In my opinion, in a nutshell, what we did today for CIP doesn’t make economic sense –but the lessons we have learnt today are truly priceless.
Why do I say that?
Think about it, the bus fare (air-con coach) to and from school easily costs $80. That’s to bring 27 students out of a class of 41 to collect old clothes and newspapers from 7 blocks of HDB flats. Economically that isn’t sound. Based on my previous recycling projects, the return for 10 kg of newspapers is usually SGD$1. Old clothes fetch a slightly higher price, but depending on their condition, maybe $10 per kg?
So thinking out loud, today did we succeed in collecting 80 kg of newspapers, some bags of old clothes notwithstanding (yes, yes, including the red Levi’s briefs ZT’s group got from block 172)? How many kilos of that went into the wrong guy’s truck? Did we ‘break even’ ? I have my reservations.
But to be sure, it’s taught us a few lessons. We have seen two grown-up men quarrel with each other for stuff that you guys would consider as ‘junk’ – which makes you wonder, doesn’t it? As the saying goes, “There’s money in muck”.
We’ve seen how the ‘rogue’ driver was so afraid of opening up his truck, and just returning us our fair share of the collection - for fear of losing his job perhaps? His boss would certainly have not been pleased. How would he feed his family? How many of us aspire to well-paying jobs that would ensure us financial security and job stability?
Assuredly, we’ve also witnessed first-hand the avaricious and opportunistic nature of Man. How, knowing fully well (‘cos it says so on the flyer we sent out) that our school would be making a collection from 1-5 pm today, they (the bad guys) deliberately got their people to lie in wait for us and basically ‘harvest’ the lot that our boys put their time and hard work into collecting.
We’ve also witnessed the guy’s reaction: to deny everything and say that we INTENDED to give him the stuff. Such is human nature. [Mr Eio: how much IS the stuff worth anyway?? – but if they can get away with it, they certainly will resort to all the lying and cheating just to achieve their ends and to make the profit from unsuspecting victims such as schoolchildren]
And worse still, the guy had the nerve to try to cheat me, by showing me Teacher Q’s handphone number. How he got that is simple. Teacher Q had smelt a rat. Had instructed students to snap pictures of the vehicle and its contents. The guy wasn’t happy. Forced him to give his handphone no. (very clever). Fortunately I called Teacher Q and asked him about this guy. My suspicions were confirmed. It’s clearly a case of willful misrepresentation (with an intention to mislead others), fraud and even – as the Principal and my colleague call it - theft. The stuff was rightfully ours, but by unjust and unscrupulous means they had deceived us into giving it to them.
Nevertheless, as the ‘resident’ collection contractor, they do operate there, so technically it’s their ‘turf’. But we had a special arrangement with a non-profit institution of public character (IPC), I believe – and what’s more, this is meant to be a school project. Armed with full knowledge of our activities, this ‘resident’ collection contractor called in his reserves, swooped in and basically ‘cashed-in’ on us to supply them the labour without them paying us a cent for it – getting our students to do the work for them. It’s revolting, to say the least.
BUT it does happen. It happened in the past too, when I was involved with another collection at Clementi for an NUS group to raise funds for our Youth Expedition Project.
Hopefully, your comments and your reflections, together with whatever footage you guys have captured of the ugly scene, will prevent future occurrences of this episode again. In your responses, please, as the memory of the scene is freshly imprinted on your minds, write down the location, the words/dialogue, the gestures and/or any mannerism this guy made to cause you to believe that he was the ‘rightful’ collector of the stuff meant for BT.
The truth will out. You hold the key to its unlocking.
We shall not be conveniently made use of by others and we shall not go quietly.