Last weekend showed the World Cup at its finest. England 6-4 France was the best of best games. As a friend of mine said, why don’t we have a prize for the ‘best game’, not just the best player or team? Certainly the France-England game would have won such a prize hands down. The final was lacking in charm and joy, but the bronze was football as an exciting alternative to stalemate play.
The day after seven weeks of obsessive football, reality took on a new face; a new government came into being. And astonishingly, Andy Burnham took on rough sleeping as his first priority, a preoccupation that has obsessed our output since the September 1991 creation of the Big Issue. The 35 years of pushing and pushing to rid us of rough sleeping in particular, and homelessness in general, seemed as if it’s paid off.
But ‘There’s many a slip between the cup and the lip’ springs to mind. ‘It’s easier said than done’ likewise. Hope before delivery, promising the Earth and delivering a flowerpot. etc, etc. All intended to bring us down to reality. Isn’t Burnham promising way more than he could possibly achieve? Didn’t Boris Johnson promise the same in 2019 when he stated that by 2025 he would end homelessness?
I remember when rough sleeping became an increasing reality. In 1961 as a 15-year-old runaway dodging the police and family, you would not, or could not, sleep rough. You would be arrested. Neither could you beg unless facing the magistrate if caught. Strict vagrancy and ‘No fixed abode’ laws were used liberally. If you were ‘skippering’ as it was variously called, you hid. In derelict or abandoned buildings, away from the public eye; so that you were not carted off to the police cell and on the morrow given perhaps three months inside.
You might call it street cleansing. If there was the social dislocation called homelessness, it was kept away from scrutiny. But by the mid 1960s something had changed. Begging and public rough sleeping seemed to be ignored by the police. By the end of the 1960s people and the press seemed to take note. Bits of TV appeared about this new sudden phenomenon. Charities were being quickly conjured up to provide food and shelter. Churches were opened up for these new people so that they could at least get a night’s sleep.
Previously it was the Rowton House, a chain of cheap hotels for the penniless, or the Salvation Army or church army that provided a bed. But now a growth in amateurish but committed groups around churches sprung up.