Oh, those fisher women are so fierce
This is a story I wrote almost ten years ago after visiting a fisher village in the Southern part of Tamil Nadu, India.
It was very controversial at that time, still is I believe: How does a well-renowned and good-hearted NGO cope with a strong community that has it’s own ideas about how to share and how to deal with relief aid?
The story was edited by many editors and have lost quite a few of it’s sharp teeth. But the dilemma still stands: what to do with the fierce fisher women that everybody fears?