, and they produce their own seeds and practice uncultivated, biodiverse, and sustainable agriculture. Members of these communities–individuals who have done almost nothing to contribute to our monstrous climate change and dangerous ways of life–face the unjust effects of poverty and abuse. I met some of the most brilliant individuals, and it was a shame to hear them say they are not smart and they’re so thankful people from America took time to listen to them. America, we’ve got it all wrong. We need to quit seeing people who know more about Earth, life, and love as backward, poor, or lazy. Their knowledge surpasses any college degree. Their hard work surpasses any multi-national corporation. Their respect for nature surpasses any technology. They are the solution to combating climate change. Their way of life nourishes the planet and our livelihoods. We are the backward ones.

Nutritious Livelihood

October 26-31 I spent my days at an organic farm outside of Bangalore. The 79-year-old farmer, Narayana Reddy, is internationally-known and well-respected. People travel across the world to visit him and his expertise! If you would like more information on him or his farm, let me know!
The week started off by my noticing of a cow giving birth. So… that’s awesome. When we weren’t eating the most amazing fruits and veggies anyone could ever dream of tasting, we were weeding, picking chili peppers, and harvesting Marigolds. My love for nature intensified throughout the week, and I would like to live for the Earth now! I have a new love for cows, farmers, and healthy/sustainable food. Bio-diverse, organic farming is the way to go! We should have control over our food! We can’t keep leaving giant multi-national companies to decide what chemicals, GMOs, and diseases to be put into our bodies. If you’re interested on America’s farming practices and food production, watch the documentary “Food, Inc.”
Enjoy the photos and let me know if you have any input on farming practices or what the US can do to create a more sustainable food market. Remember, food is a human right–we can control what we want to eat. We vote for what companies produce by what we buy. And we can demand government to change the Farming Bill and to stop subsidizing large corporations that control the chemically induced mono-plantations and to start subsidizing small-scale farming that doesn’t destroy the Earth and our bodies.

“If you want to be happy for a day, get drunk.
If you want to be happy for a couple years, get married.
If you want to be happy for a lifetime, plant a garden.”
-Narayana Reddy

A new planet. A new public.

​Between a week with Narayana Reddy’s organic farm and Bill McKibben’s “Eaarth,” I went from thinking I need to move to Washington D.C. to take down Wall Street, to realizing the answer to addressing our global crisis is what I have been running away from—home. From living simply to growing one’s own food to joining hands with a community, Reddy epitomizes McKibben’s belief in starting locally and small to make a large global change. McKibben highlights that we are no longer on the planet our ancestors knew; we now occupy a second grade classroom’s papier-mâché globe that has been knocked over, spun, and contaminated by too many curious hands. Our disasters are no longer solely natural. They are created and aggravated by the human race, Eaarth’s brilliant enemy.

​As land and resources become depleted and the climate begins to change, at every stage the communities most negatively affected are those of the marginalized. Not only do these groups lack the capital and power to prohibit government or corporations from taking or abusing their resources, but because their land is abused, these groups have less food, water, and shelter. Because of their geographic location, they face detrimental consequences of global warming, be it flood or drought. Because chemicals from power plants or uranium mines are created and spilled on their land, they are subject to birth defects and cancer. It’s a domino effect. Only, there’s no pizza.

​The aftermath of a 1986 nuclear power plant “accident” in Chernobyl took this reality and tied a big, pretty bow on it. This community went from having its land taken advantage of, to having its futureless future children born with disturbing birth and health defects. As I watched a mother give birth in the documentary “Chernobyl Heart,” I felt enraged that she was bringing a child into an impoverished and dangerous environment, knowing her child will most likely face a chemical disease and discomfort. I was disgusted that reproduction could even be allowed in such areas. I was furious that facilities were filled with helpless and hopeless children who looked like anything but children. I was ignorant.

