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July/August
2005
Postal
pollution
Is
yours junk mail, or something better?
According to an oft-quoted survey conducted a few years back jointly by
the leading British newspaper The Sunday Times and respected
researchers National Opinion Polls, the thing that most upsets the normally
phlegmatic, unrufflable Britisher is not one of the obvious trials of
everyday life such as voice mail, other people jabbering on mobile phones,
useless hand-driers in public toilets, or even car alarms going off at
dead of night. It’s not even reality TV shows, or Joey Tribbiani’s
new soap series.
It’s
junk mail. Inappropriate, unsolicited, irrelevant mail is life’s
biggest irritation for us UK types. This postal pollution, the pollsters
tell us, is what most infallibly gets up the collective British nose,
by a big margin. But mysteriously the typical reply from the average Brit
to life’s biggest irritation isn’t to complain, threaten action,
or change address, it’s to do…well… precisely nothing.
Inertia. When swamped by that which we really loathe, it seems the British
response is to suffer stiff-upper-lippedly in silence. But of course,
there are always exceptions to prove this rule.
My wife,
Marie, has been writing letters of disapproval again, this time to purveyors
of junk mail and I’m a bit anxious because at least two national
nonprofits are in the frame, so I’m expecting a bit of heat. As
if to confirm the pollsters, what gets up her nose is, in her words, ‘…
cheap and tacky enticements to give, masquerading as “thank you”
gifts for things I haven’t done.’ (This latter included voicing
opinions on preserving ancient woodland which, despite not being a bad
person, my wife just doesn’t hold and certainly hasn’t shared.)
The guilty
parties this time are two well-known and well-respected causes, the Royal
Society for the Protection of Birds and the Woodland Trust. They’ve
been caught red-handed including identical free pens in unsolicited mailings
that looked suspiciously as if both emanated from the same factory. This
already volatile situation was compounded by the fact that neither pen
works.
But is it
fair to condemn fundraisers for such practices? In today’s grab-grab
world, is what they do so bad? I feel Marie may have been a tad harsh
on these good folks, who after all have to make a living.
So when
she accuses me of complicity in this sordid practice I offer her my standard
riposte, which is, ‘Even if their pens don’t write, their
approach must work with enough people to be worthwhile, because they keep
doing it.’ She replies ‘Well it doesn’t work with me’
as if that’s all there is to it.
But instead
of just ignoring them or deleting them from her Christmas list, she sends
them a caustic letter.
I should add that Marie gets just as annoyed about junk email. She claims
to spend half her day clearing out junk from our mailbox and the other
half deleting unsolicited emails. This made me wonder what kind of company
people like my wife must imagine that we fundraisers keep. I tell her
it’s not junk, it’s valuable communications. For some people.
I’ve just had an email from a friend in Holland called Bente (who
I can’t really remember). Anyway he says I’ve won $100 million
dollars on the Dutch software manufacturers free monthly prize lottery.
Which is nice. And, in fact, something of a relief, as I could do with
some ready cash at the moment.
In part this is because a delightful woman called Princess Kiki Jessica
C. Spiff, daughter of Chief Oti Spiff, the late king of Ogoni, wrote to
me from West Africa just the other day asking for my help with a fundraising
project she has on just now, something to do with transferring major donor
funds to safe offshore havens. Given that fundraising is such an international
profession with all sorts of opportunities popping up in out of the way
places, I was only too happy to oblige and send her my bank details and
pin code plus a pile of dollar bills up front, so she could find a safe
home for her dear donors’ funds.
And now there’s those nice folks at the World Country Bank who,
in the interests of national security, have collected my account details
even though I bank with a different outfit entirely. How very civil of
them.
RSPB and the Woodland trust may feel persecuted by my wife’s apparently
severe dismissal of their carefully constructed blandishments, but I’m
sure they’ll get over it and return to mail another day (they’ve
just had one irate letter, but think about this, I have to live with her).
And I’ll try to explain to Marie once more that fundraising is really
a noble and honourable profession but that competition for donors’
money is so hard these days, it’s not surprising that fundraisers
sometimes have to stoop really quite low to raise it.
‘I mean’, I can hear me pleading, ‘be reasonable. It’s
not as if the public is likely to be confused and think we’re all
as bad as each other, are they?’
Sometimes people can be so unfair…
Here are two examples that show it doesn’t have to be like that.
