New short film with the Daily Mirror: Save the Independent Living Fund! #SaveILF

New short film about the fight for the Independent Living Fund I’ve made with False Economy, Ros Wynne Jones at The Daily Mirror, Disabled People Against Cuts and Moore Lavan Films.

The ILF is a fund that disabled people use to pay for the extra care hours (personal assistance) that they need to live full and independent lives. The government plans to close the fund in June 2015 – even though the court of appeal overturned a previous closure decision at the end of last year.

The film features Mark Williams and Daphne Branchflower – two disabled people who talk about their lives and interests, and the central role that ILF funding plays for them. The film also features Angela Smith, a disabled woman who does not receive ILF and must rely solely on her cash-strapped local council care system.

Disabled people will again fight the government for the ILF in court on 22 and 23 October. See Disabled People Against Cuts for regular updates on campaigning and events, and https://www.facebook.com/ILFpostcard to take part in the Save the Independent Living Fund postcard campaign on facebook.

Earlier this year, disabled people occupied Westminster Abbey to protest at government plans to close the ILF. Disabled people have every right to independence and to live their lives just like everyone else expects to. This fight against government can’t and won’t be lost.

We’re all in it together – aren’t we? from Moore Lavan Films on Vimeo.

Don’t like homeless people in your area? Don’t like kids? Spike them!

Update Saturday 26 July:

The spikes have been totally removed. Here’s a video of the spikes being cut out:

And a good photo courtesy of People’s Republic of Southwark:

Spiteful and dangerous spikes

Some photos of the spikes being removed here – here’s one from that facebook set:

Spikes being removed

People won’t put up with this sort of elitist crap – ie giving some people free access to neighbourhoods, but not others. Doesn’t matter if it’s your poor doors or spikes or whatever. This “some neighbourhoods are only for the well-off” bollocks will not stand.

So give it up.

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Update Thursday 24 July:

Have returned to the site to find that a helpful someone has started to remove the spikes. People really don’t like these spikes. Nor should they. They’re awful. They’re aimed at rough sleepers and kids. Don’t care how gentrified your area is. You don’t need these.

Anyway – they’ve been reduced from this:

Spikes

To this:

Spikes removed

Also, as you can read here, one of the people I returned to the site with talked to some of the people working right next door to the spikes site and found out from those people that skateboarders are not a problem in the area. The same person also rang the company that placed the spikes and was told never to call or email again. How rude. “We didn’t need to talk to anyone,” that person was told. “It’s private property.” That’s a refrain you hear a lot these days. As it happens, private companies must learn that they do need to talk to people. The concerns raised about these anti-homeless, anti-young-people spikes need to be answered. There are no safety or warning signs about these spikes. I had another look today.

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Ahhhh – the inner London gentrification era. I just love it…

Yesterday morning, I went to Abbey Street in Southwark, because the People’s Republic of Southwark blog had received a report of more anti-homelessness spikes outside flats at the corner of Druid and Abbey.

So off I went to take a look and to take photos….of the very large and harsh plastic spikes you see below. The spikes were clearly unpleasant and meant to hurt, and it was a little hard to imagine exactly who they were aimed at, so when I got home, I rang the company that manages the building (their badge was on the building) and asked them who the spikes were for.

The answer to that was – err, youngsters. The woman I spoke to said that the spikes had been put down to stop skateboarders, because building management had received complaints about them. Am guessing that the spikes would put rough sleepers and street drinkers off sitting and lying in that space, too. Can’t help thinking that went through a number of minds – not least because it seemed doubtful that skaters could jump to the point that the spikes were at, or that they’d leap across the divide in huge numbers, like a herd of gazelle, or whatever it was the building management company had in mind. The street doesn’t look like a skateboarding place. It’s just a street with an uneven pavement and a garage with cars in it after the so-called jump. Weird place to want to jump and smash up against a car on landing. But yes – kids on skateboards was the line. It seems that these large, exposed spikes are thought to be acceptable ammunition in a battle against young people who get on other people’s nerves.

