The Critic Magazine

Poppy Coburn analyses the worrying activities of the Radical chic charities

BROWSING LINKEDIN IS ONE WAY to stalk the lives of half-remembered university acquaintances. There’s the expected glut of management consultants, a mandatory career path for the well-heeled humanities grad. But, for every short-lived stab at a PR-traineeship or hard-won project manager title, there will be a graduate employed in the charity sector.

Not everyone is motivated by money — I certainly wasn’t. For do-gooding types who preferred to spend their final year at rallies rather than “women-in-business” conferences, the charity sector might seem a rational choice. After all, jobs in the sector are quite different from the old stereotype of grannies working in charity shops on behalf of starving donkeys.

The modern charity sinecure is unabashedly radical, and increasingly commands an immense amount of power and capital. Is it any wonder that the Joseph Rowntree Foundation sucks up top talent just as enthusiastically as McKinsey?

Many of us have an old-fashioned way of thinking about charity. Pop your spare change in the little box and directly contribute to child welfare, or donkey rehabilitation, or mental health awareness. But as expected from any industry where money flows plentifully, the British charity sector is enormous.

There are over 165,000 voluntary organisations, employing 950,000 workers (nearly two thirds as many as the NHS) and with a spend of £56.9 billion last year. This “third sector” is only moving upwards, having grown 27 per cent over the past decade. Eighty per cent of charities are classified as small, with a combined annual income of less than £100,000. Most are almost entirely unknown to the public.

THE BELIEF THAT “ACTIVISM DOESN’T PAY” no longer rings true. Take the medical charity, the Wellcome Trust, whose London museum recently shut its “Medicine Man” exhibition based upon the collection of its founder, for fear that it represented “a version of medical history that is based on racist, sexist and ableist theories and language”.

Decisions of this kind are

You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.

More from The Critic Magazine

The Critic Magazine4 min read
The Final Lap
THE SAN MARINO GRAND PRIX, 1994. THIRTY years ago this May Day. AYRTON SENNA sits on the start line and removes his helmet, which he never usually does. “The helmet hides feelings which cannot be understood,” he once said. Today, he doesn’t bother to
The Critic Magazine4 min read
Romeo Coates “Between You And Me …”
GIVING US HIS MODERN-DAY Falstaff (suddenly “Shakespeare’s ultimate gangster”, apparently), McKellen unfashionably relies on a fat suit for the role. Though such an approach is now often frowned upon by the obese/obese-conscious, old Gandalf deems hi
The Critic Magazine6 min read
Did An Army Of Spies End The Troubles?
THE TWO MOST BORING WORDS IN THE ENGlish language? For a time, the answer from almost every news editor in London was “Northern Ireland”. Then came the Belfast Agreement, signed 26 years ago on Good Friday, 1998. Three decades of deadlock had come to

Related Books & Audiobooks