Archive for February, 2008

Direct Mail Fundraising is Junk Mail

I went on a rant on Charity Channel this morning. I tried to refrain, really I did - and I lasted almost a whole day. But eventually the devil on my shoulder made me cave. (For those who may have caught that rant, feel free to jump in here and tell me if I’m wrong. I may be opinionated, but I am also quite willing to learn - and to even change that opinion!)

The question being posed had to do with acquisition rates and return on investment. Seems innocuous enough, no? Unfortunately, what these folks were acquiring were people. Donors, to be specific.

The question was about a dip in acquisition rates for new donors from direct mail fundraising.

Can you just see me, staring at the monitor like a recently reformed smoker facing down a fresh, unopened pack - knowing my keyboard would not relinquish its hold until I had smoked every last one - um, I mean, responded to that post? Resistance was clearly futile. (BTW - GREAT comic to illustrate that very point, at my new favorite comic stop - XKCD.com. Speaking of addicted, I cannot wait for their feeds to hit my mailbox!)

So, here is what my fingers made me say in response to the question of “donor acquisition rates” and Direct Mail fundraising:

I hate direct mail. First, I hate getting it. I hate dumping it unopened, together with the rest of the junk mail, into the recycling bin on my way from the mailbox to the house.

I hate feeling guilty that I have no idea - nor do I care - who sent me the accumulated 27 sets of very lovely miniature Tibetan prayer flags, that are laying alongside the mile-high pile of mailing labels so numerous that no mere human could send that much mail in a lifetime.

This is charity junk mail. I don’t know who these people are, yet there they are - all these requests for money from complete strangers who found me on some list somewhere - heading straight to the recycling without being opened, along with the Penny Saver and the ValPak and the quote I never requested for cheaper insurance on my house and/or car.

I hate words like “donor acquisition.” Clearly, to the folks sending me this garbage (sorry - if it goes straight into the trash, it’s trash), I am a number, a statistic, the not-so-acquired side of their diminishing ROI.

And we wonder why our organizations are not sustainable? We wonder why we battle to sustain the incredible work we are all doing?

We are chasing money in any way we can find it, rather than engaging our communities (wherever they are - worldwide or a single block) in real relationships, involving them deeply in our missions with their hearts and their souls and their passion - and only THEN perhaps their dollars. And we wonder why the world sees our organizations as always having our hands out!

Have our organizations ever spent as much time trying to engage the people who come through our doors as we spend trying to “acquire new donors”? Have we spent time to ask those who already know us - ask for their wisdom, their advice about the work we are doing? How often do we ask the people who are already our clients, our patrons, our program participants - if they would like to help make our mission stronger?

And how often do we instead simply try to engage their wallets?

I am a season ticket holder at my local professional theater - have been forever. In all that time, they have never asked me for my thoughts, my expertise, my time, my help. They have never once, in all those years, showed me how I can get involved in making theater in my community stronger. They just send me renewals.

Both my dog and my cat came from my community’s Humane Society. My dog and I also did our training there. That was 10 years ago. Since then, I have never once been asked for anything but my money. How’s the dog? How’s the cat? What could we be doing differently, better? And why haven’t you been back in 10 years? And would you like to help us muck out the stalls one day?

Do they know if I would or would not? Have they asked me for anything but my cash?

Eldercare facilities, where many of our parents are now living. The community clinics and hospitals where we take our kids when they have skateboarded their way to a broken limb. We all encounter community benefit organizations in our lives all the time. When was the last time any of them engaged us beyond the service they provide and the donation envelope we then get in the mail?

I am seen as a consumer. I am seen as a potential source of money. And if this were the business world, I would feel perfectly ok about that.

But it’s not. This is the sector that is supposed to be changing the world.

And we cannot accomplish that if we do not see that every single person in our communities is an asset - not for their dollars, but for their ability to further our missions in every way possible!

I am often told, “But engaging the community like that would take time. We can’t afford to do that!” Translated: We can’t afford to do what works. So instead we will do something far less effective - with the added bonus that most people hate it!

When we cold-solicit for money, we are no different than ValPak. When we engage people in their hearts and their souls and yes, with their hands - their physical help, even when they are at long distances - we have a donor for life because we have a friend for life.

