but I am under the impression that millions of people in Africa die every year from famine, drought, treatable diseases, HIV/AIDS, wars, senseless ethnic conflicts, and other conditions that we would not tolerate anywhere else in the world, and tens of millions of additional people live with hunger, injury, treatable diseases, and horrific poverty.
I read this article a few years ago, and it really stuck with me:
A boy named Alone Banda works in this purgatory six days a week.
Nine years old, nearly lost in a hooded sweatshirt with a skateboarder on the chest, he takes football-size chunks of fractured rock and beats them into powder.
Lacking a hammer, he uses a thick steel bolt gripped in his right hand. In a good week, he says, he can make enough powder to fill half a bag.
His grandmother, Mary Mulelema, sells each bag, to be used to make concrete, for 10,000 kwacha, less than $3. Often, she said, it is the difference between eating and going hungry.
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/24/world/africa/24zambia.html?scp=1&sq=child%20labor%20africa&st=cseSeriously, a child crushing rocks into powder with a FREAKIN' BOLT seven hours a day, six days a week for a dollar fifty.
To me it says something truly horrifying about how cheap labor (and life) is in the area that a basic rock-crushing machine is more expensive than paying this kid and his buddies; and moreover it says something truly horrifying that this kid is trapped in a cycle of generational poverty so intractable that if someone shows up with a candy bar and a machine gun, the kid's probably making a wise life choice to ditch the quarry and become a child soldier.
According to the UN, this kid is one of 49 million children working in sub-Saharan Africa, and 44% of the people there live on less than a dollar a day. 80% of the people in Tanzania live on less than two dollars a day.
Here's another horrific article:
Aba Dione, 7 years old, met his end six weeks ago in the trash-filled corner of an abandoned dwelling here, as good a place to play as any, it seemed, when the other options were garbage and more garbage.
Except that in this case the thick carpet of crushed plastic bottles and bags, clothing shreds, old flip-flops and muck was deceptively floating on several feet of water; unknowing, Aba fell in and drowned.
Garbage might have seemed safe to the boy because it is everywhere in this forlorn, dun-colored slum abutting Dakar, the capital. Delivered on order for a few pennies a load by rickety horse-drawn carts speeding through the dirt streets of the Médina Gounass neighborhood of Guédiawaye, it is as pervasive as the hot midday sun in which it bakes. The people use it to shore up their flood-prone houses and streets in this low-lying area near the Atlantic coast; they have no choice.
Garbage, packed down tight and then covered with a thin layer of sand, is used to raise the floors of houses that flood regularly in the brief but intense summer rainy season, and it is packed into the dusty streets that otherwise become canals. The water lingers for months in the low-lying terrain of this bone-dry country.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/03/world/africa/03garbage.htmlAgain, it says something horrifying that garbage is the building material of choice in this slum.
(I know that neither of these articles is about Tanzania, but there's crushing poverty in every country in Africa.)
I live a modest, middle class lifestyle by American standards. I get food at the grocery store where it's delivered in big trucks, I take the freeway to go to work, I take the freeway to go on vacation... it's a lifestyle of real privilege, but I take it for granted every day.
If there's a good alternate route, by all means it should be built in the area of less environmental impact, but like I said upthread, I really don't think I have any right to judge these people for doing something that might bring economic development to a part of the world that's that poor.