I can’t pretend to be the most emotional of guys. Lets face
it, I'm from Blackburn.
Lancashire.
Born 1960.
It wasn’t the done thing to be over emotional in the grey
old cotton town that turned me into what I am.
But ten minutes ago that good old Northern reserve was
sorely tested and if I am going to be honest here, I am writing this with the
prickle of tears in my eyes.
Regulars will know that the Foodbank I manage is facing hard
times at the moment. Regulars will know that in a frantic attempt to raise the
required £15,000 to keep the doors open I have written and released my 24th
book: ‘The Great Foodbank Siege’.
The picture is at the top of the blogpage.
Since the book has been out and about, I have been trying to
rustle up support. In the real world people have been handing out leaflets for
us and the local media have been brand new.
In the virtual world I have asked for virtual support and
received it. Lots and lots of kind words and generous reviews.
Tris at Mungiun’s Republic was a stand out in this regard.
And of course I sent a message to Stuart at 'Wings over Scotland' asking
if he could give us a leg up.
As in a retweet to his 45,000 followers.
Maybe even a review of some sort on the 'Wings over Scotland' site.
This was the message I sent
‘In a perfect world you will give it a
read, like it and review it. Sadly the world tends to be more shit than perfect
but you never know!’
Well Stuart gave me the retweet and I was chuffed to have
his support. Never in a million years did I expect what happened this morning.
I received an e mail from Bruce, the local BBC reporter who had interviewed me
about the book.
Had I seen this?
Had I seen what?
So you can follow the link I followed.
Yeah?
Bloody hell, right?
I damn near fell off my chair. Stuart’s case study is
horribly familiar and will be so to anyone involved in a food bank in this era
of cruelty. Thankfully with every passing day the curtain is being lifted on
the small print viciousness of this nasty government.
Every day we hear stories like the one Stuart has focused
on. These are the stories of the little people who cannot quite believe what
they have done to deserve such a miserable fate. At First Base we see twenty of
these people every day.
And they come to us because they have nothing to eat.
And most of the time they have nothing to eat because the
Government has chosen to strip them of every penny of their income for the
crime of….
The crime of what?
Of being ten minutes late for an appointment?
Of being to anxious and too generally mentally ill to get out of
the house to make an appointment?
Of having a reading age of nine and being incapable of
completing 38 online efforts to apply for work in a given fortnight?
These are the spongers and the scroungers we hear so much
about in the right wing press. The ones who it seems are to blame for all the
problems the world has faced since Lehman Brothers crashed and burned.
And as a punishment they have nothing to eat.
Sometimes for a week.
Sometimes for a month.
Sometimes for a three months.
Sometimes for three years for Christ’s sake.
Well in our small Scottish town, we can at least make sure
they do have something to eat.
So long as we keep raising enough cash to keep the doors
open. Hence the book. But in promoting the book there have been one or two
unintended consequences.
There always are. Because life is never, ever simple.
It goes something like this.
Nobody is going to buy the book unless they know there is a
book to buy. Duh! So you need to publicise the book. How? Get the media on
board.
Press release.
‘First Base is in a £15,000 hole and we have just released a
book to raise enough cash to fill the hole.’
Well what else could we say? So we said it.
And our message duly went out via the local papers, radio
and TV.
Not surprisingly lots of people got the message.
Including every food parcel client I chatted with yesterday.
Oh yeah.
They heard the message all right. And they were scared.
You’re not going to close down are you Mark……
And of course I made confident noises. Of course not. We’ve
been here before. Many times before. One way or another we always find a way to
keep the doors open. First Base knows how to run on fresh air.
I think I managed to ease their worries.
But I defy anyone not to feel the pressure of the situation.
Because if the day comes when we cannot open our doors twenty people will have
nothing to eat. Including kids.
And the safety net we have known since 1945 is barely there
any more. 20% of the people who arrive at our desk have been sent to us by
social workers who don’t have an emergency budget.
Not any more.
All they can do is send their client to the likes of First
Base.
Because we have become the last line of defence. Oh and
how politicians just love to grandstand and go on and on and on about the disgrace
of foodbanks.
Disgrace?
You want to take a moment to wonder how things would look
right now if there were no foodbanks to hold the line.
Not great.
Knowing there is a danger that we might have to close the
doors sometime in the depths of the winter is a thing that refuses to leave the
mind. It is always there. Always nagging away. Always leaving an uneasy feeling
in the pit of the stomach.
When you step into the spotlight and announce that you are
in a financial hole, you really, really hope that you will find you have a few
friends to step up alongside.
And be shoulder to shoulder.
I cannot say how pleased I am to say that First Base has had
many, many friends standing shoulder to shoulder with us over the last few days.
And I see no point in not pointing out that most of them are
fellow travelers from the ‘Yes’ campaign. The '45'.
But not all. More than a few ‘No’ voters have helped out as
well.
Stuart has proved himself to be a true friend.
So thanks Stuart. Profound thanks.
Oh yeah, I know exactly how much you’ll hate me going all
gushing on you. Well tough. You’ll have to live with it.
In the blog I posted yesterday I waxed rather lyrical about Scotland being
the new ‘shining city on the hill.’
A beacon of hope for people all over the world.
A place where it is OK to be decent and caring and
sympathetic. A place where immigrants and poor people don’t get blamed for
everything. That is why I chose the picture at the top of the blog. Sentimental I know, but sod it.
You know what Stuart, I think you have just rubber stamped
that particular thought. And everyone who has donated to your appeal has just
rubber stamped that particular thought.
Big time.
And you know what? It might be tipping it down with rain
outside but Scotland
looks a pretty good place to be right now.
Oh and by the way. If you want to buy yourself a copy of the 'Great Foodbank Siege' you can do so by following the link below.
Bought the book Mark as I said I would on Munguin's Republic I also bought Toxic so all sorted for my reading on holiday aware that we are the lucky ones not only able to eat but also still can go on holiday.
ReplyDeleteGood luck could only afford a tenner but hope it helps
ReplyDeleteYou bet it does.
ReplyDeleteGood news indeed, Mark, that some of that money will come First Base's way.
ReplyDeleteThis is the big society, and we didn't need either Cameron or Maude to show us how to go about it.
Brilliant stuff, absolutely fantastic.
ReplyDeleteMade a wee donation, how could I not, how could anyone with a little spare cash not.
We are as nothing, if we do not help our fellows in time of need.