When the Nazi bombers visited London almost nightly; when the buildings blazed and collapsed; when the survivors emerged into the autumn dawn, blinking in the daylight many thought they would never see again, they were met with a veritable vision of the apocalypse in miniature.
So you are a survivor of the Blitz. Your home has been flattened and then burnt, as have eighty-five other homes in the East-End street where you lived. Your family survived alongside you because you took the warnings to heart after the seventh straight night of Nazi bombers distributing their high-explosive cargo liberally from the mean streets and warehouses of the East End of London to the offices, churches and shops of Central London. But you, and yours, have survived. You are met with kindness, sympathy and whatever help is available. Those survivors, and there were plenty of them, walked to work, got lodgings with friends, family, perfect strangers. There were communal street washing stations, where a family could clean their meagre belongings. Many moved full time into the Tube Stations despite Government protestations of the dangers. But the one thing which ruled was the simple fact; the truth, that no-one was entitled to anything! The War had come to cities, and it was the British people who fought back by waking up and attempting to carry on as normal, despite the complete absence of true normality.
Compare that time of true danger, with the stories now emerging from the Grenfell Tower survivors. True, the initial response from the Council was disastrously slow; but one has to ask how many other Councils have disaster plans which encompass the enormity of what happened at Grenfell Tower? The answer, if truth be told, would be virtually none. But the response began to emerge, and people were given temporary accommodation, and cash, and the volunteers (especially the high-profile Mossies) flooded in, because nothing speaks like ‘Look; we care’ than a line of people passing packages (which will more than likely never ever be used). Then the City of London stepped in, and bought a slab of ‘affordable flats’ next to a swish development, and stated that many families would be able to occupy the new flats when completed, which would be in late July/August.
choosy buggers surviving people are refusing alternative temporary accommodation because:-
- We don’t want to move twice, or
- It isn’t up to my high standards, and unsuitable, or
- Its a basement flat, and in on a busy street, or
- Its away from my Borough, where I used to live, and I can’t have that, or
- Its a long way for the school run, and its not near my GP’s surgery
- There are too many evil spirits near the flats and we cannot return!
Well, thats it then, they’ll have to stay in the hotels, because we cannot get hold of an experienced and licensed Exorcist before September at least!