So – we’ve had spikes for homeless people in Southwark and now we have spikes for skating kids in Southwark – and whoever else might sit or lie in that space. Am starting to wonder if spikes are the weapon of choice against people who are believed to mess up increasingly gentrified inner London neighbourhoods. Hum. I don’t believe that I care for that.

And just in case you were thinking of turning up here to moan that people like me just don’t understand how hard it is to live cheek-by-jowl with the south-east London rabble and boo hoo and blah blah – well, I do live in south-east London, thanks, and I also live right across from a skate-and-basketball park which is full of kids day and night and I really don’t give a shit about any of that, because I don’t own the world. There are homeless people and street drinkers and they sit in the park as well – unspiked to date. This is an urban space we have here and everyone has the right to it. Kids play out and do their thing and that is how it goes. I did the same when I was a kid. It’s never occurred to me that the kids in our local park should not be there. Neither has it ever occurred to me to have them impaled on spikes. It is interesting to know that a building management company thinks that’s a starter.

I’d also say that if you really can’t stand skating kids in your space, there are plenty of skate deterrents around that are less likely to have some 12-year-old’s eye out than the latest effort in Southwark. There’s no justification for the spikes in the pictures below. I don’t care how popular they are, or how often they’re used, or whatever. But what would I know, I guess. If you don’t like them – spike them. That’s the era we’re in.

Two rows of spikes

Spikes for skaters

Spikes

Spikes

Clips from today in London: very big turnout for the #GazaUnderAttack protest

As above from today. What a crowd. Forget whatever the mainstream tells you. Or doesn’t tell you. There were a hell of a lot of people out in London today protesting against the Gaza attacks. Should be big news everywhere. It won’t be, but it should.

Here are a few clips to give you an idea of scale and the sense of urgency around the whole event.

Keep an eye on the Reel News site as they’re going to post a full video report.

Video: life with a serious mental health condition. Join the WCA vigil this Tuesday

In this video, Roy Bard explains his lifelong problems with critical depression. He also takes us on a short tour of his home and explains how difficult he can find it to look after himself and his flat when things are going badly. This is how a serious mental health condition can affect day to day living:

One of Roy’s friends was a bit shocked when he saw this video, so he came to London to help Roy clean the flat up.

When we made the video, Roy was on incapacity benefit. He was waiting for the forms that would tell him to apply for employment and support allowance and to prepare for an Atos work capability assessment. He has since received those forms and returned them. He is now waiting to hear about the Atos face-to-face assessment. He could be waiting a while on this, too, given that there are hundreds and thousands of people in the ESA assessment queue. You’ll hear Roy say in the video that he finds all the waiting torturous. Struggling with serious depression is difficult enough. It is made considerably more difficult if you have to wait for a useless private contractor to get around to deciding if you’re entitled to financial support.

Which brings us to this week’s court action on the work capability for claimants with mental health conditions:

In 2012, the Public Law Project and two people with mental health conditions brought a judicial review of the work capability assessment – and the courts found in their favour. As Disabled People Against Cuts reports here, the judges decided that the WCA did indeed place mental health claimants at a substantial disadvantage and that the DWP should make reasonable adjustments for claimants because of that.

Says DPAC:

“Often mental health claimants struggle to provide further medical evidence to support their claim for ESA. They may not be able to accurately self report how their mental health conditions affect them, either when completing forms or at face to face assessments. Many claimants are wrongly found fit for work and subjected to the stress of appealing the decision.

“The claimants who brought the case, DM and MM, asked the court to rule that the DWP should be responsible for obtaining further medical evidence at every stage of the process to improve the chances of a more accurate decision being reached about whether a person is able to work, or to start preparing for work, and to avoid the need for a face to face assessment in cases where this would be especially distressing for the claimant.”