​To blame a human for acting on their right to reproduction is incorrect. This woman, along with all other marginalized individuals, is not at fault and does not deserve society’s unfair judgments. She did not choose to be born near Chernobyl. She did not choose for her home to be polluted by a rich corporation’s power plant. She did not choose for society to tell her she is an irresponsible and terrible mother. Instead, she is left with a distressed and hungry infant whose health and wellbeing is neglected by society, along with the governments and corporations that allowed her home and freedoms to be eroded from her. When individuals are blamed, this ignores the larger picture of why those individuals made such “choices.” It takes the fault off of an unjust society and powerfully greedy companies and says these communities are poor and valueless to our society. Of a nuclear power plant’s production, one percent is energy; ninety-nine percent is waste. These communities are the ninety-nine percent disposable waste.

​However, when we destroy their land, we destroy our land. While our society benefits (because let’s keep in mind this energy is not going to these poor communities) from the one percent of energy that is squeezed out of millions of liters of a poor community’s fresh water, maybe one percent of Eaarth benefits. I wouldn’t even say that much. The point is, by allowing these practices to happen, we pollute Eaarth. Despite humans’ manmade borders and property wars, Eaarth’s pollution sees no boundaries. Eaarth’s pollution needs no green card. We are all connected and live on one planet. The effects will catch up to us all. We need to see our connections. We need to relate. We need to find love—for each other, for Eaarth, for life.

​We must begin by changing our cultures. Once we realize Eaarth cannot be owned, we can move from private land to common land, to community land. Deccan Development Society (an organization in India that focuses on food sovereignty, sustainability, and security) understands this concept and believes that privatization destroys culture. By changing the way we see communities and resources, we stop seeing necessities, like food, as just products to consume but also as valuable cultural practices and experiences. The need for social transformation is now. We need to treat Eaarth with respect because, as one Sangham woman stated, “If Earth is good, our lives are good,” and as another woman said, “We grow plants and the plants help us to grow.” When the community is involved with the land they live on, that community takes care of it. It is time to be a community. It is time to take care of the land Eaarth generously lets us live on.

Don’t forget to straighten your tie.

Over these last two months I have become extremely conscious of class in our society and the oppression I and millions of other lower economic class Americans face. I’ve realized that poverty is not caused by overpopulation, laziness, etc. poverty is caused by unequal wealth and power distributions, by rules and norms created by powerful corporations. For some to have millions of dollars, others have to have almost none. In order to keep this system in tact, the rich justify their wealth by saying the poor are irresponsible, unskilled, uneducated, immoral, criminals, teen mothers, ungroomed, low maintenance, vulgar, and more. Thus, the poor deserve to be poor, deserve low wages. Never mind the poor are working harder than the wealthy who have vacations and family time. So of course the poor doesn’t have “nice” clothes and elegant English. They were denied the right to leisure, to equal educational opportunities, to health care and healthy food. Because the rich have money, they buy and wear fancy suits, use big words and complex sentences, get to have sex with little fear of pregnancy due to their access to contraceptives. Because the rich are more powerful, they create the rules of our society. They tell us that someone who wears a suit is more credible, moral, and better than someone not wearing a suit. Which means poor people, who can’t afford to wear suits, are seen as dumb, immoral, less valuable people.

Throughout my life I struggled with my family’s poverty, violence, and hatred. I despised my family for their drug use, teen pregnancy, and for not completing high school. I blamed them for their problems and for making my life difficult. I made a promise to myself I would never be anything like them. I pushed myself harder than imaginable, forced myself to get good grades, to cry at night for being so overwhelmed by homework, reading, and listening to my family yell and fight. But I found the key to unlock the door that kept me in my tornado of poverty and abuse. I built my credentials–senior class president, forensics president, youth grant makers president. I went on to be my family’s first college attendant. I got into a fancy private college. I succeed. I did the impossible. I climbed the ladder everyone thinks they can climb, but no one ever can. I was no longer a low class valueless slob. I was a winner. A strong woman who can speak, dress, and be like the CEOs.
I won.

At least I thought i did.

But you see the rich like to keep the poor poor–that way the rich can be rich. When a poor person rises up, the rich coerce these rare individuals into their logic and system. Make them think poorly of their family. Make them justify why they succeeded and their family did not. Drown them in school and say this education is why you’ve succeeded. Never mind it’s costing $50,000 a year. Never mind this person’s single mother brings in just short of $19,000 a year. While this person’s résumé gave them scholarships, the other poor people take a different path, as their income falls short of this college admission fee.

