Money, money, money
Coleus, coleus, coleus
I’m a bit preoccupied with money these days. Oh, I know; “a
bit preoccupied” is an oxymoron. I should say that when I’m at work, I’m preoccupied with money matters and when
I’m at home, well, I’m enjoying the relief of not thinking about that for a
while, except that the news tends to intrude.
Let me explain:
I
do payroll for the actors and crew in the production currently running for 31
performances at the Station Arts Centre. Our core is made up of actors who
belong to the Canadian Actors Equity Association, a professional union. Others
are not. They are paid differently and receive unequal remuneration for doing,
basically, the same job. None receive a fair living wage when the blood sweat
and tears they throw into the work, the working hours, the itinerant nature of
their profession—they’re always job hunting—are considered. We
are silently auctioning a donated painting by a talented local artist at the
Station. The bidding has gone from $200.00 to $350.00 so far. A painting in our
gallery was purchased recently by a patron for $3,000+. What’s
the right price for a great dinner out? How much is a ticket to Jasper Station or a Canadian Tenors concert worth? The dollars patrons pay for the
entertainment product we provide is seldom enough to cover the cost of producing
it. What happens when cultural grants dry up federally—which they probably will
under the current balance-the-budget drive? A
commentator on the East African famine said that there was food to be had in
Somalia, but with increasing prices, the majority of people simply hadn’t the
money to buy any of it. Should we help people in this dilemma by sending money?
And if so, how much would be fair? Will one child live who would otherwise die if I send a hundred dollars? Five hundred? 75 cents?
The desk at which I’m sitting along with the computer on
which I’m composing could be sold for more than the average two-thirds world
farm family is “worth.” Should I sell them? do my writing at the kitchen table
with a pencil? send the difference to Africa? Should I at least feel guilty
about my good fortune?
One thing seems clear to me in all this. Inequities—whether
in the area of arts & culture or in the availability of food—are systemic. They
are symptoms of problems of policy, the failures of national governments and
international monetary systems, the rapidly-increasing control of multinational
corporations over the marketplace. To try to patch up the symptoms with band
aids is one thing; to insist that the policies change to prevent the next
famine takes the real courage. Have I got it? Have you?
Two actions we can take now. Send $500.00 for Eastern
Africa to MCC or a similar organization that you trust. You can find it. Write letters
to your MP and your MLA to tell them you favour keeping the Canadian Wheat
Board in place. If it dies, the most vigorous hurrahs will come from Cargill
and the other mega-corporations that are determined to control all the world’s
food resources for profit.
You may be thinking: what a crass subject for a Sunday
morning. If you’re headed off to church today, though, one facet of the worship
service will undoubtedly be the passing of the offering plate. Yet one more
money decision: do I put in a tooney, a twenty or a two-hundred dollar cheque?
Have a relaxing Sunday . . . anyway!
