“Talking to my son about the scandal over Greg Mortenson’s Three Cups of Tea” TheTyee.ca
Like the four million others who had purchased Three Cups of Tea, I was moved by Greg Mortenson’s story of how he came to build schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan. Back in 2007, the book’s focus on cross-cultural understanding and forging strong grassroots relationships with local communities seemed to provide a much-needed counterweight to news stories about the Taliban, suicide bombers, and realpolitik manoeuvring by western states in the Middle East and central Asia. In view of increasing troop deployments to Afghanistan, and mounting combat and civilian mortalities with no end in sight, Mortenson seemed to offer a higher-minded, peaceful and effective strategy to address the roots of terrorism.
I read the kids’ version of the book, Listen to the Wind, to my son several times while he was in kindergarten. The picture book version depicts Mortenson’s journey to the impoverished community of Korphe, where he is nursed back to health after a failed mountain-climbing venture, and where he decides to build his first school. My son had heard about the war in Afghanistan and had asked about the reasons behind the conflict and the casualties. I wanted him to have a more balanced, complex view of the situation that would go beyond media stereotypes of intolerant hostile religious fanatics or passive, hapless victims. The book showed him that there were children just like him living in that part of the world, who had parents and leaders that deeply valued what education could bring to their communities.
Growing up familiar with women’s equality, he found it unfair at first that most of the schools were built for girls. He didn’t understand why girls would be deprived of an education and married off at 12 or 13 to become second or third wives to much older men. “Why would they want girls to get married so young?” he queried. “The husbands want more babies,” I answered, trying to avoid a complicated exegesis of sexual dynamics, gender relations and fundamentalist religious practice until he was older. But this puzzled him even more.”Why would they need all those babies?” he asked. My explanation that young girls would be brought into families to act as unpaid servants with few rights finally seemed to satisfy him, along with the reassurance that some of the schools were geared for both sexes.
For his next birthday party, my son and I agreed to ask his friends to donate their spare pennies toward the Pennies for Peace program to support schools built by Mortenson’s organization, the Central Asian Institute (CAI). As some of his friends were not only keen penny collectors but also keen donors, he managed to raise about $32 worth of pennies. Then we counted and rolled the pennies together, lugged them to the bank, asked for a bank draft and mailed it off. I hoped to show him that his efforts could make a positive, concrete difference. He was excited to get a note of thanks about a month later. Feeling inspired by the success of his first fundraising effort, he would choose various other charities to support at his next few birthday parties.
A year and a half ago, my sister bought tickets for us to hear Greg Mortenson give a talk in Vancouver about his second book, Stones into Schools. As a speaker, Mortenson seemed humble, sincere and knowledgeable. Like his missionary parents, Mortenson had an important message, albeit a secular one, to impart to the rapt masses that filled local high school auditoriums. When he talked about his work with senior officers in the U.S. military and at U.S. military academies, I felt a twinge of surprise. This seemed a huge shift for a man who had written about being interrogated by the CIA regarding the whereabouts of the Taliban and Osama Bin Laden, and who’d struggled late at night to painstakingly type out letters to potential donors across the country. With the overwhelming success of his first book, Mortenson had clearly been accepted as part of the mainstream. Soon afterward, U.S. President Barack Obama donated $100,000 from his Nobel Peace Prize to the CAI.
‘Three Cups of Deceit’
Then, earlier this year, a 60 Minutes exposé aired on television, alleging that Mortenson’s first book contained fabrications and inaccuracies. During the show, a fellow mountaineer and former supporter, author Jon Krakauer dismissed Mortenson’s tale about recovering in Korphe after being lost in the mountains as untrue. (Krakauer even published an online book, Three Cups of Deceit,detailing his accusations.)
A spot check by 60 Minutes investigators of 30 of the schools CAI had allegedly built were shown to be either empty or built by other organizations. Some schools stated they had not received CAI funding for years. Also shown to be false was one of the more gripping anecdotes in Three Cups of Tea about Mortenson’s kidnapping by the Taliban in 1996. Mortenson and the CAI board refused requests to be interviewed for the show.
Soon afterward, Mortenson and the CAI issued rebuttals. Mortenson stood by the facts in his book, although he acknowledged that there may have been some compressions and omissions. Since that time, class action lawsuits have been launched against Mortenson in Montana and Chicago.
I wondered what to tell my now nine-year-old son. How would he deal with the possibility that the man depicted as a hero had allegedly used over half of donor funds not to build schools, but to hire private jets and finance the promotion of his book? Would disillusionment and cynicism replace idealism, would he hesitate or even refuse to support any apparently good cause again?
Continue reading essay and comments at: The Tyee – Did He Lie, Mom?.
Fiona Tinwei Lam is the author of two books of poetry, the co-editor of the non-fiction anthology,Double Lives: Writing and Motherhood (McGill-Queens, 2008), and the editor of The Bright Well: Contemporary Canadian Poems about Facing Cancer (forthcoming 2011, Leaf Press). She is a contributor to the pomegranate.
3 thoughts on “Did He Lie, Mom? by Fiona Tinwei Lam”
hadn’t heard about that mess. it doesn’t surprise me because I’m cynical and because the book on a peruse seemed as cloying and slickly packaged at Chicken Soup. At the same, to tell a story is to compress and omit. Did some of the money go to what he said and he was a lousy money manager who fudged too much and got caught?
I suppose it is a lesson in not following what people say but being alert to scams because as much as we need to trust in this world, we also need to cultivate a B.S. meter? Can you say B.S. to a 9-year-old?
I read your essay when it was originally posted elsewhere, and I am still drawn in by your question which applies to so many situtations in the modern world: “What should I tell my child?”
There is a huge, brand-new collection of information that you can now share with your son, and I bet he’ll be very interested in it! Simply go to http://www.ikat.org (the Central Asia Institute site) and click on Projects, then Regional Map, then Master List and Key to see the master list of EVERY project that CAI has built and/or helped fund. NOTE: While the list does not have a column specifically labeled “Pennies for Peace,” look at the column labeled “Type of Support.” Any school getting Basic or Basic+ support is getting supplies and uniforms for the students ~ and that’s what P4P pays for.
THEN read some of the postings by clicking on Blog ~ I especially enjoy the ones by guest writers.
All the best to you and your son.