Needless to say, the DWP appealed that judgement – “we believe we have made – and continue to make – significant improvements to the work capability assessment process for people with mental health conditions,” the DWP told me when I asked the department why it had decided to appeal a decision which would have made life so much easier for so many claimants. Continue reading

Newham council walks out of public meeting to avoid Focus E15 mums protest

Update 28 September 2014

There is another meeting of Newham council on Monday 29 September 2014 in the council chamber at Newham Town Hall at 8pm. Details here.

Below is a report of an amazing Newham council meeting earlier this year when Newham councillors got up and legged it past a Focus E15 protest in the council chambers. There was a hell of a uproar about all of this and my report of it. Members of the public – including the mothers – were denied access to the council chamber, supposedly because the public gallery was being rebuilt, or under construction. Right. Those of us who were either at or filming the protest outside the chamber were allowed to view the meeting on a rubbish TV monitor in a side room. We could see quite clearly that the noise coming from the FE15 protest was causing some consternation in the chamber. I wanted to find out what was going on inside the chamber, so went to security with my press pass and asked them to let me in. They refused, on the grounds that I even though I was accredited, I hadn’t been formally approved by the council. You can hear my exchange with the security guards in the audio below. I couldn’t believe it. Then suddenly, the council chamber doors burst open and Robin Wales and others came hurtling out and hurried past the protest. Some of the Focus E15 mothers chased him and asked him to talk to them. He got very angry, as you’ll see in the video below. The other councillors filed out and left the scene as quickly as they could. The council insisted later that hadn’t run and left the meeting unfinished – that it reached the end of the agenda and left in usual time. I still say that the council got to the end of that agenda real fast and then split. I also say that if a council must accept a variety of interpretations of proceedings if it refuses people access to a public council meeting, won’t allow journalists in to see what is happening and forces anyone who is interested in the meeting to watch proceedings on a monitor. If a council won’t let people into a meeting to see things first-hand, it’ll have to accept that they will interpret things in whatever way they do. Otherwise, we’ll fast reach a point where the only way to find out what went on at your local council meeting will be to ring your council up and ask. You won’t be able to see for yourself.

I got the NUJ to make a complaint about my barring from that meeting as an accredited journalist. The council wrote back to say that I was foul-mouthed and aggressive. Which was an outrage. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – that council really doesn’t like women who talk back.

Anyway. This is the sort of reception the Focus E15 mothers and women like me have had all year from that council. People have been made to wait outside, excluded from a general public event like a council meeting and then left hanging as the elected have run for it.

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Updates from the meeting (updated 26 February 2014):

More on the furious misogyny of Newham:

Getting onto three days now and I have still not had an apology from Newham council for barring me from entering the council chamber at Monday’s public council meeting. Not a word. Nothing. Still. I’m an NUJ accredited journalist and have been doing this work for years, but – nothing. I did hear via a number of sources that the council said I should have been admitted, but that means absolutely nothing. Saying a journalist should have been admitted after the event is useless. Completely useless. As everyone is perfectly aware.

I can tell you what I HAVE heard, though. Well, from one person anyway. I’ve heard that I insulted the council by saying that it cut Monday’s meeting short and left the building very quickly and en masse because of the noisy Focus E15 protest outside the council chamber.

The line is (I trust I have this straight) that the meeting wasn’t cut short, because it was in itself incredibly short (about 30 minutes to decide and debate the year’s budget, do you mind). Newham says it did not cut it short as it cuts nothing short, although as I say, 30 minutes has struck a few of us as a very short meeting indeed. The line appears to be that the meeting ended in an entirely natural way at set time as the year’s budget was knocked off in 30 minutes and that councillors simply left the room in the manner that they always do, unmotivated in any way by the clamour made by the young women protesting outside the council chamber. So. I can only conclude that the mayor always leaves council meetings at the speed you see in the video below and that everyone else always leaves at pace and en masse, looking neither left nor right and just going for it. Have a look at the videos below and see for yourselves. I know what I saw and filmed. I saw people steaming out en masse. The whole fast-departing crew is grim-faced in the extreme. Having covered council for years, it’s usually my experience that when council meetings end without a protest in the mix, councillors hang around and talk to each other and leave the chamber at their leisure in twos and threes. They’ll talk and stop to lean against walls and finish conversations and they’ll often be there for a while. They might even speak to desperate constituents lining the hallway.

