Have I Received Charity?
By any metric, quantitatively or qualitatively, I’ve lived a life of privilege. I could offer up examples of charity work I’ve done and reflect on how that “changed me for the better,” but I don’t think that reflects the spirit of the question, and it’s an inauthentic answer.
Instead, I want to talk about times that individuals have helped me, but not necessarily in the “here’s a hot meal” sort of way. When I first arrived at Amherst, I didn’t know any upperclassmen. Every relationship I have on this campus has been forged here, I didn't know anyone before I matriculated. One of the most valuable experiences I have had at Amherst has been my membership in our improv group, Mr. Gad’s House of Improv. The connection to “charity” is tenuous but real – without the outreach I received from upperclassmen during the fall of my first year, I never would have joined the group. Outside Pond dormitory on one Saturday, a junior who I had just met encouraged me to audition. This demonstrated a confidence in me, and was the sole reason I auditioned. Zach, the junior, extended himself and spoke to someone two years younger than himself, and was very generous with his time. I will miss my weekly performances more than anything else next year.
During the summer of 2010, I was a group leader at Camp Canadensis, an overnight camp in Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains. I oversaw 10 staff members, and 9 of them were older than me. It was a risk to offer a position like this to a twenty year-old. I wasn’t changing the world, but I had to make sure that the 39 kids under my supervision returned home happy and healthy after seven weeks of camp. The trust and support I received from my colleagues that summer helped me to lead the division successfully. If someone younger than me were my supervisor, I’m not sure how I would’ve responded, so I’m grateful that everyone that summer assisted me.
I’ve benefitted from so many elements of privilege during my life – my skin privilege, my parents’ wealth, Amherst College’s reputation – and these were all gifts given to me without my control. (One could debate if I was accepted into Amherst because I’m truly exceptional, or because I have attended great schools and had wonderful teachers throughout my life.) These elements aren’t charity, but they were given to me and allowed me to thrive.