I have as long as I can remember been interested in history: that is stories of the past, how things came to be the way they are today. Now when I look at the History magazine I find the 1950s, the 1960s and even the 1970s are dissected in its august pages. How can this be? This is my life-time, how can my story be part of history? Am I not living and breathing, not particularly active its true but still part of the big scheme of things. This morning as I was washing my face an old wrinkled face looked back at me. When did this happen? There was a time when my eyes were bright, my teeth were all there, I could hear every sound, not yet sans hair. I still have a fine thick head of hair, of various shades, yet all my own.
Now I’m part of the past, a small insignificant part, swept along in the tide of life, here and there wherever the forces took me. I have some memories of the great cataclysmic event of the twentieth century, the Second World War and of the decade of scarcity which followed. I was part of the 11+ generation, now that really is a part of the past. Now in theory the nation wants to give every child a good education, in practice we are still a long way from achieving that laudable aim. Although it is understood that the early years of a child’s life are extremely important, the brain is still growing and keen to learn. The government has in true penny-pinching mode cut back the funds for Sure-Start schemes, so the children who need the most help are now deprived of it. This dereliction of duty is called austerity, it could simply be called neglect .
It seems opportunities are relative to the place you are born into, if you are born into a wealthy family your parents will pay a large sum of money to have you educated in a Public School, (which is in fact exclusively private). Such a child will of course meet all the right people and be assured of an important place in society. Who cares about children who are deprived through no fault of their own? Not our government, we’ll push them out of sight! I have a terrible feeling that we’re moving backwards to the 1930s or even the 1920s. These were not good times for the majority, people like my parents who worked hard and still struggled to pay for the essentials of life. It could be different if billionaires didn’t buy yachts and instead paid their taxes like the rest of us. Poverty is not relative it is an absolute condition.
I have been a teacher and a lecturer for a number of years. I am married with two sons. I'm interested drama, films, TV, books, society in general, poverty and riches and political systems.
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