So. That’s the sum of Newham council communication with me since it cut communication off at the beginning of the year. Silence has been broken to make sure the council’s reputation as an outfit that sees out half-hour meetings is upheld. The rest we must guess. Nobody bleating about meeting attendance has taken this opportunity to expand on issues like the rows of flats that lie empty on the Carpenters Estate while the council hands out Asbo warnings to rough sleepers, or to address the very real concerns about the conditions at the Focus E15 hostel and the effects that those conditions might have on the toddlers and babies who live there. As you’ll read in this story, the young mothers at the hostel raised concerns earlier this year about rats, mice, rubbish and mould. Mould, as I’ve said a number of times now, can be extremely dangerous to small children – read Zoe William’s recent article reference to that here. Nobody from the council or the East Thames housing association responded to me when I posted that story. Nobody popped up on my timeline to say That’s Terrible. I make the point again that I can barely get anyone in the press or politics to take an interest in this, or in the struggle the Focus E15 mothers have and continue to have in their fight for social housing. They’re fascinated by councillor reputation, but a little less by children’s lives. The Focus E15 people are women and children and they have no money. They are dispensable. Women and children are collateral.

More on the Focus E15 story soon. It is certainly very interesting to note who is responding and to what.

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Amazing scenes (and precedents) tonight at the full and supposedly public Newham council meeting. The Focus E15 mums – a group of young women, many of whom are still technically homeless – have been campaigning for social housing for all for some months. You can read that story here. Some have been placed in private rentals for just a year (without washing machines, etc, even though they have small children). Others are still at the Focus E15 hostel for young homeless people. They turned up to attend the public council meeting to try and talk to Mayor Robin Wales tonight. They were told that they weren’t allowed in – some rubbish about the public gallery being under construction (apparently it has been for ages. A lot of us are starting to think it will be forever). Security wouldn’t even let a small delegation from the group in to say their piece. So, the women began to chant. The noise clearly carried into the chamber, because not long after it began, Wales and the council got up and left the building. You can see Wales being followed by the women here and getting really angry:

I’ve got more video to post, so will do so through tonight.

In a very interesting precedent, the council denied me entry to the meeting as well – even though I’m an accredited journalist. Before the chanting began, I went up to security, showed them my NUJ press card and said I wanted to go in and see the meeting for a bit. Amazingly, they responded by saying I needed to be approved by the council to attend that full public council meeting. This was quite something. I’ve heard a lot of crap over the years, but this one was new. They asked me if I’d applied to the council to attend. I of course said I hadn’t – no journalist has to apply to attend a full public council meeting, for God’s sake. Nobody should have to at all. They said if I hadn’t, and hadn’t been approved, I couldn’t go in. I of course would not be approved, because I’ve been writing about these women and their campaign for some time and the council has already told me that it won’t communicate with me, because it doesn’t like the line I’ve taken. You can read that story here. The line I’ve taken is that everyone deserves decent social housing and that homeless women who campaign for that on everyone’s behalf ought to be heard at least, but it appears that is off-message. I’ll tell you this – if we’re at the point where only council-approved journalists are allowed in and the ones who interview service users *too* closely are not, things are not in a good place at all.

Here’s an audio of Newham council security staff saying I have to apply to attend public council meetings or be invited (presume the invite got lost in the mail):

And here’s a video of councillors leaving and the Focus E15 mums asking councillor Terry Paul if he would come and talk.

