Tanning Beds vs. Skin Lightening Creams

One of the phenomenons we were told about before we came to Kolkata is how the locals will be very attracted to us.  We are white (just in case you were unaware, lol)! One of the obvious reasons for this attraction is that in their minds we are incredibly rich (which we most definitely are compared to their standards).  It has become common for us to walk down the streets and have people ask or gesture for money.  They do not understand that in our own experience, we need to be cautious with spending too much money and that we do not have an endless supply.

The other main reason for their attraction is the color of our skin.  I had not realized how very few white people would be here.  Kolkata does not typically attract tourists like other cities such as Mumbai.  

When we went to the zoo a few days ago, we became one of the exhibits!  Numerous people stopped to ask to take pictures with us.  Parents encouraged their children to introduce themselves to us (if they spoke some english) and to shake our hands.  Over and over we engaged with strangers who were in awe of meeting us for a few brief seconds.

We have assisted in one of the youth centers the past couple of days.  It has been powerful to connect with the children and teachers.  There is one teacher, a young woman, who is highly educated and very articulate.  Yesterday afternoon we all had a laugh as we exchanged stories how "white" people from North America pay to go to "tanning beds" to get darker and how the Indians buy skin lightening creams in hope to appear whiter.  Long ago, I accepted the extreme fair skin I have and don't think much about it.  I have never gone to a tanning bed and don't think I ever will.  Yet, I am finding here that the people desperately want to be lighter.  The young woman teased how bored they get seeing only brown people and went on by stating how beautiful light skin is.  And we, in turn, shared how we admire their beautiful pigment.  She also introduced us to her "favorite" student and explained that she teases that if she ever has a son that she would like her son to be just like him only lighter.  This comment spoke volumes to me.  I can't help but imagine this intense desire on her (their) part to be lighter runs much deeper than the pigment of skin.  What would it mean to these people to be white in their eyes...?

Last night most of us (the American and Canadian group of volunteers) and Rachel (Director of Tabitha's Heart) went out for a very late dinner (8pm or so).  We were sharing some of our observations.  Rachel asked us what has been the most difficult thing we've experienced since being in India.  Of course, most responded that fatigue has been a hindrance.  Beyond that many shared how difficult it is to know how to help the people here; that they desire to "fix" the problems.  I mentioned that during my stay here, I am trying to step back and ask the question what does it mean to them to "fix" their problems vs. my projecting what I think should happen.  I must remember this is their life, their home, their experience.  Despite my judgments of poverty, unsanitary conditions, and so forth, this is their world.  I think there is a balance in assisting them in meeting basic needs (physically, mentally, spiritually) and not making assumptions that my way of life is superior.  I think it is important to educate them that there are options outside of what they know but not make assumptions to impose change.  These are only some rambling thoughts....I just know how easy it is for me to think things should be changed and that I have all the answers.  If I've learned anything in my short stay thus far, I know that I don't have many answers at all.  In fact, the questions continue to multiply!!!

Going back to feeling like we are a bit on display, I must give credit to Rebekah.  Of the three of us she is acclimating best to her new environment.  She is very gracious with all the people who constantly crowd in around her.  She loves the thrill of the new experiences and adventures.  The noise, pollution, poverty doesn't seem to be affecting her adversely.  She is a trooper and has a very compassionate heart for those around her.

Randy and I are older and a bit slower to adjust.  As parents, we carry worries that Rebekah is free from.  I feel on edge when we are walking the streets, constantly keeping a close eye on where my daughter is (but that is easier since she "sticks" out in a crowd with her milky skin).  My adrenaline rushes each time we have to cross a street and dodge traffic and so on.  But, overall we are trying to be present and accept whatever enters our day.

We have not yet made it to the "market" to shop and that is on our itinerary mid-morning today.  I am hopeful to do the bulk of our "souvenir" shopping today so we can send Randy home with everything when he leaves in another week.

Randy has attempted to locate new tires for Rachel's van.  It is about impossible to do business over the phone because of the language barrier.  Today he will venture out with Rachel's driver and possibly an older boy from the center who knows quite a bit of english.  This has challenged Randy because he feels useless.  At home he can source out parts, vehicles, and so forth with very few hindrances.  He is in culture shock as he tries to navigate helping with the car and repairs for the homes.

I woke up early (6am) and now find myself quite tired.  I think I will try to rest before we start our day.

By the way, Rachel's injury doesn't look like it will cause permanent damage but continued prayers are appreciated.

Until next time...