So while this rising star takes on the riches’ dress and language, they leave behind their working class background. It was only through their hard work did they succeed. They deserve their high paying job. A person working 60 hours a week to raise a family on $7.25 or $11.25 an hour, sacrificing their health, sacrificing their leisure time that would have allowed them to watch the news, read a book, or practice math with their grade school children, this person doesn’t work hard. If she did, she would be rewarded with all these luxuries the rich say people who work hard will get. Where’s her American Dream?

The rich had won.

At least they thought they did.

No longer will i wear the rich man’s suit. I am not one of them. I am a woman from the working class background who is just as valuable as the CEO, as the McDonalds worker, as the meatpacking factory worker, as the software engineer, as the doctor, the coal miner, the mailman, the president, the janitor. I am needed. My mother in the pizza factory is needed. My father who was laid off from a factory that outsourced to Mexico for cheaper labor to further exploit already marginalized individuals is needed. My stepdad who got out of prison for drug use and who goes between construction jobs and unemployment is needed. My stepmom who did not complete high school is needed. My sister who is told she is not smart because she didn’t have anyone to read and practice math with her as a child is needed. My brother without his college degree who works probably harder than the welders with college degrees who are paid thousands of dollars more than he is needed. We are all needed. The work we do is valuable. We will not wear your suit that has been sown in Bangladesh by a woman who is seen as poor and dirty and valueless, who has more dignity than the rich men polluting her planet and stealing her country’s resources. We will not wear your high heels to make our malnourished bodies taller to feel as though we have power. We will not wear your lip stick your patriarchy society tells its women they need in order to have respect and attraction. We will no longer buy your justifications for our slavery. We will not fight your wars or fill your prisons. We will untie. We will challenge your rules and norms. And we will be recognized as the valuable human beings that we are. We are the many. You are the few. We will not live within your social structure. It’s time for something new.

a helping hand

For my creative I assignment, I wrote a humorous persuasive speech that I performed for my classmates:

In response to the growing national strikes to increase the minimum wage from slavery to half livable, McDonald’s supplied its minions with a “Practical Money Skills Budget Journal.” As if Ronald’s Golden Arches couldn’t go any further up his Super-Sized Big-Massive ASSetated clown shoes, this Impractical Journal logically advises full-time workers to not eat food, heat their homes, clothe themselves, seek educational advancement, spend time with their children, or afford health insurance. The corporation does, however, suggest a second job and to “spend less money than you make.” Well said, Hamburgler—I mean exploiter. And if the Journal’s cover page couldn’t say it better: McDonald’s is “Helping you succeed financially.” …Finally! Some help! Oh, thank you McDonald’s. I thought my family and kids would have to starve another day as they’re already denied equal access to education and jobs. But now that you’re here to help, we can be liberated from the oppressive system we live and die in. …Much like the healthiness of McDonald’s food, the language of “helping” can be deceiving. In his book, Robin Hood was Right, Chuck Collins calls in on our ability to offer money and assistance but refusal to challenge the status quo. Our focus on immediate symptoms of economic and social problems distracts from… what’s actually causing these problems! And words like “help” and “needy,” only perpetuate the root causes of poverty, oppression, and abuse because it appears that it is only “unfortunate” that someone is poor or “unfortunate” that an entire community is born deformed. Never mind the incredibly unequal wealth distribution or the use of chemicals to destroy plants and people. It is time we move from charity to change, from helping to justice, from tacos to burritos. So praise Jesus–let’s make like missionaries and spread the Causes, Effects, and Solutions to help our helping problem!