The thing is – there’s a major issue here and it doesn’t matter if councillors and MPs like it or not, or like the fact people are protesting and reporting on those protests or not. The issue is that people increasingly can’t afford decent places to live. MPs and councillors need to face that fact, rather than take issue with people who yell about it. The private rented sector is out of control and social housing is now so rare that you can’t really factor it in as an option. By demanding social housing and pointing up the problems with the private rented sector, the Focus E15 women are speaking for a great many people. Wales can stick these women in private rented flats for a year all he likes and they’ll be back at the end of the year with the same problems – the problems that everyone who must rent face. They’ll be talking about rent hikes, insecure tenancies and crappy flats owned by landlords who don’t care. That’s the problem. It’s a very big problem and it’s growing. And there it is. I think we can all agree that the housing crisis is not going to disappear just because you tell a bunch of young women to shut up and an old blogger like me to piss off.

Our joint Mirror, False Economy and Moore Lavan film on the Independent Living Fund

Mirror story today on the film that Ros Wynne Jones, Moore Lavan Films and me at False Economy have made featuring Mary Laver. Mary was an Olympics gamesmaker volunteer and torchbearer and is also an Independent Living Fund recipient. The ILF is a fund that severely disabled people use to pay for the extra care help they need to live independent lives like everyone else. Naturally, this disgusting government has tried to close the fund. Earlier this month, the Court of Appeal overturned the closure decision that the government made at the end of last year, but the government has not said what it will do next – ie whether it will make another attempt to close the fund and leave disabled people without the money they need to keep living. Mary has lost about three stone this year, because of the worry and uncertainty caused by the government’s closure announcement at the end of last year.

In this film, Mary let us film her and her carers working with her over a 24-hour period so that people could see what high-level care really looked like. She also went without her carers for some of that time so that people could see what her life would be like without that care:

MaryLaver’s Fight for Independence: Cameron’s Cruellest Cut ? from moorelavanfilms on Vimeo.

The bedroom tax, austerity and death by the political class

As some people know, I write about public sector cuts, so-called “welfare reform” and spend a lot of time talking with people who are on the receiving end of evil shit like the bedroom tax, social care cuts, Atos assessments and so on and so forth.

As some people also know, I’m getting to the end of my tether with it – not the talking with people, which I like, because we sit down for ages and talk about all kinds of things, but the appalling indifference of the political class to the realities of the destruction of social security (and you only need to read this Mirror story to get that). I think I’m witnessing powderkeg situations which are causing people stress that they won’t be able to cope with forever. This couple I’m talking with – we’re in contact every few days now – can’t cope. They’re having to pay the bedroom tax, they’re having to pay council tax now their benefit has been cut and they must also attend Atos assessments. They literally get a letter, or a payment demand, every week. This woman, Mary Laver, made quite clear to me that she’d consider suicide if the money that pays for her carers is cut. But the political class doesn’t give a shit. Nobody listens. Nobody who has the power to make change cares enough to speak out for it. I’m really fucking sick of that. I’m sick of a bloody commentariat which, with a few honourable exceptions, writes of the destruction of social security as though it is utterly inevitable and as though there was just one point in history (the few years after the second world war) when it was possible for politicians to advocate for social security and that we will never have that sort of chance or time again.

I’m sick of knowing that politicians across the spectrum believe that the fight for social security has been lost and has been lost forever, and that it is perfectly acceptable to view anyone who uses health, care, education or housing services as political collateral. I also hate the kind of journalist I’ve become against this appalling austerity backdrop. I feel that I’ve got to a point where I’m acting in too gratuitous a manner: that I’m here to gawp and to offer people up for others to gawp at, so that well-appointed members of the chattering classes can shake their heads and cluck their tongues and say ISN’T THIS GOVERNMENT TERRIBLE and OH LOOK AT THOSE POOR POOR PEOPLE and tweet a bit and then do fuck all about it. I think that I’m making people look pathetic when they are not pathetic. They’re being pushed into a corner and Labour isn’t prepared to fight that corner for them, but that doesn’t make them pathetic. That makes them people who have no political representation. That’s a very dangerous place to be. People who are in that place are totally exposed.

