Laura Erickson's For the Birds

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Of Shitholes and Shriveled Souls

Gray Crowned-Crane

A little more than a year ago, I spent two weeks in the Pearl of Africa—what the President of the United States has proclaimed a “shithole.” Uganda may be poor in terms of economics, which for the past few centuries have been measured in how successfully some countries and their corporations can exploit other countries and natural resources. The Americans in power right now consider economics in terms of short-term gains for themselves and the wealthiest people and corporations in the world, never in terms of long-term sustainability, how clean the air and water are, how robust and sustainable wildlife populations are, or how happy and healthy the poorest people are.

While I was in Uganda, I got to see firsthand that although most of the people in Uganda are tragically poor, they are hardworking and generous spirited, and the country has a wealth of natural resources. We spent part of the time in meetings, and could only briefly sample the wildlife in most of the places we stopped at so we could cover more ground. But wow! The golden crown atop Uganda’s national bird sparkles with a warmth and delicate beauty that mere metallic gold could never achieve. These crowned cranes are often kept in captivity—I saw my first at the International Crane Foundation in Baraboo, Wisconsin—but only in eastern and southern Africa do they live free in the spectacular natural environment they evolved in.

Gray Crowned-Crane

I saw hundreds of new birds I could never have seen wild in the United States nor anywhere else in the world except the place that our President thinks is a shithole—I gloried in a rainbow of bee-eaters and sunbirds,

Red-throated Bee-eater

Swallow-tailed Bee-eater

Northern Carmine Bee-eater

Northern Double-collared Sunbird

Scarlet-chested Sunbird

stunning turacos and hornbills,

Great Blue Turaco

Black-and-white-casqued Hornbill

Abyssinian Ground-Hornbill

storks and kingfishers,

Saddle-billed Stork

Marabou Stork

Malachite Kingfisher

Woodland Kingfisher

Striped Kingfisher

Pied Kingfisher


Village Weaver

and starlings.

Rueppell's Starling

Greater Blue-eared Starling

We saw well over 400 species of birds. And mammals! I never dreamed that I would ever be able to see giraffes,

Rothschild Giraffe

Rothschild Giraffe


African Elephant


Mother and baby hippopotamus


or warthogs in the wild.

Common Warthog

Just the variety of ungulates—hartebeests,

Lelwel Hartbeest


Uganda Kob

and oribis


amazed me. And what was more thrilling: seeing oxpeckers riding on the backs of African buffaloes,

African Buffalo and Yellow-billed Oxpecker, and a Cattle Egret too.

coming upon a glorious adult chimpanzee,


seeing a pair of lions mating,

African Lion

or watching a mother elephant tenderly care for her week-old baby?

African Elephant

I even spent my 65th birthday at Bwindi National Park’s Impenetrable Forest with a group of Mountain Gorillas!

Mountain Gorilla

Me and a Mountain Gorilla

Beyond the amazing wildlife, the best gift of that trip was the time I spent with Ugandan people. The two guides I spent the most time with and got to know the best were two lovely young people, Nanyombi Proscovia and Denis Arineitwe. Their brilliance and generosity, sharing their knowledge with warmth and kindness, marked them as truly rich in ways that a president with a shriveled, impoverished soul could never be.

Prossy, our absolutely superb bird guide.

Denis Arineitwe, Crammy Uganda Wanyama (I didn't spend much time with him), and Nanyombi Proscovia.
This amazing trip was a gift, literally as well as figuratively. My career choices normally keep this level of world travel completely beyond my means. I went to Uganda as an invited guest, courtesy of their government, in hopes that those invited on the tour would love the country and let the rest of the world know how splendid it is. A tragedy of the world’s current obsession with exploitation and wealth hoarding is that poor countries depend on ecotourism to justify preserving natural resources.

Laura at the Equator in Uganda

The same president who called Haiti and Africa shitholes keeps talking about making America great again. But what time is he talking about? I went to a conservative Catholic elementary school starting in 1957, at the peak of that mythical post-war era when many Americans think America was supposedly at its greatest. What we were taught throughout my education, and what was reinforced over and over in our Faith and Freedom reading series, was that wealth is measured not by what we have but by how much we freely give to others. In first grade, one story that stuck with me through my entire life was about a little girl named Ann. For Christmas, her only present was a beautiful doll wearing a fancy white dress trimmed with red ribbons.

Her teacher told the children they could bring their new toys to school for a day, and Ann of course brought her doll. One little girl hadn’t received any toys and Ann let her play with the doll. That night, both her father and her mother suggested that she give her doll to the other little girl. Ann said she’d be happy to give her one of her old dolls, but she couldn’t bear to part with her precious new one. But she was unhappy about this, and the next day, she gave the doll to the other little girl. Now Ann felt a joy that owning the doll had not given her. She felt wealthier without her new doll than she had when she had it. Her sacrifice was difficult—kindness and generosity are measured in part by how much we sacrifice to do the kind, generous thing.

As a first grader, I worried a lot about whether I could ever be that generous with my own possessions, but what Ann did was clearly the way we were supposed to be. Materialism was frowned on in a school where most of the teachers were nuns who had taken a vow of poverty and even our lay teachers were paid at barely above the poverty level. We were taught that the value in work had nothing to do with the pay.

We had a few nuns who were on the cruel side, and one of the priests who arrived at my school when I was in sixth grade turned out to be one of the Chicago Archdiocese’s worst sexual predators on boys, but overall, the teachers I got to know well were some of the happiest, most fulfilled adults I ever knew. At that time, one of the greatest American heroes we knew of was Jonas Salk, who developed one of the polio vaccines that saved millions of lives. He used his brilliance in service to this seminal research, not to enrich himself—he gave away the patent for his vaccination to the American people. Nowadays, the mindset with medical research corporations isn’t to save lives—it’s to command the highest prices for drugs, and to encourage people to buy them even when they don't need them. In this way, since the 80s, shareholders and CEOs have been hoarding increasing amounts of America’s financial wealth. They may think they’re rich, but not one of them will ever amass the wealth of Jonas Salk, who understood that wealth is measured in what you can afford to freely give away.

