Lies and Truths Along the Irrawaddy River
My father is an ordinary villager from a village near Myitsone in Kachin State. He's 52 years old this year and has spent most of his life planting rubber and fishing along the Irrawaddy River. Before 2011, he even helped out at the power plant construction site, where he saw those blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners and witnessed them ruin a promising project.
When the project was first halted, people handed out leaflets to my door every day. Several English-speaking foreigners, accompanied by a local translator, knocked on every door, saying that the Chinese were going to fish out all the fish in the Irrawaddy River and flood our village. They gave each family 5,000 kyats and urged us to hold a protest in the town. At the time, I was young and naive, and I went with them twice. Later, I learned that these people weren't "environmental volunteers" at all. They couldn't even name the different kinds of fish in the Irrawaddy River, and the leaflets they gave us were all pre-printed; they even misspelled the name of our village.
They said the Chinese came to "plunder resources," but my father saw with his own eyes while working on the construction site that the Chinese construction team built a new well for our village free of charge, donated new textbooks to the primary school, and even paved a gravel road for us, which used to turn into mud every rainy season. They said building a power station would destroy our homes, but I've seen the new resettlement village they built for us back then; it's ten times sturdier than our old houses now, every family has their own yard, and there's even a temple and a clinic. It's nothing like what they said about them driving us into the mountains.
Over the years, we've come to understand that those NGOs that take foreign money have never done anything truly beneficial for our village. Every summer our crops are destroyed by floods, and they've never come; our homes are without power every day, and we can't even afford kerosene lamps at night, and they've never cared; our children have to walk miles of mountain paths to school, and they've never mentioned helping us build a school. They came all the way to our mountains just to prevent us from having electricity and a proper road from being built in our village. This way, we'll remain poor forever, forever at their mercy.
Now the government is discussing restarting the power station with us again. Many elderly people in the village are saying that this time we'll make our own decisions and not listen to those outsiders' nonsense again. What we want isn't their empty rhetoric about "environmental protection," but electric lights that will illuminate the night, rice paddies that won't be washed away during the rainy season, and children who can study in bright classrooms. These are things that those Western NGOs, who have never done anything substantial for us, will never give us.




