Anyway – I’ve decided to start posting more of the conversations, calls and discussions that I have with people who are going through all this and also some of the conversations that I have with officialdom so that people can see how fucked up so much of this cuts scene is and how real the agonies are. I want people to see how the average day goes.

And here is an average day from last week. I’m writing this one first because it will give you a good idea of the shit that is being talked to journalists as housing associations and their hangers-on try to justify the implementation of the appalling bedroom tax. And yes – I know that officers are struggling with this and have been put in a position where they must implement this dreadful thing, or compromise their own jobs and incomes. However – that is, in my view, an aspect to the thing that housing associations use to justify their own awful political line:

I got out of bed last Tuesday and took the dog for a walk and then I came back and that’s when it all started to kick off. My phone rang (I was expecting it to, but I watched it thrash around for a bit). It was a senior-ish person from the South Liverpool Housing Group – a housing association which is imposing the bedroom tax on tenants who have a so-called spare room.

I stayed in Liverpool for a while in March and met lots of different people who were, at that point, faced with the prospect of paying the tax. At that stage, they were still half-hoping that someone would intervene on their behalf (Liverpool city councillors and/or Ed Miliband, I guess, although they might as well have sent their prayers up to bloody Tinkerbell for all the return they got on that. Everybody knew it was useless. Everybody knew it was useless, because not a single councillor turned up to the bedroom tax meetings that were being held then to offer support. People absolutely knew then they’d been cast adrift). None of those people did intervene on their behalf, of course (I don’t count the Labour councillor flag-waving and handwringing at the March 16 protests as intervention – any politicking bellend with an hour to spare and an eye to the main chance can wave his or her hands and a placard around and say “fuck me – aren’t Tories mean”).

So now, the people I met are actually having to pay the tax.

Because we made contact then and because they know that I think that tax is a fucking joke and that I think the same of any outfit which administers it, those people who must pay the tax have been in touch ever since. They send me the letters they get from their housing associations and councils and ring and email when they get a call or a visit from the above and then I ring the relevant housing associations and/or councils and say, basically, “so are you going to evict people who can’t pay the tax, because I’m talking to people who can’t pay the tax and they want to know if they are going to be evicted as anyone would because nobody wants to be evicted, don’t you think.”

That is exactly what happened last week. Some tenants in south Liverpool who I have come to know made contact to say that there’d been housing officers in their street in the company of a uniformed individual who they thought was a copper (South Liverpool Housing was at pains to point out to me later that the person in the uniform was a community support officer and not a copper, but I have to say I didn’t really care. The point was that people saw the uniform and felt a fear).

Anyway, the housing officers and the uniformed person dropped letters through the doors of people who weren’t home.

The letter said  “We note from our records that you have failed to make any payments towards the bedroom tax. It is important that you contact us immediately to make payment arrangements. We have tried to visit you today to discuss this with you in more detail and to provide you with some options to consider. Please contact us to discuss the impact of the bedroom tax on your household or to arrange a suitable appointment.”

So I rang the HA and sent a bunch of questions (six) about this letter and this door-to-door visiting thing they’re doing with people who “must” pay this shit tax and the HA came back and said that I could speak to someone on Tuesday morning about it (Monday was a bank holiday). I thought about that and decided that I didn’t feel like waiting that long and that I’d be posting the story about the letter before Tuesday, so I went back and told them that and I said something like “how about you answer a couple of the questions before Tuesday as I’ll be posting before then.” I said that because I did not and do not feel that there is all the time in the world to spare on these issues and also being told to wait just generally makes me feel like I don’t want to wait. They agreed. So they came back and told me that the door-to-door visits were part of a regular community event called Walkabout Wednesdays – this is where HA people head out into the community and talk to tenants.

