“Tonight I propose working with state to make high-quality preschool available to every child in America.” President Obama said this Tuesday night during the State of the Union. Thus, putting forward a new education policy that would benefit our country’s students. But, did you know that nearly 775 million people still cannot read even at a first grade level.
Joining the show today is John Wood, whose efforts have helped more than seven million children in Asia and Africa through the construction of more than 10,000 schools and libraries. He is the Author of Creating Room to Read: A Story of Hope in the Battle for Global Literacy.
John Wood’s book features the stories of impoverished children whose schools and villages have been swept away by war or natural disasters. Be sure to tune in for the full conversation at 3:40pm and check out an excerpt from his book below.
Reprinted by arrangement with Viking, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., from Creating Room to Read by John Wood Copyright © John Wood, 2013
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new library. I am one small part of a very large crowd, one small light in a bright and populated constellation. In addition to the hundreds of students, there are at least that many parents, along with teachers, the school’s headmaster, grandparents, government officials, and residents of the village. Grandmothers with pierced noses and faces lined with the crevasses formed by harsh sun and fierce Himalayan winds clutch newborns. Fathers hold aloft their three-year-old daughters, little girls eager to get a better look, anticipating the day they’ll be able to explore the library’s treasures. the students’ energy level could power a vil- lage.
We’re all assembled in front of a freestanding building newly bathed in an electric blue coat of paint. It’s a small but cozy structure, about three hundred square feet. Across the door is a taut red ribbon, ready to be snipped by as many rusty scissors as the village can muster. Above the door and running nearly the length of the building is a banner celebrating the opportunities that literacy will bring to the village. It proudly announces an event that is not only game changing for the community but also a milestone in my life:
Welcome to the o pening of Room to Read’s
10,000th l ib Ra Ry
As I watch residents of the village continue to stream into the open court- yard in front of the library, I contemplate that number—ten thousand! I recall how different things were just a decade ago, when a tiny band of volunteers and I opened our first five libraries in rural Nepal. We had a tiny budget, no employees, and only a handful of advocates.
From a mere five to ten thousand, in a decade: This is the steepest growth curve I’ve ever been involved in, surpassing even my time in the technology industry. the number on that banner seems a bit sur- real to me.
I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder. turning around, I am greeted by my mother, carolyn, a seventy-nine-year-old with a heart of gold, love of travel, and a crazed enthusiasm for the power of books. She is of hearty norwegian stock and extremely healthy. not many women of her age
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would insist upon flying halfway around the earth to the roof of the world to celebrate her seventy-ninth birthday. She attributes this love of nature, and of the cold, to having grown up in northern Minnesota.
Her eyes are as deep and blue as the many lakes of her native state: ten thousand lakes in Minnesota, ten thousand libraries around the develop- ing world opened by her son and the organization he founded. I like the symmetry. She hugs me and holds me. then she stammers through her tears: “I am so very, very proud of you.”
“Me, too,” interjects my eighty-four-year-old father, Woody, as he reaches out to shake my hand. those two words are it for him. Like me, he is not one for overt displays of emotion; that short statement, piggy- backed on my mother’s expression of pride, is about as good as it gets with him. Knowing this makes his statement all the sweeter to me.
Pulled between the extremes of my two parents, I gravitate toward my loquacious mother. Her words and embrace have caused my eyes to mist up. then I hug my father and share a thought I’ve had for a long time but haven’t spken: None of this would have happened were it not for you two, who believed in my idea before the world did. You persuaded me to believe in this dream even during the tough times when it would have been easier to abandon it. We’re only here today because of your faith in me.
Most parents would not encourage their son to leave a lucrative corpo- rate fast track at age thirty-five to devote himself to a highly improbable start-up charity venture. Parents are genetically programmed to do what- ever it takes to help their children survive. their dreams and aspirations for their offspring typically focus on a good job, the predictable place in society that comes with it, and financial security. Yet in 1999 when I told my parents that I planned to quit my executive position at Microsoft in order to focus “the rest of my adult life” on the quest for global literacy, they barely flinched.
I told them: “there aren’t any charities building libraries across the de- veloping world at a massive scale, so I’m going to try to start my own. I’ll work for no salary for as long as I can, even if it means running down my savings. But don’t worry; I’ll never ask to move back in with you.”
My mother laughed.
My decision could have fazed either, or both, of my parents. At the
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height of the Internet and technology booms, Woody and carolyn went from telling people, “John is the director of business development for Mi- crosoft’s greater china region, has a full-time car and driver, and lives in a beautiful subsidized house,” to telling them, “John delivers books on the backs of yaks to rural Himalayan villages.” But their advice to me was as encouraging as it was succinct: “If that’s what you want to do, then you should go do it—and do it well.”
Woody told me: “I may be a little crazy, but you’re not. You have your
own wings, John, so fly.”
