Ed Miliband's Happy New Year to the Hardest Hit

Now Ed Miliband gets tough with onslaught against "evil" of benefits scroungers

Happy New Year to the genuinely sick, disabled and hardest hit in society.

Labour joins ConDem's vicious rhetoric of recent months, tarring everyone genuinely unable to work, or unemployed through lack of jobs in the current economic cuts, with the same stigmatising brush as the 0.5% of claimants who aren't genuine.

Why don't they root out this tiny minority once and for all? So the genuine, struggling 99.5% of citizens can be freed from vitriol and opprobrium they have never deserved?

Either this article outlines a parroted-for-votes, tabloid-licking ignorant whine that shows no basic understanding of issues we expect from the politicians we all elect, or it is sinister in the extreme. This is not even an intelligent ploy to win Labour votes!

Evil or plain stupid? You can't have it both ways.

Many today are exasperated beyond measure, from every shade of the political spectrum. The "facts" here are hyped half-truths and downright lies. The real policies to move us forward are conspicuous by their absence.

What a cruel joke to remember how Kaliya Franklin (@Bendygirl) used all her strength, persistence and perspicacity to show Miliband the difference between "scroungers" and the genuinely disabled and chronically or fluctuatingly sick. Watch again, incredulous as you may be after today's U-Turn from Ed Miliband's moral compass here 

Kaliya Franklin, from her wheelchair at the 2011 Labour Party Conference last September, won the argument with Miliband so recently, he cannot possibly claim to have forgotten his pledges and promises in the wake of their meeting so soon. Shame on him.

Here he blithely regales us with his New Year Message for 2012:

"When politicians shrug their shoulders in the face of other people’s despair, they are not just abdicating responsibility, they are making clear choices. That is as true now as it was in the Great Depression during the 1930s." Politics can make a difference: Ed Miliband New Year Message

With the quote above, he surely writes his own political epitaph.

With no difference now discernible between the major parties' lines about the most vulnerable in society, we must look elsewhere for compassion to carry us through what we can be sure are desperate days. Days that put me in mind of words ex-Laureate Ted Hughes wrote in his poem 'November', still true about the trials faced by so many this January.

Only Hughes was just capturing the merciless weather. Animals caught by poachers or gamekeepers hung helpless but stoical on a fence. This is hate treatment meted out to vulnerable, ordinary human beings with no redress or resources to fight back, in many cases. But the tide has to turn one day.


In the drilling rain. Some still had their shape,
Had their pride with it; hung, chins on chests,
Patient to outwait these worst days that beat
Their crowns bare and dripped from their feet.

The dreaded DWP phonecall - but all is calm, all is bright (for now!)

It seems a crazy and contradictory situation to be thankful for being told you are "unfit for work". Does that make someone a scrounger or a conscientious realist? I hope you can understand my gratitude that for now, while I am too ill to leave bed or house some days, this is the best outcome for me for the time being.

An older gentleman from the DWP rang me this morning at 9.48am. I thought he was about to tell me I was being called in for a Work Capability Assessment (the much-criticised and humiliating DWP medical) carried out by ATOS.

On the contrary, he was very gentle and full of reassurance. Nothing to worry about, it was a "courtesy call" to tell me the outcome of my filling in the ESA50 last month. Because this is just a couple of days before the post shuts down over Christmas, he wanted me to know the outcome, just in case the official letter doesn't reach me in the next few days. He hopes it will come tomorrow, but can't be sure with the Christmas rush.

He explained that my migration from Invalidity Benefit (IB) to the new equivalent Employment and Support Allowance (ESA) has been successful. He also stated that I should not be contacted again for WCA for 18 months. The change over should happen about January 17th, and the rate will remain the same. I asked whether this meant Support Group (SG) or Work Related Activity Group (WRAG) and he said the latter, which is right, and what I had hoped.

This usually entails 6 Work Focused Interviews (WFI) with a personal adviser. These cover matters like dealing with your illness, acquiring skills, voluntary work etc that may help prepare for a future return to work. Basically, tackling any barriers that need to be overcome in order to return to employment. The sort of things always uppermost in my plans and the focus of my efforts even on my very worst days. (Also a more structured equivalent of the work related interviews I had in 2008 with a personal adviser at the local JCP in the weeks after my original claim once SSP had run out).

