Books with title Poor white

The cooperation started fifty years ago. Fifty years that have not served as much as we think. Europe has proven to be a bottomless pit of donors and Africa a bottomless pit of failures. Due to ineptitude, lack of sustainability, corruption, hidden interests, ignorance of African ways of life ... Even so, the idea has permeated that African problems will be solved with development projects, which public opinion judges by good intentions and not because of the good results. In Good White seeks poor black, Gustau Nerín, an anthropologist with exceptional knowledge of the African continent, demystifies international cooperation. Through his own experience, and with economic, sociological, moral and, of course, anthropological arguments, he calls into question the benefits of NGOs and official development aid.

Excerpt from Poor White: A NovelIn his fourteenth year and when the boy was on the point of sinking into the sort of animal-like stupor in which his father had lived, something happened to him. A railroad pushed its way down along the river to his town and he got a job as man of all work for the station master. He swept out the station, put trunks on trains, mowed the grass in the station yard and helped in a hundred odd ways the man who held the combined jobs of ticket seller, baggage master and telegraph operator at the little out-of-the-way place.Hugh began a little to awaken. He lived with his employer, Henry Shepard, and his wife, Sarah Shep ard, and for the first time in his life sat down regularly at table. His life, lying on the river bank through long summer afternoons or sitting perfectly still for endless hours in a boat, had bred in him a dreamy detached outlook on life. He found it hard to be definite and to do definite things, but for all his stupid ity the boy had a great store of patience, a heritage perhaps from his mother. In his new place the sta tion master's wife, Sarah Shepard, a sharp-tongued, good-natured woman, who hated the town and the people among whom fate had thrown her, scolded at him all day long. She treated him like a child of six, told him how to sit at table, how to hold his fork when he ate, how to address who came to thehouse or to the station. The mother in her was aroused by Hugh's helplessness and, having no chil dren of her own, she began to take the tall awkward boy to her heart. She was a small woman and when she stood in the house scolding the great stupid boy who stared down at her with his small perplexed eyes, the two made a picture that afforded endless amuse ment to her husband, a short fat bald-headed man who went about clad in blue overalls and a blue cotton shirt. Coming to the back door of his house, that was within a stone's throw of the station, Henry Shepard stood with his hand on the door-jamb and watched the woman and the boy. Above the scolding voice of the woman his own voice arose. Look out, Hugh, he called. Be on the jump, lad! Perk yourself up. She'll be biting you if you don't go mighty careful in there.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.