[Redbook1:164-166][19700625:2210]{The
Personal Touch}[25th June 1970]
Thursday 25th June
1970.
10.10. p.m.
I suppose
what is wanted is the personal touch in local government -- in housing and
welfare, to avoid if possible these terrible evictions of people who don't want
to leave by people who don't want to do it -- on orders from above. Perhaps it is the system -- but that is of
man's making. Lack of communication is
the age-old problem, growing as civilisation grows.
It* showed
you what depths the human being can sink to and not despair, how resilient they
are in their misery; how cheerful children can seem in adversity they know, but
how a sudden change, an enforced move, can shatter the fragile glass shell of
their own world and leave them helpless, naked and in despair: that unending
hopelessness, the fear of an infinite world, childhood.
Having said
that, what shall we do? What can we
do? We are all so busy keeping one jump
ahead of ourselves that there is no time for more than a passing tear: and
next, the adverts, and then the News (which everyone knows isn’t true, just
like the wrestling), and the Cinema program .... We shall forget, all of us, until the next
time.
The
impersonality of it cannot be dealt with by an impersonal system. The neighbours came round and helped -- but
why then, why not before? Why did they
ever let it get to this stage? They were
too busy to look until the danger was actually upon them.
Who’d be a
policeman.
*[A TV programme?
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