I will need to be careful to try and be well enough to attend these WFIs when called, as this is part of the contract, even though at the moment (until and if the hotly contested 1-year time limit on contributions-based ESA comes in through the Welfare Reform Bill in April 2012) there is no sanction if you cannot find a job by the end of the 6 WFIs. That is tomorrow's worry, even if it remains today's fight on behalf of all those who have not been fortunate enough to have been placed in the correct group. Please don't think this post is smug or triumphalist. I feel for everyone who has fallen foul of the deeply flawed system through no fault of their own.

Figures I have seen claim that, of those who apply for ESA:
6% - Support Group
16% - Work Related Activity Group
 36% -claim withdrawn
3% -  claims in progress
39% - "fit for work"

Sorry if these aren't the latest statistics. I've seen various figures quoted and am now so brain-fogged, I can't sift them for the most recent! This info is taken from here

Point I'm trying to make is I feel very fortunate I have been put in the WRAG, at least, just from medical information without the full ATOS medical. Perhaps they looked back at the one I had in 2008 and saw from my records that my illnesses (Type 1 diabetes, no hypo symptoms & M.E.) have not improved, and have in some ways deteriorated.

I would be interested to see the ESA85 medical report from which such a decision was taken, but won't do this with any intention to appeal. The support group is limited to very specific cases, and if the time comes when I fit those criteria, it will no doubt be apparent to those putting me through the various work-related hoops!

More determined than ever to keep trying to raise awareness and fight for the many people in dire need who have been cut adrift. When I was fit to work in years past, I always tried to be compassionate to those who were hardest hit in society. I won't be stopping now. Though at the moment, I must leave the blazing ferocity of the laptop screen and rest in a darkened room! Certain nightmares have been put on hold, for now. If I was any more thankful and grateful, my heart might well explode!

Jon Snow on Channel 4 News: new knight in shining armour for the hardest hit

Still struggling to fill in my "ESA 50" aka "Limited Capability For Work Questionnaire" and send it back to the DWP before December 8th.

Briefly stopped crying and dying inside at the humiliating catalogue of all that's wrong with me being revealed on the dreaded unhelpful and endless 20 page form (again!) as I watched the Channel 4 news with Jon Snow tonight. New benefit system dogged by 'endless appeals' Stopped sobbing to see the spectacle of masterful Jon Snow ripping at the flabby underbelly of Employment Minister Chris Grayling's defence of the slow car crash that is the Welfare Reform Bill.

"You could halt this reassessment failure now," Mr Snow pressed Grayling like a bulldog worrying a wasp.

At long last, instead of the BBC's propaganda and outright lies, Channel 4 tells it like it is. Pray God it's not too late.

Elsewhere today, Lord Freud in the Lords sounded like a smug puppet who had lost his script as other peers asked him questions about the Bill for which he had no answers. Again. Questions he tried to sidestep or in the face of which he seemed to be trying to hypnotise his opponents into a stupor with his whining, ingratiating but wholly compassion-free voice. Slowly but surely, the tide must turn. Mustn't it?

This on the same day Channel 4 News also revealed proof government plans to privatise NHS. Well done, Channel 4. A voice in the wilderness, calling for the proud and privileged to turn around at the brink of the precipice. A call for those in power to avoid another national disaster, the outrageous scapegoating of the hardest hit and most vulnerable citizens. A call to sort out these flawed Work Capability Assessments and prevent a return to the dark ages of stigma and more suicides for those wrongly labelled the "undeserving poor," left with no scrap of hope or means to face the future.

Thanks, Jon Snow and the Channel 4 team for helping me wipe the tears from my eyes and see more clearly again.

Back to the form. Courage. I can do this, whatever the outcome. Just knowing the truth is out there, whatever double speak and spin Big Brother Cameron chooses to put on it.

The tragedy behind the casual cruelty of the WRB: R.I.P. Mark and Helen Mullins

The magnificent Sue Marsh of  Diary of a Benefit Scrounger was on TV tonight. Sue explained in her eloquent, passionate words exactly why it is vital that people hear the real human needs masked by the current tide of disability hate kindled by the BBC, the tabloids and broadsheets and by politicians across the board. Why the Welfare Reform Bill being bulldozed through by the Coalition Government is no more "fit for purpose" than so many genuinely sick and disabled citizens are, in spite of the flawed processes of ATOS and the DWP, realistically "fit for work".

