I’m 53 now..... Grew up in absolute poverty in a block of flats that overlooked Strangeways. They were called Cornwall Buildings. We had Soldiers on the roof during some of the IRA trials in the seventies. Victorian flats that were two rooms and an outside toilet. We had a tin bath. Infested with cockroaches and when people lit the rubbish shoot to unblock it rats were everywhere. Dangerous too with railings falling off regularly. The flats were where they dumped families of different nationalities. We had Italians, German, Caribbean, Hungarian, Polish and of course us Irish. We were often looked after by a woman who had been in the concentration camps. It was a real mish mash and gave me a real love of different cultures and nationalities.
The problem was poverty. We had nothing, and I mean nothing. If it wasn’t for the help from neighbours who also mostly had nothing it would have been worse. My folks went without an awful lot and us three kids still suffered. I really do know what it is like to be hungry and was regularly dizzy because of not having food. It got to my Ma who struggled emotionally and as a result attempted suicide a few times, the first time after we couldn’t pay the rent anymore and we were locked out. My Dad eventually sorted that out and we got back in but it was a really bad time. Eventually the flats were compulsory purchased and we were offered a choice. Harpurhey or Moss Side. We went to look at a house in Moss Side on a new estate. It had hot water, radiators, a bathroom and a small garden. I still remember us three kids not being able to speak, then running around the house thinking we had won the pools. I get emotional now thinking about it. We moved in and things got better but we still struggled badly for years. I missed four years of school because of feeling like an outsider, smelling, feeling different. That’s what poverty can do. It marginalises and destroys children and families.
I eventually studied as a mature student, thanks to a wonderful woman that I met and have spent the past 25 years working with kids and families in poverty. If people don’t think real poverty is a problem today they need to spend a week with me. It’s a national disgrace and getting worse. It’s also deliberate...... I work as a senior manager now, live in a reasonable place with my partner and two dogs, but still feel like I don’t belong......