This is not airy-fairy rambling. There are HIGHLY practical ways to engage real friends (not the euphemism of “friend = donor,” but friends - you know, like we all have in real life? People who care and will help in every single way…). Those real friends will provide everything a friend would provide - volunteering and advocating and yes, giving dollars.

There are practical tools in our library at Help 4 NonProfits. Practical tools in the workbooks - not theory books but WORKbooks - I have written on the subject. Practical tools in every blog post I have done about this subject, right here.

To me, the bottom line is simple:

The way we raise money in this sector is not working.

If it WAS working - building honestly sustainable organizations - none of the readers of Charity Channel’s “Development Office” listserv (where this rant was originally posted) would have been reading this. They would instead have all the resources they needed, and would have no need for that listserv, nor the myriad workshops we all attend over and over, looking for the one kernel of truth that will finally, please dear God, make our money worries go away.

It’s not working.

And a big part of why it’s not working is that we have made it all about the money. I know we say it’s not, that it’s all about the mission. But when you are talking about acquisition rates and ROI on an anonymous mailing that is no different than ValPak, then I’m sorry - it’s about the money. And that’s why we all look for the next cool thing to make money - the next hot trend, the next guaranteed home run.

A system that separates truly engaged friends from a cause they would love to help is set up to fail.

In our real lives, those of us with a gaggle of friends we can count on are whole; those of us who are constantly chasing dollars are not. And in our organizations, it is no different. (And no, I’m not talking about “Making friends first, so we can ask them for money later.” That’s not friendship - that’s the plot line for Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.)

So take your direct mail and toss it where it belongs, and start figuring out how to engage the people who already care about you and depend on you. They are right there, waiting for you to pick up the phone and involve them, engage them more deeply. It is a squandered resource, and one that will, if treated well, help you “acquire” all the new friends you could want. Those friends will help in every way imaginable.

And oh yes, by the way, they will also give you money.

Monday Morning Rock Out!

As we head out to create the future of our communities and our world, sometimes we just need something to remind us of life’s little joys.

And nothing does that like this darling video, created by Vincent Fichard and Matthew Jones - two very creative guys in Dubai.


If you were to make signs like these and post them around your office, what would they say? How about around your house? Your neighborhood?

How could we make our clients smile the minute they walk in our doors? How can we make every patron at our museum giggle?

It’s the little things that make life joyful. So go ahead - go around twice.

And have a great Monday, and a great week!

If you are new to the Monday Morning Rock Out, you can find previous Rock Outs here. Enjoy!

Letter from Palestine

I am so pleased to share another letter from Nora Lester Murad.  Nora lives with her husband and three daughters in Israeli controlled East Jerusalem, in Palestine. In addition to her consulting work to NGOs, Nora has co-founded Dalia Association, a community foundation created and run by people who actually live in Palestine - a rarity in a land dominated by foreign aid (and therefore foreign priorities). Dalia Association’s purpose is to get beyond the politics and just take care of the people.

Nora has blessed us by agreeing to guest blog here, to share what it is like to try to run a Community Benefit Organization* amid the chaos and insanity that is day-to-day life in Palestine. You can find her first post here, and her bio is below her post.

I hope you will continue to welcome Nora and Dalia Association into your hearts.

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Dear Hildy,
Thanks for asking me again to share with your blog readers what’s going on here as we try to run the community foundation, Dalia Association, here in Palestine.

Of course, these days, Gaza is on everyone’s mind. Personally, I haven’t been there for 20 years, although it’s only 1 ½ hours away. I tried to get a permit as the consultant of a well-respected international NGO, but the Israeli military authorities didn’t respond to my request. They didn’t deny my permit; they just have not responded. It has been over a year.

My husband has very high clearance through the United Nations, and he goes to Gaza twice a week. He has to move in an armored convoy, and cannot move at all after dark. As a psychologist, he is well-aware of how the endless imprisonment and slow starvation is affecting the population there. Last night he came home with yet another story - a mother whose baby won’t stop crying. She has taken the baby to three doctors and has been told there is nothing physically wrong with him. But that neither solves the problem nor addresses the mother’s fear that something must be wrong.