Nobody can see what it might have cost Sue in health even to make it to the studio. Or the effect her efforts might have had on her own health afterwards.

Sue Marsh: Is Everyone Entitled to Welfare? on 4thought TV 

I left a comment about Sue's inspirational segment on "Is Everyone Entitled to Welfare" tonight (8.55pm Channel 4 8th November 2011)  on the 4Thought TV site:

"Sue summed up so well the real, urgent plight of those who are genuinely disabled and totally dependent on benefits for day to day survival. 1 minute 44 seconds seems short airtime to counterbalance the media's increasing bias against welfare recipients, but Sue made every second count, so thank you so much. The suicides in Bedworth announced today are a tragic illustration of the chilling truth behind Sue's words."

The suicides I refer to are unlikely to make the national news.* It doesn't suit the propaganda machine to reveal that a good, conscientious, loving couple like Helen and Mark Mullins from Bedworth near Coventry, felt they would rather die side by side then continue to starve and freeze. Or to be classed and branded on national TV as scroungers and pitiable parasites.

The propagandists would like you to believe most benefit claimants drive Bentleys, sail yachts, have houses abroad, swing the lead, or act like wheelchair using Andy to a duped carer like Lou in a warped sketch from some private "Little Britain".

Mark and Helen didn't even have a fridge or freezer. They made the handouts from a soup kitchen, to which they weekly trudged six miles on foot, last them all week, warmed up on a one ring stove. 

Bedworth 'suicide pact' couple found lying side-by-side 


Helen was told she could not work by Job Centre Plus. The DWP equally maintained she could not qualify for incapacity or disability benefits. Quick to cut and pronounce. Blind to suffering. Slow to plug the leaky gaps in their own systems that let the icy winds of poverty blow through the lives of innocent, vulnerable citizens. Numbers and tick lists instead of names and real people like Helen and Mark.

Please take a couple of minutes to listen to Sue. Then hear Mark, with Helen at his side interviewed last year when they had been stuck in the system without help for more than a year already. They do not strike me as people who were eager to beg or wheedle. So they chose the only other way they could see out of a Catch 22 situation. Tragically they are not alone. Nor will they be in future.


The uncertainties of inhabiting a human body means that anybody, even the most smug and self assured, may tomorrow find themselves in an identical dilemma.


Please reflect before you glibly dismiss millions of your fellow human beings as less than human and so beneath your contempt and concern. This tragedy is a memento mori for all who think themselves immune from sickness or crippling downturns.

Today self reliant and smug. Tomorrow a statistic in a bureaucrat's closed file.

* Update: 9th November - I apologise that I was wrong that this would get no national coverage. The story was actually picked up today by the Daily Mail Army Veteran and his wife die in tragic 'suicide pact' after becoming 'too poor to live through the winter'
and tonight on the Channel 4 news.  

Hurry up there with your inconveniently chronic or terminal disability!

Terminally ill people warned over possible benefit cut

We know it's coming.

Not just to the terminally ill who can't be made well to a time limit. But to those with illnesses that can't be wished away in a year for the convenience of those who bled away the resources others were stewarding respectfully. 


We know it's coming.

Faster than the cures for our illnesses.

Faster than the grim reaper can ride.


Faster than enough jobs can be created that the fit and strong can do.


Faster than adaptations of working conditions for the sick and weak with disabling, fluctuating long-term illnesses can be devised.

The politicians of all parties who have devised the Welfare Reform Bill with the one-year-and-you're-on-your-own rider to the Employment Support Allowance, don't hear anything coming. They're not even listening. They hope their own needs will never outstrip their ability to legislate.


Every day the dreaded envelopes flop onto doormats. The letters that herald the day that the innocent, the genuinely sick and those crushed by circumstances they never courted, never expected, yet honestly and hard-workingly paid their taxes towards, comes creeping up on every last one of us.


But I won't despair. I still have that luxury!