Many of our heroes in the 50s and 60s were government workers, from astronauts and NASA engineers to public health researchers trying to end polio, smallpox, and other horrifying diseases. My husband, one of the most brilliant people I’ve ever known, is a career scientist for the Environmental Protection Agency. He would have amassed far more money over his career had he gone with one of the companies that were recruiting back when he got his Ph.D.—the companies that profit by cutting corners when it comes to cleaning up their environmental messes and try to minimize public awareness of the dangers of the chemicals they produce. Russ and I both believed that job satisfaction comes from making the world better for everyone. He attended a Methodist church and went to a public school, so he wasn’t influenced by anyone who had taken a vow of poverty. But that conservative America of the 50s and 60s—the America of Jonas Salk and astronauts and Rachel Carson and Martin Luther King, Jr,—taught us that real wealth cannot be measured in dollars. We memorized the Declaration of Independence that declared that all men are created equal, and we both said the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag every morning, affirming that America stands for liberty and justice for all. America may not have been living up to those beautiful principles then, but President Kennedy, in creating the Peace Corps, promoting civil rights, and talking about getting us to the moon, taught us how to dream in ways that did not encompass financial riches. Imagine Kennedy referring to any country on this planet as a shithole!

I’m reading Michael Wolff’s book, Fire and Fury, right now. In it, he quotes Donald Trump talking about Sally Yates, a career Justice Department lawyer who temporarily served as Acting Attorney General. Trump asked why she, or anyone, would want to be a permanent government employee. Wolff quoted him: “’They max out at what? Two hundred grand? Tops,’ he said, expressing something like wonder.” How much wonder did he feel as a boy learning about Jonas Salk giving away a patent that could have been worth many millions?

Money may be the measure by which shady New York real estate giants, casino owners with mob connections, and scurvy politicians appraise themselves and their holdings, but it isn't the way good people measure our fellow human beings or the beloved creatures with whom we share this planet. For Donald Trump to call Haiti and Africa—the homelands of so many worthy human beings and wildlife treasures—to call these places "shitholes" took more than his everyday ignorance and meanspiritedness. This filthy word diminished our entire nation. We Americans, each and every one of us, are responsible for the words and actions of our elected leader, this hollow man with his shriveled, impoverished soul.

Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial

African Elephant


  1. I'm not going to be posting comments with explanations about why Uganda is poor--starting with the slave trade, rich countries and corporations have exploited African nations and led to horrible systemic poverty. THIS blog post is about Donald Trump's shithole comment and his shriveled soul.

  2. Laura, your gift of sharing your heart and soul with us, your friends forever and soulmates in nature, is a constant and enduring blessing. God's light shines through your eyes, and through you, on to us. I think I told you once long ago that you carried a special gift, and the world would be a different place because of you. Almost 50 years later, you still show that every day.

    1. I had some pretty inspiring teachers, Bob. One environmental education instructor in particular.

  3. Thanks Laura. I appreciate the time and effort you put in as you share this with us. So educational in so many ways. Keep posting!

  4. Beautiful, beautifully written. I went back to Minnesota for my Dad's funeral in Bloomington. I haven't been there in many years. A Somalian cab driver brought me to the funeral home. We had a very nice chat considering he was proudly telling me that his 18-year old son was graduating with honors from MY high school, John F. Kennedy Sr. High in Bloomington. We were just two people, me reliving my past, thinking about the many, many times I had traveled down that street to school, Burger King, the park....and now to my Dad's funeral. The cabbie talking about his son's graduation.... really made me so very happy to hear how diverse in the beauty of humanity my previously "wonder bread white" community had become in 40-years. I was so proud of my Bloomington people. I know there are problems, as with anyone anywhere. I am hoping that the neighborhoods of wonderful families out there continue to be tolerant and accepting of the beauty of others. You said it all perfectly here though, Linda, through your words and photos... what a heartache to think in one year our leadership has sent us hurtling backwards to a time of incredible intolerance.

  5. Well said. And your photos are amazing.

  6. Thanks So much the world needs more pro like you

  7. Thank you very much Laura. I get this uncomfortable feeling that individuals with your type of value education are now endangered species. Unfortunate but true.

  8. I think that the most profoundly disturbing thing for those of us who are not Americans, but who for many years visited the United States frequently, is the fact that enough Americans voted for him to win the presidency, regardless of whether Hilary Clinton, exceeded his popular vote count or not. This electoral college thing is a mystery to most of us! With bigotry, intolerance, a licence to spew hatred openly, all on the ascendancy - and all sanctioned right from the White House - together with a terrifying level of gun violence - it leads us to decide that the United States is not the place to be. I have not been there in almost six years and I doubt that I will ever return again. Now Uganda, that's another story!

  9. Beautifully written. Has filled me once again with a yearning to return to this piece of God's heaven on earth. I will not pollute this page of yours by ranting about one of the many idiots around the world that we sadly call our political leaders (I use that last word VERY loosely. :) ). But back to your article, thanks for sharing those gorgeous pictures. And yes, those people are some of the most generous people I have ever met. The definition of poverty and wealth varies greatly from person to person. Some of the 'wealthiest' are poor while those classified as 'poor' have a richness within that we should envy. I am now rambling as my mother would say... Thank you once again for sharing your experiences. God bless you!