As a mother of three myself, one of whom had colic, I was moved by the story. I got onto the web to see if there are any Palestinian La Leche League leaders. None. I called an Israeli leader to find out if they have any Arabic speakers among the 20 or so leaders listed on their web page. None. She did refer me to an English-speaking lactation consultant she felt would be sympathetic.

When I called, the woman was having dinner with another lactation consultant, so I got two opinions. They thought the baby was too old for colic; that most likely the baby was reacting to the formula he takes for one of his feedings.

And then these two obviously decent and caring Israeli women suggested that the woman bring her baby to a lactation consultant in Israel. I explained that no one can leave Gaza without a permit - that they won’t even give permits to people seeking life-saving medical treatment.

“Oh,” they said, as if they had heard that on the news but hadn’t fully believed it. “Then we’ll go there to see her!” they said, quite sincerely. “Are we allowed?” “No.” “Oh.”

It will be hard to find special formula made for children with sensitivities. In the last 11 days, only 32 supply trucks have been allowed to enter Gaza, compared to 250 per day prior to June, 2007. Recently the population spontaneously broke the wall that Israel erected to prevent Gazans from getting to Egypt, and for a few days, there was a massive buying spree. But individuals can’t buy spare parts for hospital equipment or fuel for generators or pesticides or construction supplies. The buying spree was a psychological relief, but it doesn’t really change the indescribably inhuman conditions in Gaza.

There is so much need, and as a new community foundation with so little money, it is not easy to figure out how to help. One board member suggested we buy food for the hungry. But approximately 80% of the 1.5 million Palestinians are already completely dependent on UN agencies for food, and they can’t even get enough food in to supply full rations. What could we do?

Another board member suggested we buy a generator for a school, to at least keep some kids warm. But even if we could get a generator in, we couldn’t get the fuel in. The generator might work for a couple of weeks, but then it would be set aside along with all the other millions of dollars of life-saving equipment that can’t run because there is no fuel or spare parts.

Wouldn’t it make more sense to find out what obstacles they face and put our effort into helping those efforts be more effective?

I called our board member in Gaza for help. He knows we don’t have a lot of resources, just a lot of caring people with good networks and good will. He said people need food. Yes, I told him. People need food, but we can’t solve that problem. Gaza’s problems are so big, we can’t solve any of them. Shouldn’t we be investing in solutions?

There was silence.

My colleague then said, “Nora, we don’t know how to think like that anymore. You’re talking about long-term solutions and we’re just trying to keep our children warm when the electricity goes out up to 8 hours a day.”

Ironically, it snowed in Jerusalem this week, and the city came to a standstill. There’s only about an inch on the ground, but snow is so rare, people just stay home. I guess we put a lot of pressure on the electrical grid, because this week our power has gone out anywhere from 3-10 times a day, sometimes for 10 minutes and sometimes for a couple of hours. My 11-year old was in the shower when the power went out and since the water is heated by electricity, she was immediately freezing. The next day I nearly missed a proposal deadline because the power kept going out when I went to send the email to the donor.

Bearing these inconveniences makes me feel even more in solidarity with the people of Gaza, who cannot rely on anything — not electricity, water, food, or even the ability to safely visit elderly relatives, help a sick child or get to their jobs. Our challenge, as Dalia Association, is to keep ourselves from being sucked in by the human desire to do something that makes US feel good, but that has almost no impact whatsoever. We need to look for real solutions, effective strategies, something that few others are doing but that we can do well with limited resources. Ideas from your readers are much appreciated.

Until next time,
Nora

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Until 2004, Nora Lester Murad combined a life of teaching at Bentley College in Massachusetts with a life of consulting to governments, foundations, corporations and community organizations on matters of racism and intercultural understanding.

In 2004, Nora and her husband moved their three daughters halfway around the world, to the Palestinian community of Beit Hanina, in Israeli controlled East Jerusalem. “My husband is Palestinian, and we wanted to be near his family. We wanted the girls to grow up with a deep sense of belonging to both Palestinian and American cultures, with full access to both sides of their heritage and languages.”

Nora is now the volunteer Executive Director of Dalia Association, a new community foundation that mobilizes resources for Palestinian-led social change and sustainable development in the West Bank, including East Jerusalem, Gaza Strip and the Palestinian communities inside Israel.

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