
It’s Day 3 of Live Below the Line’s week-long challenge to eat and drink for less than $1.50 a day — and so far, so good. I’m not starving, but it’s also not fun to go to bed on an empty stomach and watch other people eat whatever they want. For the last three days I’ve been craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich of all things, but instead, I’ve been eating frozen vegetables, split pea mush and the occasional egg.
Last night, one of my friends emailed me an article criticizing Live Below the Line’s social experiment. I was surprised to discover that it was written by Cord Jefferson, an editor at GOOD magazine — a publication for people who “want to live well and do good.” The piece, titled “What Do ‘Pretend to Be Poor’ Experiments Really Teach Us?” argued that most “play poor” projects are “unintentionally offensive and grotesque” and can’t possibly teach participants how the world’s most destitute, impoverished people live.

While I agree that this social experiment will never show me what true poverty feels like, it certainly gives me a small (and much-needed) sense of empathy for the poor. Empathy, different from sympathy, goes beyond understanding and allows a person to experience and relate to the thoughts and emotions of another. It’s for that reason that Muslims fast for Ramadan — to diminish their dependence on material goods, purify their hearts and establish solidarity with the poor. And it’s why the Pope, in 2009, asked members of the Catholic Church to reflect on the one billion people in the world who suffer from starvation as they fasted and abstained during that year’s Lent.
In addition, Live Below the Line has certainly put the issue of hunger at the forefront of my mind, despite the fact that I work for ONE and deal with stories from the developing world every day. As I walked home from the office yesterday, I wondered whether poor people got sick of the monotony of cheap food, or whether they craved weird things like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, too. And before I went to bed, I thought about what it must feel like for a poor mom to have to ration out food to her hungry children. I’ve barely put myself in their shoes (half of a foot, maybe) and I already want to take action.
So, no. I don’t think that this is just another “play poor” project. Any social experiment that teaches you to empathize with another is meaningful and important. And it gives you a pretty good reason to talk about these issues with other people, like I’m doing here. But I’m curious to get your thoughts — do you think projects like these are helpful, or don’t really make a difference? Share them the comments below.
Check the ONE Blog tomorrow for updates on Day 4.
May 18, 2011 at 5:58 pm
My 10-year old daughter and I are on Day 3 today of Live Below The Line. We also received criticism similar to the GOOD magazine. We come from a strong middle class and have never been without food. Through this project, we have been able to pull back the curtain just a bit and truly empathize with those facing poverty and hunger within our country and worldwide.
The conversations that my daughter and I have had together have been unbelievable. She felt the guilt when I offered her my banana for the day – because she was so hungry. I saw a glimpse of what so many parents must choose every day…feed themselves or feed their children. I’d give my daughter all of my food this week if she needed it.
My daughter has been posting a video diary on You Tube and my Facebook page every day. She is serving as one small voice to help inspire change throughout the world and in her own community. For that, I am eternally grateful for the symbolism of this project.
For those dissenters, continue to take your kids through the drive-thru, and don’t forget to pay that $5.00 for your afternoon coffee pick-me-up. Don’t think for a second about all of the individuals and families who don’t know where their next meal will come from or when. I’m sure that, after this week, our lives will return to 3 meals a day, and maybe that afternoon coffee, but I will never again live a day above the line without remembering those who live below the line. And we will do our part to help solve this literally gut-wrenching problem. I know my daughter feels the same.