Noemi has written a poem about people who come into poor communities of people of color to volunteer their time. It points out how it may not be as altruistic as it seems to be on the surface.
I recently met the girlfriend of one of my family members and she is one of these people. Every year she goes on a trip to some corner of the earth with plenty of brown people bearing gifts (e.g. pencils, paper, books) and "helps" them. On her lap top she had all these photographs of people and a story to tell for each one of them: This one is in his sixties and never learned to read. This one is completely blind but still came to the little makeshift school every day. This one braided her hair in the same way that people in their country wear it. This one hugged her and cried when she told them it was her last day.
All I could do was smile and nod and take deep breaths.