Suf­fer­ing from char­ity fa­tigue

The Compass - - EDITORIAL -

As a fam­ily (in­clud­ing adult chil­dren), we have done some re­search and have de­cided where our lim­ited char­ity do­na­tions should go, and are do­ing this in­stead of Christ­mas and birth­day gifts. How­ever, the mail­box con­tin­ues to sprout en­velopes full of ad­dress la­bels, greet­ing and note cards and even re­us­able shop­ping bags - the lat­ter even af­ter I had taken the time to write that par­tic­u­lar char­ity in Toronto to tell them not to waste their money as I was not go­ing to do­nate to them. I now have three.

I no longer feel obliged or guilty when I now ig­nore th­ese bribes - or dare I say blackmail. How­ever, I feel ex­tremely of­fended, and I won’t name the char­ity, when it says on the en­ve­lope that their par­tic­u­lar dis­abil­ity af­fects more Cana­di­ans than breast can­cer, prostate can­cer, Alzheimer’s and Parkin­son’s com­bined. This, in bold let­ters! And, of course, it con­tains yet more ad­dress la­bels.

Of course, money is needed, but it’s be­gin­ning to seem like a growth in­dus­try; Canada has over 80,000 reg­is­tered char­i­ties - that means 80,000 ex­ec­u­tive di­rec­tors not out look­ing for jobs, or is that too cyn­i­cal a per­spec­tive? Patsy Plough­man writes from St. John’s

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