Okay, I’ve gotta joke. Why did Justice jump into the river?? …Because while Charity was pulling people out of the river, Justice was busy swimming upstream to stop the people throwing them in. And like the number of overused anonymous quotes I’ll use, we have one cause to our “helping” problem: We live in an unjust society where people lack food, water, and shelter…and so we want to help them. CBS News of June 29, 2013 reported that 76% of Americans live paycheck to paycheck. Half of the world, according to GlobalIssues.org on January 7, 2013, lives on $2.50 a day, allowing the richest 20% of the world’s population to hold three-quarters of the world’s income. That’s like two guys getting a giant pizza to themselves. Not cool, dude. Think of the environmental impact of that pizza box. Thus, these inequalities create the problems that privileged, sympathetic people want to solve because giving to those “less fortunate” is the right thing to do. …As if exploiting their labor was the wrong thing to do. But, alas, when we see starving children in Africa or dancing flamingos in Alaska, we feel called to help.

Oh, one moment (phone call)—Biju? Yes, yes, in the dining hall, yes. Ahh. Yes. Okay, thank you. Bye. …What? I’m a prophet. Despite Roshen’s adorableness, “helping” in the context of oppression leaves us with some dire consequences: Dependency is formed and the “helper” becomes superior. Spreading peace from sea to oil-polluted shining sea, Peace Corps members “live and work in developing countries,” This saintly idea came in 1960 from the human rights activist President John F Kennedy who also, by the way, was an undercover agent. Yeah, you might have heard of him. Goes by the name Agent Orange. But they got rid of him. He was always losing his head under pressure. This constant impulse to “help” “developing” countries ignores that development, as the Indian welfare economist Amartya Sen defines, is the expansion of human freedoms for all, not who has the most McDonald’s or largest military. And when we see developing countries as “oh these poor people need food” instead of “our unjust society denies these exploited human beings their human right of food,” we do not allow the expansion of human freedoms for all. We, instead, see ourselves and our country as superior and giving, forcing a dependency on both the giver and receiver of the aid. This not only changes the receiver’s culture and tradition, but it destroys their autonomy and gives power and a false morality to the giver. Moreover, it hinders the change we would like to see—that is, for lower-economic class people to afford their own food and not have to depend on stigmatized government programs—because we inhibit ourselves from seeing the structural injustice. We perpetuate unequal power distribution and retain the status of developing and developed countries. So ba-da-ba-ba-ba, of course McDonald’s—a billion dollar company who pays its workers less than a livable way—would say that they love to see their financially disadvantaged customers smile. They’re loving it.

Knock-knock. (Who’s there?) Change. (Change who?) Exactly. Who should we be changing? Those immoral poor people? Those backward developing countries (Seriously, have you checked this place out?)? Okay, here’s a start—let’s change the way we see change, and we can begin by listening. In 1985, Marsha Saxton, a person labeled with a disability—wrote: “All of those people trying so hard to help me…never asked what it was like for me…People do the best they can to help in meaningful ways, I know. I just wish all the disabled children would say to their helpers: “Before you do anything else, just listen to me.”’ If we want to see real change, or structural change, we must listen and be in solidarity with those we want to help. And while we’re on the topic, let’s pop-lock-and-DROP the world “help” because help implies that one person holds power over another—which is probably true, but what is it that allows them to have more power? And would you just leave Destiny out of this? It’s not her fault she can’t read a compass. ..A room full of americans and no one gets a manifest destiny joke? While we should continue to address immediate causes—give to food banks and thrift stores—more support needs to go towards grassroots change. Seek and support organizations that redistribute power and enable citizens to become conscious of their rights. For more information on how to support, check DropBox for a list of organizations that address structural change. Now that’s some change you’ll want to cash in on.

Old McDonald had a slave trade and Helping was his name-o A-B-U-S-E and Helping was his name-o. Oh, Ronald, such a Mc-Trickster. I think somebody needs a Practical Money Skills Budget Journal. Whether or not McDonald’s truly wants its employees to live beyond 45, until the value of a fast-food employee is recognized and their right to a livable wage is upheld, McDonald’s and every other corporation cannot claim to be helping people of low-economic class in the presence of denied rights, freedoms, and equalities. If we are serious about giving back to our community and supporting those who suffer (which we all should be), Charity needs to step off its pedestal to finally let justice take a stand.

