Michael Elliotts Final Speech to the ONE Campaign
I just want to say a few words to thank people for the chance to do this job for five years. I've worked for ten organizations full time. I made a list of the various occupations for which I'd been paid the other day, and it came to more than 20, from hod carrier to official in the UK Cabinet Office, but this has been the bestwell, if you exclude being foreman of a wrecking crew when I got to blow sh*t upand I owe a lot of thanks to lots of people who have made it so. I always think these speeches go in the wrong order, because you thank everyone and then you get an "and finally," the people you really would like to thank, and by then everyone's at the bar. So in the last few years I've reversed it and I've put the people who really count up at the top. So the first person I'd like to thank for 42 years of work and more than 40 years of marriage, my lifelong love, is my wife Emma. She has been a rock for me and the kids for years and years. I simply can't thank her enough. And then there are our two wonderful daughters, who are such a source of fun and love and success. Bush 41 President George H. W. Bush, when I was Washington Bureau Chief at the Economist, someone said to him, "What are you most proud of?" And he said, "What I'm most proud of is that my kids come home." And that's absolutely what I'm most proud of. And then a huge, huge thank you to the doctors and the nurses and the technicians, and the administrators at Johns Hopkins, at Sibley Hospital, under the incredible quarterbacking of my absolutely brilliant, brilliant oncologist Channing Paller. Fifteen million of us are living with cancer including, as I know, some people in this room, who are quite normal actually. We are quite normal. And one of the kind of great things about my team at Hopkins, and Sibley, is just that They remind you that you are living with cancer just like everyone is living with something or other and they are going to help you get the best out of that living. Next, I want to thank all the people in this room who are from the federal government, who are from the advocacy community, lots of friends around, who are from the many organizations that we have long worked with and that we depend on, here in this room or in other cities. Let me just pause a moment to recognize a great friend of many of us at ONE and in the other organizations, British MP Jo Cox who was so tragically murdered in the U.K. Read TIME's obituary for Michael Elliott. You know, I became an American citizen years ago. I can do the whole American trope as good as any of you. But the one thing I can't do, is the Washington eye roll. I just can't do it. Because of thirty years of living here off and on, I've seen the dedication of public servants. I've seen the dedication of people in the advocacy community. I've seen the dedication of people who get up every morning dedicated to public service and making life a better place, and here's to you. Let me finally turn to my colleagues at ONE and thank them. I want to thank everyone who's worked for ONE or RED in our offices and all over the world, from the garment district in New York, where RED is, to the endless skies of Johannesburg. Their amazing hard work and creativity and passion in service to those, who through no fault of their own have been asked to live with stunted life chances simply because of the accident of their birth. When we celebrated our 10th anniversary recently we took the motto "It's not about us." And I am just so proud to have worked with people for five years who have lived there every day, who know the victories, recognition, high fives, rewards, achievements, that we might endure mean nothing, mean absolutely nothing, literally nothing, if they do not directly improve the lives of those we are here to serve. I've said before that I often think that this whole thing has been a terrible mistake. Neither of my parents ever flew. They lived pretty much their whole lives within four miles of where they were born in Liverpool, and I seem to have been traveling ever since I hitchhiked from Liverpool to London when I was 15 years old. And I've never really stopped. And I've seen a lot. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. All my staff know that I have to drop one movie quote into any speech. I've seen that strange light, not quite pink, not quite purple, that bathes Harare with an unforgettable beauty at jacaranda time. I've watched from a boat in the harbor as the wall of fire lights up Sydney Harbour Bridge to welcome in the New Year. I've hiked to 13,000 feet to a Tibetan yak pasture in northern Yunnan province, in a light so sharp and crisp you thought it could cut you. And when I got back down I've drunk Yak butter tea, which trust me you don't have to do. I've hiked the length of the Samara gorge in the White Mountains of Western Crete, my favorite place in the whole wide world, five times, and I plan to do it again. And because I wanted to experience it all, good and bad, I've also seen the lonely, silent pain of the Pine Ridge Preservation in South Dakota, the legacy of long years of genocide foisted on Native Americans. I've seen people shuffling dazed around houses reduced to matchwood in Thailand after the great tsunami of 2004. And perhaps saddest of all, ten years after a vicious civil war stopped, I've seen those walls from one end of Monrovia in Liberia to the other, where bullet holes are mixed up with streaks of mold, in something like a weird art installation that belongs in the Whitney or the Tate Modern. Through it all, what's always inspired me is the resilience of ordinary people. From children carrying water for hours on the roads of Malawi to women coming in from their villages to markets in San Cristobal de las Casas or LiJiang or Elmina, to sell a few ears of corn or bunches of handcrafts. And as some of you have heard me say before, whenever I've seen sights like that, I've gone back to a passage in Derek Walcott's magnificent poem, Omeros, when he remembers his father taking him as a child to watch women in St. Lucia load a ship with coal. , , , , , , Now we can't all win the Nobel Prize in Literature but we can all give those feet a voice.