On Saturday evening I stripped on the side of the road

by Francis Tuson

Jesus said in Matthew 6, “When you give alms, do not have it trumpeted before you; this is what the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets to win human admiration. In truth I tell you, they have had their reward.” So I’m aware, even as I write this, of my inherent hypocrisy. Hopefully however, you will get something from my story.

Driving home from a friend’s house, a few hours into the evening, I was contemplating how incredibly blest I am. I am not rich. I work for a small NGO, and while rewarding and enjoyable, it is not the most lucrative job there is. However, I still have more than I need, and for that I’m incredibly grateful. As I pulled up to a traffic light, behind a beautiful Land Rover, I noticed a man on the side of the road. Not overtly begging, just sitting there with his head in his hands, naked.

I did a momentary double take, the light turned green, and I drove past. Half a block later, while thinking about the bitter cold, I did a U-turn and drove back towards the intersection. As I approached, it was clear that no one had so much as offered the man some money. He was still sitting in the same position, and considering his abject nudity, had nowhere to put anything, even if someone had stopped to give it to him. I pulled over, got out of the car, and called out to him several times with no response. Although slightly fearful – crime in our country being what it is – I approached him still trying to get his attention.

By the time I got right up to him I still hadn’t got a response, so I gently tapped him on the shoulder. He immediately jumped up in fear, flinching away from me, and looking up with a tear streaked face. The only thing he had was a small piece of rubbish thong-like around his crotch, an attempt at some sort of modesty. I motioned him to follow me to the car. Once we got there, I took off my shirt. He was shivering badly, so I helped him into it. He smelled like alcohol and seemed a bit muddled. I then took off my shoes, put them in the car and removed my trousers. As I handed my trousers to the man, he was still looking at me with worry, unsure if maybe this was a bad joke. While he was putting my trousers on, I got some money from my wallet to give to him. As I handed him the money, he looked suggestively at his feet and said quietly, “Shoes.” So, a little reluctantly, I got my shoes out of the car and handed them to him. He almost snatched them out of my hands he was so desperate.

Very cold and aware of the strange looks I was getting from passing motorists, I quickly got back into the car and started the engine. I almost drove off when I realized I didn’t even know his name. I quickly wound down the window, letting the cold in again, and called out to the man, who was just standing in silence where I had left him, “Hey man! What’s your name?” “Ephraim” he said quietly, then louder, “My name is Ephraim”. “Good to meet you” I said, my voice cracking, “My name is Frank. God bless you.”

“Why don’t they treat me like a person?!?” he said loudly, defiantly. “They call me “hobo…”, “monkey…”  Why?!? Because I live on the street I must be a monkey from the jungle?!? Why don’t they treat me like a person?!?!” I said, “God bless you,” one more time, and then drove off in tears, unable to make sense of the tangle of emotions welling up within me.

As I drove home wearing only my underwear, I slowly realized that the largest part in the mix of emotions I was feeling, was anger. Anger at the circumstances that led Ephraim to that rock bottom point in his life. Anger at those people in their big fancy cars, who couldn’t bring themselves to care for a fellow human being, even when presented naked, right by their car window, on the street in winter. An opportunity crying out for empathy and compassion. But I was mostly angry at myself, for not doing more. More for Ephraim, certainly. But especially, for all the other people in need I’ve come across in the course of my life.

I am not rich, but the next day, it was a fairly painless thing to go shopping and replace the clothes I had given away.

Too many times I’ve ‘driven past’ those in need. I’ve not stopped because ‘it would hold up traffic’, or ‘I was late or busy’, or ‘they’d probably just spend it on alcohol or drugs anyway’. These are pitiful excuses. We cannot personally eradicate poverty. In Matthew 26 Jesus said, “The poor you will have always with you.” But we can do something. Like the man on the beach covered in storm-tossed starfish who, although the task was impossible and overwhelming, kept throwing the starfish back into the sea one at a time because, “It made a difference to that one…”

We need to collectively re-sensitize ourselves to poverty and pain as a culture. We are especially bad at dealing with difficult emotions in South Africa, despite, or maybe because of, our history.

However, as we can see with the current global refugee crisis, the problem is not localized. There is not always something we can do, but at the very least, we have to recognize the inherent humanity in the marginalized and suffering.

Recently, and occasionally with great difficulty, I’ve been trying to live with the beautiful isiZulu greeting ‘Sawubona’ in mind. Literally translated it means “I see you”. We all need to look up and see the people around us. God lives in the heart of every one of them, no matter their circumstances.

Mr Francis Tuson

Francis John Tuson grew up in Johannesburg and was exposed to Ignatian themes from a young age through his family’s involvement with Christian Life Communities (CLC). He attended De La Salle Holy Cross College for his initial schooling and then was home schooled before returning to De La Salle for his matric year. After trying both Music and Law at the University of the Witwatersrand, he studied Post-Production sound engineering at the Academy of Sound Engineering. Before joining the Jesuit Institute, Francis worked variously, as a dubbing engineer, a sound designer, and a final mix engineer – working on a variety of projects, with a many different languages from around the world including; Mandarin, Kiswahili, Portuguese, Hindi, Hausa, French and Zulu. Francis is working on as much of the Jesuit Institute’s media as possible, attempting to drag the Jesuit institute, and ultimately the Catholic Church into the 21st century. In his free time, Francis enjoys extreme sports,hiking, and playing music.

f.tuson@jesuitinstitute.org.za @frank_tuson
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