Such a prescient, beautiful sentiment.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Poverty In The UK

As Seen By The BBC.

I watched a little of this programme. The most telling part for me was a little boy describing the meter feeding for gas and electric and his racing upstairs to shiver under whatever covering he could find, on the frequent winter evenings when heating was just not an option. I was this child back in the mid-late 1940s. Over sixty years on the appalling facts are that so little has changed and indeed, our Country is a considerably worse  place to live than after World war two, for many.
A significant issue is the obscene wealth of celebrity culture, political and corporate greed. My recollections are that life has always been better and more rewarding for all, under Conservative philosophy, than ever the meddling, interfering carelessness of the left, socialism and communism.
Those aspirational days are also ending as The EU and The UK appear hell bent on salving the consciences of the better off, the Chatterati and the whole panoply of social hierarchy.
A perfect example is the judgement awarded Sharon Shoesmith but I hope anyone passing by this post can easily identify the likes of the hypocritical crowds, nay hordes, led by Toynbee. Shoesmith is/was rich. A salary of many hundreds of thousands of pounds to protect vulnerable and mainly poverty stricken kids. A job, done in my time by parents and families, as a rule, regardless of bureaucracy and nannying. However the socialist quango obsession, still embraced by this Government and its Sir Bloody Humphreys, was and remains an obsession to reward failure. Shoesmith proved incompetent. Too busy living the designer handbag life to really care that much about the cruelty and deprivation way below her haughty gaze. She, however just typifies the culture we now have. Poverty and its consequences are more of a debating issue than a human one. Like so much, just a political football. The links between it and the NHS failings,  the despicable benefit culture, drug and alcohol abuse and so forth are palpable. As vivid as the scars  wrought on my psyche and on those poor kids today. I had an aspirational environment back then. One destroyed by social engineering, which continues apace, regardless of the mass of evidence as to its failure. To contrast the immense wealth, arrogance and hypocrisy of some to the sadness  and simple sheer humanity of poverty is a wonder. These programmes are like those wildlife films where the death of a suffering creature is filmed rather than the animal rescued by those watching.
I did OK but what might I have been able to do for others, had I not been scarred by my own poverty and hardship? Or would greater success have just put me in the Polly pens? Would I have just casually observed, whilst reading the luxury brochures for cars, holidays or jewellery, happy that The Sunday Times smugness was also mine.


  1. If she had overcome all poverty in her borough, then she would be out of a job. Thus she had to be sure that there was some (lots).

    More poverty: more salary.

  2. I watched the whole thing last night and thought it was a shameful propaganda piece by the BBC – almost a Party Political Broadcast by The Labour Party.

    It struck me how all the children chosen for the show spoke eloquently about their plight and how it would be made worse by ‘the cuts’. How jobs would be harder to come by… They were cherry-picked or coached – or both.

    The ‘wall writing’ later in the show said that current government policies would make matters worse…

    An independent broadcaster would surely have questioned how the country can piss away billions on welfare payments yet leave children skipping meals because their ‘parents’ cannot afford food…

    Shame on the BBC