The stories we tell
For the last five years I've served on the board of trustees for a West London charity. We offer adult education in the form of Numeracy & Literacy and Information Communication Technology (ICT, aka 'computer skills') to unemployed and otherwise excluded people in North Kensington. The charity has been in operation for 28 years and the chief function of the board is to support our inspirational (and formidable) CEO.
As with all charities everywhere, attracting adequate funding is a constant battle. Our geography counts against us we are located in one of the most deprived wards in London (Golbourne) but that ward is in the richest borough in Britain (Kensington & Chelsea). This incongruence means that we attract less funding than similar organisations in the east of the city even though our students, many of whom are refugees and asylum seekers from places like Ethiopia, Somalia, the Sudan and Iraq, are equally deserving.
Lately I've been making a renewed effort to get friends and acquaintances to help us out financially; my strange, schizophrenic social circle includes quite a number of City Types who, at first glance, would be ideal benefactors to an organisation that is doing good work in their own back yard.
Not so much.
This is not to say that my friends aren't generous but rather that as you'd expect your typical City Type finds himself constantly targeted by a bewildering selection of charities representing good causes ranging from small theatres to the Guide Dogs to the local school to disabled kids to the alma mater. With wealth comes the right to pick and choose where you bestow your munificence.
In marketing terms this amounts to: -Whose story moves me the most?
What I've learned is that even people with even moderately right wing views are not moved by the origin tales of foreigners. An entreaty that highlights a benighted past can result in a shrug of the shoulders or even something uglier. I've learned to save the stories of famine and refugee camps and even the obscene oppression of women for my lefty mates.
The narrative that motivates the right wingers is not where the beneficiary is from but where she's going. They are no less generous but words like 'motivation', 'integration' and 'aspiration' resonate where 'deserving', 'justified' and even 'humanity' fail.
As with any sales pitch it's all about the story; I've learned to distinguish what has already happened from what is yet to come.