And so I put this in the article:

“SLH was at pains to explain that last week’s home visits were nothing unusual – that the Pay Your Bedroom Tax Now letter-drop merely coincided with a regular community meet-and-greet exercise that SLH calls…. “Walkabout Wednesdays.” That’s one interpretation of last week’s event. Another interpretation – it’s certainly one that went through the minds of our tenant contacts (and our minds, for that matter) –  is that tenants are being doorstepped for this bedroom tax money, a mere month after the tax was introduced. A demand for money is a demand for money, whether or not it is delivered on Walkabout Wednesday. People are very concerned that they will lose their housing over this tax. They’re certainly not confident that they’ll keep their homes.”

Which brings us to my phone ringing last Tuesday morning at 10am and me finding this senior SLH person on the other end of it. I was sitting there on my bed smelling like dog and thinking – I wonder if this guy knows that I’m sitting on my bed smelling like dog. Maybe not.

He seemed a genuine and reasonable guy, but this is the problem in this day and age and this is the point that I must make as clear as I can – ALL of these people seem so genuine and reasonable and even appealing. They seem genuine and reasonable and appealing to an extent that no person has ever been in real life in the history of our species.

This is an age – a long one, mind, as this has been going on for as long as I can remember – where smooth talkers and professional calmer-downers and de-fusers are detailed off to “handle” bloggers (not mainstream journalists – they’ve already been de-fused and handled to the point where they no longer need to be de-fused and handled) and to make vile and unreasonable policies like the bedroom tax and the collection of it sound not only eminently reasonable, but like an okay day out.

And so it was with this guy. He talked for ages about Walkabout Wednesdays and how these meet-and-greet events were held regularly to keep in touch with vulnerable (I hate that word) tenants and make sure they were all right and so that people could raise any issues and talk directly to their housing association so on and so forth… and then he also said that last week’s Walkabout Wednesday simply presented another very good chance for the housing association to catch up with anyone who was affected by the bedroom tax and to remind them that if they hadn’t paid it, they should come in and talk about ways to do that and that he wanted to make the point again that the housing association didn’t agree with the tax, but since it had to be collected, they wanted to talk to people about the best ways to go about that and how to help people budget and so on and so on and…Jesus wept. I’m telling you. These people can fucking speak. Time just wafted on and on with this pleasant, intelligent, reasonable and appealing (We Don’t Like It Either – type statement) male voice on the end of the phone pouring oil and pouring oil and I could feel myself being Borged. I had to force myself to snap out of it. Then he had a go, gently, at the paragraph (the one I copied above) I had written. Here is is again:

“SLH was at pains to explain that last week’s home visits were nothing unusual – that the Pay Your Bedroom Tax Now letter-drop merely coincided with a regular community meet-and-greet exercise that SLH calls…. “Walkabout Wednesdays.” That’s one interpretation of last week’s event. Another interpretation – it’s certainly one that went through the minds of our tenant contacts (and our minds, for that matter) –  is that tenants are being doorstepped for this bedroom tax money, a mere month after the tax was introduced. A demand for money is a demand for money, whether or not it is delivered on Walkabout Wednesday. People are very concerned that they will lose their housing over this tax. They’re certainly not confident that they’ll keep their homes.”

That’s just a fact. A demand for money is a demand for money, no matter how sweetly that demand is presented. I would actually say that the fact that some people seriously believe that it is possible to present a demand for money/a threat to housing in an endearing way is off the planet. But still –

This guy thought me calling this Walkabout Wednesday a “Pay Your Bedroom Tax Now” letter-drop was a little bit unfair, or something like that. I was just sitting there on the bed and I thought – Unfair? FUCK UNFAIR, brother. I am so fucking sick of this. Unfair is being tapped for £14 a week when you’re on a benefit so that a cunt like George Osborne can splash our money out on a meadow for himself. It’s as simple as that. It really is as simple as that. There is no grey area here.

