Thousands of kilometers away from the ruins of Tacloban, in the high, glass buildings and sprawling villas of Makati, the devastation is viewed through wide LCD screens and swivel monitors. There is shock and pity, but hardly any understanding. To wade through deep floods, to be cramped into unsanitary shelters, to have everything you own be whisked away in the wind—all are alien experiences to the well-heeled. They will shake their heads and write their checks. But they will carry on aboard their fleet of sedans and SUVs, crowding the streets and sending toxic gases to the atmosphere. “Resilient” is what they will say about the survivors. But silent is what they will be about the harder questions.