Backward Development

Before the world united in trade and this land became your land, civilizations flourished with knowledge, resources, and nature. Indigenous peoples understood the essence of the Earth and the necessity to grow in conjunction with it. While I unpack globalization and development (and I admit to not fully understanding the surrounding history and consequences), clarity persists that my previous notions of developed and developing counties are clouded ideas of misunderstanding.

                A citizen of the “developed” America, I, of course, bought into Harry Truman’s logic of underdeveloped countries needing a global market to catch up to the rest of the world. Author Wolfgang Sachs uses Truman’s logic to prove that these countries need the exact opposite. Rhetoric and money have us convinced that there even is an “underdeveloped world.” Now that I bask in the wonders of India—a developing country—I realize how offensive and degrading it is to think of one’s country as “underdeveloped” or “developing.” These undeveloped countries, such as India, China, and Africa, are what make it possible for “developed” countries to flourish, to be “developed.”

Despite the developing countries’ resources, culture, and past sustainability, they are seen as less civilized and impoverished. Between visits to Wayanad’s farmers, Adivasi communities, and a women’s self-help group—all of whom struggle to survive—I began to see the illusion of empowerment that society, government, and NGOs claim these groups have. While it appears these groups are empowered and receiving help, Caroline Moser’s (an academic specialist in social policy and urban social anthropology) development framework would place these groups in an anti-poverty approach to development, which argues that these groups lack resources and skills and need to be given such to support themselves. True, these groups lack resources; however, these resources lack because they were taken from these groups when globalization emerged. And now society wants to argue these groups are undeveloped and need the globalized world to save them?

I realize my claims are bold, but if the history and circumstances of each group are dissected, one can see the manipulation at play. The farmers I met explained that they once thrived, growing food for their families and local communities. Once the global market opened, competition and government encouraged (forced) food crops to become cash crops and diverse organic farming to become chemical-induced mono-plantations. Overtime, this eroded the Earth, depleted the crops, and diseased the consumers. Because of the chemicals used, their plants have weakened and can no longer survive heavy rains and climate change. Now, farmers—those who provide the world with necessary food—are poor and undeveloped.

Similarly, Wayanad’s Adivasis, a once self-sustaining indigenous people, face cultural erosion and land depletion. Author T.G. Jacob retells the history of the Adivasis and explains that their rich land was taken from them and now these communities are left poor and landless and are surrounded with diseases of alcoholism and violence. Before globalization, these communities were exposed to simple, nutritious, and healthy food. Between the pesticides and the take-over of cash crops, this healthy food diminished, and Adivasis, like a young Adivasi woman I met, are convinced they are lucky for plantation owners to let them live on their estates. When, what really happened is what the theater troupe of Naadugadhika stated in their performance to support the Adivasi communities: “We repeatedly gave way for others to come in. Now there’s no land left.” Not only land but culture, tradition, and health have vanished, leaving Adviasis to be seen as backward and needing assistance.

As for women, they’ve been oppressed since Eve’s conception! Women’s self-help groups, in particular, emphasize that women lack capital and skills and need to be helped. Never mind their unequal access to capital, societal status, and job opportunities, never mind the use of caste, class, and social organizations to continue justifying women’s roles in society, never mind the abuse women across this planet continuously face—women just need the right resources and skills to help themselves.

These injustices surrounding women’s self-help groups, Adivasi communities, and farmers amplify that the idea of “development” is just one big scheme to allow a select few to continue advancing as the resources and labor of a vast majority are exploited and depleted. “Development” itself is an anti-poverty approach, justifying why some countries are poor and need the financial capital and skills that can be granted by globalization to advance and sustain. Instead of using this capitalistic anti-poverty approach to development, the globe needs to take an empowerment approach to realize that countries viewed as “developing” are being unfairly treated and need liberated by becoming conscious of the injustices placed upon them. The world needs to fight for justice and human rights, not for who can consume the most.

Natural Beauty.

Before we left Wayanad, we were sure to take in more beauty! We hiked for thirty minutes or so to get to the famous Edakkal Caves! There were elephants, monkeys, and mountains, along with history and beauty! Too cool! I kept thinking, how did I get this lucky to be here? I felt so spoiled. I LOVE NATURE!?!