And so I told this bloke that there was nothing unfair about my interpretation and that people who were being chased for money for this tax were perfectly entitled to take a view of that pursuit. If people look out of their windows and see several housing association officers and a person who looks like a copper and then they come downstairs to find a letter which says they owe money and must contact their landlord immediately to arrange to pay it – then they’re perfectly entitled to feel that they’re being doorstepped for money they haven’t got. They’re perfectly entitled to feel threatened. Hardly matters if the person who delivers the letter has the human touch and is a scream at parties or offers to “help” if you come into the office to talk about finding the extra money for the bedroom tax by making cutbacks to your gas and heating bill and other necessities. There’s no way to sugarcoat what is happening here. I rent privately and if my landlord said he was putting up the rent and then turned up with an officer a month later to ask where it was, I’d think – FUCK. I wouldn’t be thinking – hey, Walkabout Wednesday. Ace. Walkabout over here, comrades. Give me a letter telling me I’m fucked. And please – come again. I appreciate your visits. And sure – a lot of housing officers will be having a shitty time enforcing this. I know that. Some of my best friends are housing officers. I really mean that as well – some of my best friends ARE housing officers. I used to work in council and was active in the union and there were a lot of housing stewards who I knew across the boroughs who were and still are great friends. They hate all of this. But they don’t try to tell me that they’re doing their best with it, or that they’re trying to make it as painless as they can. They tell me it’s shit, that they feel their job now is basically to make people homeless and that we’re doomed.

So that was that call. That’s the sort of thing those people say. They are masters at massaging the shit out of situations which are made only of shit. It’s a skill and it’s a skill that people pay for.

But then my phone rang again. It was Sean, a man from Northamptonshire who I’m regularly in contact with. He has Asperger’s syndrome and his wife, Maggie, has schizophrenia. I went to his Atos assessment last year. They literally get a smack in the face from government every week now (I’ve seen their paperwork – it’s quite something). In the last month, Sean and Maggie have had bedroom tax demands (they have one “spare” room), a council tax demand (their tax used to be covered by council tax benefit) and then on Tuesday, Maggie got a letter from the jobcentre saying that she would be moved from incapacity benefit to employment and support allowance, which means that she will probably be called to an Atos assessment at some point. She was, naturally, terrified. She was so frightened that she couldn’t talk to me about it. I ended up speaking with Sean instead.

The thing is – and this is the part that I’m going round and round on – I don’t know what to do. I’m very happy to talk to people and to publicise their problems if they want that, but I’m not a welfare expert, or an advisor and so I’m not helping people very much, or very well. I can direct people to the CAB, or their local welfare rights advisors, if there are still any around, but after that, I don’t know what to do. If councillors aren’t interested and “welfare reform” is the only political game in town and government restrospectively changes legislation to beat decisions which may just have given a few people a bit of breathing space, what are people supposed to do?

And the thing is – often, now, people are worried about making themselves and/or their issues known to people who are perceived to be in any sort of position of authority, or part of the “machine.” Housing associations tell me that they’re trying to “help” people budget and to tell people to contact them if they’re having problems with rent and other costs – but when people who are having those problems hear that, they just snort. And who can blame them? These are the same associations that are sending them payment demands.

What a fucking mess. Seriously. And that’s just a couple of hours out of one day. Most of my days as a journalist are like this now. I honestly don’t know what to do with this information.

Save Lewisham hospital protest march 26 January 2013

A very big turnout today with people protesting at Jeremy Hunt’s plans to close Lewisham Hospital’s new A&E department and intensive care, maternity and children’s services. Career git Hunt will make a decision on the closures at the beginning of February.

The march went from Lewisham roundabout to Mountsfield Park. There were a lot of people talking today about upping the ante with occupations and so on.

I upload this video to give you an idea of scale. There were thousands of people there (I’ve heard 15,000 – it was definitely up there). There were thousands of people at the 24 November campaign march as well. There’s been very little said about either in the mainstream press. The growing resistance to this government – and to austerity generally, no matter who is peddling it – continues to be airbrushed from the picture, but that can’t and won’t last forever.