As we open the ten thousandth room to read library, I ponder the fact that I lucked out in the parent lottery. carolyn and Woody met in a bowling alley in texas, where my dad was working for the Bureau of Public roads. We were always middle class but lived in a home that was “rich in books.”
these two believed in me, even when it looked like I was throwing away amazing opportunities to embrace a life full of risk and no financial upside. their loyalty to me, and to my ambitious but risky dreams, is one of many reasons I pleaded with them to share this moment with me in nepal on my mother’s seventy-ninth birthday.
I knew they’d be proud of me at this pivotal point in the development of my now decade-old enterprise. today, though, what’s more important is to express how proud I am of them.
the courtyard at the Shree Janakalyan School is now teeming with hun- dreds of students bursting with excitement. they take turns peering in through the windows of their new library. two dozen teachers are gath- ered. We hear the sound of snare drums as the band warms up, along with a wailing trumpet. Girls dressed in bright red saris, their eyes lined with charcoal, practice their ceremonial dance.
one of the teachers tells me that he and three others came from a vil- lage thirty miles away. “Are you here to help us to celebrate?” I ask.
“no, sir, we’ve come to petition you. We have over nine hundred stu- dents but no books. We would like a library in our school, too.”
Hmm: Before we’ve even opened number ten thousand, we have a pipeline of projects to help get us started on the next ten thousand.
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Standing next to these teachers is a smiling couple, both waiting pa- tiently to hang a garland of marigolds around my neck. “It is an honor, sir, to have you here today. Please know that from the bottom of our hearts we parents so value this gift you have given to our children.”
I want to explain that this community, with its outpouring of grati- tude to us and love for its own children, is giving more to me than they realize. this is a grand bargain! Instead, I ask the father how he’s gained such an impressive level of English proficiency.
“BBc radio. I’ve listened to it since the age of nine! I still listen for an hour each evening. this is how I can not only improve my own mind but also encourage my children. It also helps the children who want to work in tourism; without English or other foreign languages, they can’t have well-paid jobs like trekking guides or waiters.”
I nod in the shared understanding that tourism is the biggest earner of foreign exchange in an otherwise dormant economy. Proudly he tells me and my parents of the roles community members have played in getting the library built. three of the fathers helped to dig the foundation, while six mothers and fathers painted the exterior and interior walls. It feels quite awkward that they continue to thank me, given that they’ve done all the hard work.
this is part of room to read’s “challenge grant” model. rather than just sweeping in and handing local communities everything they need to get the school built or the library established, we ask them to meet us halfway. our in-country teams start every introduction of room to read by saying in effect: If you as a community are willing to put resources into the project, then we will do the same. But if you don’t value the project enough to lobby the community to support it, and if the local people are not willing to pitch in with some of their resources, then this tells us that the motivation is not there to make it succeed.
today at Janakalyan School the offerings of gratitude are effusive. our diligent translator lets us know that one mother “wishes to praise your team for allowing us to strive for greatness as we offer educational uplift to our children.” I think of my own parents and their continual exhorta- tions to study. this community reminds me that parents everywhere de- sire a better life for their children. It’s a near constant: they understand
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the importance of education and crave it for their children, even as they
are well aware of the sacrifice they will have to make.
With young children in classrooms instead of helping out on the fam- ily’s small plot of farmland, parents here will face hundreds of additional hours of backbreaking labor. Still, they know that education is the best— or perhaps only—long-term ticket out of poverty for their kids. “Go, go,” they tell their sons and daughters. “Without school, you’ll remain a poor farmer, just like every other generation of our family.”
now it’s time for the ceremony preceding the ribbon cutting. Few peo- ple enjoy speeches as much as the nepalese. there seems to be no upper limit on the number of people taking the stage and commandeering the microphone. the crowd hears from the community’s government lead- ers, the village elders, education ministry officials, the headmaster, teach- ers, parents, and anyone else who wants to take a turn. It doesn’t seem to bother anyone that they all say basically the same thing. As the blazing sun traces a lazy arc across the sky, the speechifying enters a second and, I hope, final hour.
With ample time for my mind to drift back to 1998, I replay my fateful first visit to Nepal. During that maiden Himalayan trek, a chance intro- duction to a headmaster who showed me a library without books set me on this trajectory. the school he heads is actually not far, in Bahundanda, no more than seventy-five miles away as the crow flies—as long as the crow can fly above twenty-four-thousand-foot peaks. A mere mortal, walking along the mountains’ numerous donkey paths, would need a week to make the walk.
these two villages are so close, yet so far. this is also an apt description for my life today as compared with a time when I had no resources, no employees, and no donor base—only the conviction that helping children across the developing world gain access to books was the only meaning- ful thing I could do with my limited time on earth.
room to read is one of the fastest-growing and most award-winning charities of the last decade. Its rapid evolution and steep trajectory have been beyond my wildest fantasy. though we started by focusing on li- braries, we experienced mission creep—the good kind—when we real-
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ized that libraries without readable books were not much help and that books sat idle on shelves, without engaged readers, despite the impressive new rooms housing them.