Putting books into the right hands
I’m a recent addition to the board of a tiny British nonprofit,
BookAid International. Their mission is to work with the UK and international
publishing industry to direct appropriate books, tapes and DVDs to information-hungry
nations in Africa and other parts of the developing world.
BookAid is peopled by charmingly bookish types with names such as Julian
and Carmelle, surnames like Ponsonby and De Vere-Worthington. If they
had such a thing their brand character might be a dust-laden Dickensian
bookshelf piled high with appropriate, enticing, even high-tech-tomes
packed with the information a developing nation needs to get ahead.
In looking to repair their fractured finances BookAid’s fundraising
department has devised a really rather appropriate and involving proposition
that’s bringing in new donors by the sackful. It’s called
the Reverse Book Club. In return for a modest monthly fee (about eight
US dollars) BookAid will each month send out three books. But you won’t
get them. Instead, they’ll go in your name to where they are needed
most, in Africa or South Asia.
It’s a simple proposition, but highly appropriate. And donors love
it. Joining the Reverse Book Club is easy too. Email me and I’ll
sign you up.
Lost dogs find the key to donor happiness
Any actor will tell you it’s a kiss of death to perform alongside
either animals or children. Any fundraiser knows that an appeal for big-eyed
children will only be bettered by one thing, and that’s an appeal
for big-eyed cuddly pets. And of all critters in the pet species, the
pooch stands supreme champion, the non-pareil of fundraising images. So
you might think, The Lost Dogs’ Home (great name, I’m already
figuring how I can give them money) of Melbourne, Australia starts in
this fundraising game at a considerable advantage.
Maybe so. But less than two years ago this same Lost Dogs’ Home
had just 12,000 active donors, their four annual appeals raised just Aus$
400,000 (that’s about US$300,000) and their database was in decline.
They had less than 100 regular givers. But they did have a belief in and
a commitment to that extraordinary group of people, their donors.
They also have former RSPCA vet and passionate advocate for animals Dr
Graeme Smith as their CEO. Remarkably for someone in that role, Graeme
has found he really enjoys fundraising and has taken to it like a duck-billed
platypus to water (that’s smoothly, but firmly). In his words, when
he joined it the LDH was ‘a bit of a financial basket case’.
His trustees inferred it had just six months of life left. Then Graeme
started to be nice to his donors (at its heart, that’s all that
relationship fundraising is; not enough to fill a page, far less a book).
Now the LDH is Australia’s largest animal shelter, has 80 staff
and last year had an income above $7 million.
From the start Graeme wrote personal handwritten notes to thank donors.
As the file grew this became increasingly difficult but by then its value
was clear. Graeme still writes to as many donors as he can and devotes
a huge amount of time to it, often of an evening while he’s sitting
in front of the telly. Donor development demands dedication - Graeme often
sleeps over in his office, to get his work done.
But more than hard work, developing donors also requires entrepreneurial
spirit and the willingness to take a risk. Two years ago, when the Home’s
finances were looking particularly sick, the agency advising LDH suggested
a ‘crisis’ appeal (ie, more serious than just a mere emergency).
The appeal they sent was carefully and cleverly worded to bond donors
even more closely to the cause they love. It worked staggeringly well,
generating a 55 per cent response with gift averages of $88.00, nearly
three times more than usual and exceeding the target by more than 300
per cent. The top donors, those who get Graeme’s hand-signed Christmas
cards, responded at an incredible 87 per cent.
This extraordinary achievement, however, wasn’t the result of mere
random generosity. It was made clear that this crisis called for extra
sacrifice. Each donor was asked for a specific aspirational amount, 50
per cent more than their previous highest gift. The letter was brilliantly
worded, different for each significant segment.
Graeme Smith sets great store by knowing his donors and knowing what they
are thinking. Their views and opinions are regularly sought on a variety
of relevant issues. Thus donors’ attitudes to animal welfare issues
are now at the heart of LDH policy. He knows that trust and confidence
in the organisation are paramount, so the personal, open, honesty approach
pervades all of the LDH literature. That’s also perhaps how and
why nearly 15 per cent of donors have indicated that they wish to include
the Home in their wills. And why LDH’s chief executive sees his
main priority as ‘finding more time to devote to our donors and
supporters’.
If only all fundraisers would follow his example.
© Ken Burnett 2005
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