I've always lived within my modest means. I sit on second hand furniture bought cheaply when I was still working and could have afforded better. My choice, I'm not needing applause! My mum inspires my way of being. Simple stuff matters to me. I count myself blessed.

Few things I own are new or flash or worth stealing, let alone fretting over. As even those basic things like food and heat get less and less affordable, I'm adapting. What's the alternative I could live with? If those I've tried to be a useful friend to while ever I could, can help, they will. If not, I will starve and shiver with no regrets. Why would I regret what others have on their own conscience or not? Things I can't change by indignant bluster?


Nobody can make you bitter or feel guilty if you are not. They will try. We know they will try. But if you let them change your heart and chip away your joy and resilience, they really have won, haven't they?

Even if I end up in the gutter, you won't stop me looking at the stars.


Till then, on behalf of compassion, respect and all that's good and beautiful, I will quietly fight on.

Voice of the Voiceless "Scum"

Hear nowt...

See nowt...

Say nowt...erm, not likely!

Guardian article about the fight for the genuinely disabled



This article (link above) highlights how one woman is making a difference. Like disabled and disabilty rights campaigning bloggers everywhere, she is helping to enable the voice of the genuinely disabled to get across, in the face of the latest panic-driven welfare reforms.

We all know reform is needed. The fear is that the "one size fits all" approach, where the form-fillers of ATOS (to whom inadequately devised new "capability assessments" have been farmed out by the Department of Work and Pensions), will deem everyone fit for work just in order to tick boxes and meet targets.

Like most of us, I've been through rigorous DWP independent disability assessments before, when the outcome was always that in no way was my health adequate to return to work, even part-time. A pen-pusher saying "you're well" has never yet been a cure for systemic disabling illnesses like M.E.!

I really admire how this disability campaigner,  Kaliya Franklin boldly calls her own website:



Benefit Scrounging Scum


This is the label the media has blithely affixed to her, to me, to you and all those forced out of their jobs and onto welfare or early pensions by genuine illness, lumping us in the same bracket as malingerers and cheats to whom we bear no resemblance at all.

For many of us who are ill, the current welfare reforms that target all alike, fill us with dread, despair and unwarranted shame. Jobs are hard to come by even for the young and fit. Those of us who might manage to muddle through for a day or two, would then be so crashed and unwell that we would be worse off than ever before.

I know. I've been there. I forced myself back to work so many times until I could no longer walk, think or speak with M.E. 

Claiming welfare is no glamorous "lifestyle choice". It's a last resort. It's a lifeline that we hate to have to ask for, and one we never in our wildest nightmares imagined we would have to rely on, for a day, let alone for an extended period.
 

I, like thousands of others, earned a decent wage in a demanding, satisfying professional career and long studied-for calling, after a lifetime's apprenticeship of experiences, work paid and unpaid, and grafting.

I paid my taxes (I never claimed for half I could have in my job!) which I still pay, of course, living greenly, cycling and walking, working on my days off whenever the phone or doorbell rang, going the extra mile without a second thought (as everyone does in caring professions and  so many others), always called "hard-working", relied on by many with a full diary of work and social commitments and connections.


Now, through no choice of my own, here I am. Through some unseen virus, picked up through hard and risky work in foreign parts, (which people wrongly thought heroic, or crazy at the time, people who filled up my "spare" time for years afterwards wanting to hear all about my work, at their fundraisers and meetings!) I'm suddenly counted by those who don't even know me or my blemishless history of conscientious citizenship, as scum. Everyone and their dog can now say whatever they like about me and wish me to hell in a leaky handcart as a contemptible "benefit bludger."


We may be too sick to march or protest as we might have when well, as we gladly did back then on behalf of those more vulnerable people for whom we once gladly spent our time and efforts, and will again if able. (Speed that day!).


But there are ways now, by internet, for instance, by which vulnerable voices can still be heard. Some days I'm too sick to read a blog, let alone write one, but when I can, I try to do my part.


I lend my support, such as it is, to disability rights campaigners like Kaliya Franklin in this article, and her fellow blogging colleagues, like those who blog as


The Broken of Britain


and I appreciate The Guardian (for once!) for giving the unpopular hoarse voice of we voiceless "scum" a balanced airing for once, without all the devastating vitriol and hype.