In addition to opening more than ten thousand libraries, we now sup- port (as of May 2012) seventeen thousand young scholars in our Girls’ Education program and have constructed and staffed (with help from our host-country governments) more than sixteen hundred school blocks. To fill the libraries, we’ve self-published more than seven hundred titles in lo- cal languages by training hundreds of local authors and artists to write and illustrate the first brightly colored children’s books the local children have ever seen. After starting with building and stocking libraries, we evolved rapidly to also become a children’s book publisher on a massive scale. In addition, we’ve now embraced training teachers on enhanced lit- eracy skills and ensuring that girls are empowered through not just edu- cation but also the life skills they will need to negotiate key life decisions. the need is global, growing more urgent by the day. Every day we lose
is a day we can’t get back. So we’ve also expanded far beyond nepal and now bring books and libraries to Bangladesh, cambodia, India, Laos, South Africa, Sri Lanka, tanzania, Vietnam, and Zambia. the morning of the ceremony at the Shree Janakalyan School, I told the local team that room to read had become one of nepal’s most important exports. the model we’d established there was now having a huge impact on other parts of the developing world. our role model, Andrew carnegie, known as “the patron saint of libraries,” helped open more than 2,500 in the united States, canada, and Great Britain. only a decade in, room to read has opened four times that number.
I look up to take in the mass of students sitting on the ground in front of the stage. the opening of the library will change their lives. In helping create opportunities like these for students in so many places, my own life has been radically altered. during my Microsoft years my focus was on revenue, sales growth, and market share—all things that were ulti- mately going to help make rich people richer.
My focus was also on ways to enrich myself: “What kind of raise will I get this year? How many stock options? can I remain posted overseas so that the company will continue to pay my rent?”
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today I measure quite differently: How many additional books can we get into the hands of eager young readers each year? How many kids are visiting our libraries? How many books are being checked out each month? I think about the size of our team: the more employees we have, the more communities we can help to bring education to their young people. With more than six hundred people all over the world now on the payroll, and with over 80 percent of them being local nationals who are “close to the customer,” room to read can accomplish quite a lot. the nepalese team alone consists of sixty people. thankfully, all of them are here today at the ribbon-cutting ceremony in Kavresthali, beaming with pride at how far they’ve come over the last ten years.
It’s been a volatile and unpredictable ride with many highs and lows. At any number of points along the way, the idea of hitting the ten- thousand-library milestone seemed the ultimate impossible dream. More than once I debated running back, tail between my legs, to the relative stability, predictability, and fat paychecks of the tech sector.
Perseverance paid off: thankfully, the mission and the work are no longer a lonely pursuit. Bill clinton endorsed our work on multiple occa- sions by inviting me to speak at his annual clinton Global Initiative and later to join its advisory board. cEos of major companies have joined room to read’s board. Volunteer fund-raising chapters have sprung up in fifty-six cities around the world. In our first ten years, more than seven thousand volunteers threw events that collectively raised over $35 mil- lion, fueling our rapid expansion.
one of the most exciting fund-raising campaigns happened totally out of the blue after Oprah Winfrey invited me on her show in 2007, when I published a book about the founding of room to read called Leaving Mi- crosoft to Change the World—a novice author’s dream come true.
then lightning struck twice. oprah got so excited about our work that she invited her millions of viewers to be part of “oprah’s Book drive” to benefit Room to Read. Some of the very books we printed with the three million dollars she helped raise are housed here in nepal. But to me the most important figure in all these millions is six million, the number of children who now have access to libraries room to read created. We’ve come so far, so fast.
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It’s difficult to process the difference between that first trip to Nepal and today’s ceremony in Kavresthali. We’ve gone from being a disorga- nized, ragtag band of volunteers to being a global movement involving millions of people. I remind myself that today is a day of celebration. this is a moment to revel in all that we’ve accomplished.
As if on cue, the headmaster finishes his speech. Proudly he announces that it’s time to cut the red ribbon stretched tightly across the door. We will officially open a magical and colorful place where students can de- velop a love of books and reading. the walls are painted in a riot of col- ors, and more than a thousand books are neatly nestled on the shelves, waiting to be picked up and loved.
the crowd charges toward the library as I look for my guests of honor. Grabbing my hand, my mother leads me as we walk together slowly. Each step is silent, but there are lots of namastes offered by the students: “the light in me bows down to the light in you.”
on this beautiful Himalayan morning our bond and our happiness are as strong as they’ve ever been. My mother grips my hand tightly as my father walks a step behind. “did you ever think you’d see this day?” she asks.
the only smile broader than those of the students is my own.