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during WW1, the British government was so scared of socialism that it decided to build 500,000 spacious and good quality homes for the higher strata of blue collar workers, in order to avert any chance of revolution. this would give jobs to many of the demobilised troops and would stop a large section of the proletariat agitating about their living conditions. previously, the government had steadfastly refused to interfere in the freedom of the housing market, despite large sections of the population living in slum housing
as Major Astor of the Local Government Board told parliament during a debate on the scheme:
“When we talk of expense and cost let us realise that everything is comparative, and let us measure the cost of our housing proposals by the cost of Bolshevism to the country and the cost of revolution. The money we propose to spend on housing is an insurance against Bolshevism and revolution. What is the cost to the country of industrial unrest and strikes? You have only to realise the conditions under which many men and women live to realise that unrest is fully justified.”
believe it or not, revolution was seen as a serious threat. this is how the minutes record the PM, David Lloyd George, speaking in a Cabinet meeting on March 3rd 1919:
“In Europe we were now faced with very serious conditions. Russia had gone almost completely over to Bolshevism, and we had consoled ourselves with the thought that they were only a half-civilised race; but now even in Germany, whose people were without exception the best educated in Europe, prospects are very black.
“Bavaria was already in chaos, and the same fate might await Prussia. Spain seemed to be on the edge of upheaval. In a short time we might have three-quarters of Europe converted to Bolshevism. None would be left but France and Great Britain.
“He believed that Great Britain would hold out, but only if the people were given a sense of confidence—only if they were made to believe that things were being done for them. We had promised them reforms time and again, but little had been done. We must give them the conviction this time that we meant it, and we must give them that conviction quickly.”
this is what communists mean when we say that the capitalist state only gives out concessions when its power is under threat
read more about the Homes Fit for Heroes initiative and its politics
Love letters during the War |
"Minds the Dead Have Ravished"
2018
These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. Memory fingers in their hair of murders, Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
-"Mental Cases", by Wilfred Owen
I did this series inspired by shell shocked soldiers of the First World War back in 2018, in time for the 100th anniversary of the armistice. Let us all strive to live in a world free of the ravages of imperialism and war.
"Minds the Dead Have Ravished"
2018
These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. Memory fingers in their hair of murders, Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
-"Mental Cases", by Wilfred Owen
I did this series inspired by shell shocked soldiers of the First World War back in 2018 in time for the 100th anniversary of the armistice. Let us all strive to live in a world free of the ravages of imperialism and war.
"Minds the Dead Have Ravished"
2018
These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. Memory fingers in their hair of murders, Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
-"Mental Cases", by Wilfred Owen
I did this series inspired by shell shocked soldiers of the First World War back in 2018, in time for the 100th anniversary of the armistice. Let us all strive to live in a world free of the ravages of imperialism and war.
My Wednesday Night
Trying to write a paper on First World War poetry while in the midst of an extremely depressed emotional crisis, looking up jokes from the war itself to get me in a better mood. We’ve been reading Ford Madox Ford’s Parade’s End and a bunch of other works, and I had the most ridiculous thing pop into my head:
Somme Do Not
It’s too bad I’m doing the essay prompt on poetry rather than Ford, or that would be a real zinger of a title. It was too good not to share with the internet via my first actual tumblr post. So here you go.
My Wednesday Night
Trying to write a paper on First World War poetry while in the midst of an extremely depressed emotional crisis, looking up jokes from the war itself to get me in a better mood. We’ve been reading Ford Madox Ford’s Parade’s End and a bunch of other works, and I had the most ridiculous thing pop into my head:
Somme Do Not
It’s too bad I’m doing the essay prompt on poetry rather than Ford, or that would be a real zinger of a title. It was too good not to share with the internet via my first actual tumblr post. So here you go.
My Wednesday Night
Trying to write a paper on First World War poetry while in the midst of an extremely depressed emotional crisis, looking up jokes from the war itself to get me in a better mood. We’ve been reading Ford Madox Ford’s Parade’s End and a bunch of other works, and I had the most ridiculous thing pop into my head:
Somme Do Not
It’s too bad I’m doing the essay prompt on poetry rather than Ford, or that would be a real zinger of a title. It was too good not to share with the internet via my first actual tumblr post. So here you go.
I'm still sitting here and you are still lying there, and there are so many things we should say to each other, but we shall never be able to.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
I'm still sitting here and you are still lying there, and there are so many things we should say to each other, but we shall never be able to.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
Because one thing has become clear to me: you can cope with all the horror as long as you simply duck thinking about it – but it will kill you if you try to come to terms with it.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
Because one thing has become clear to me: you can cope with all the horror as long as you simply duck thinking about it – but it will kill you if you try to come to terms with it.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front