Rightists like to tell us that there’s more to poverty than a lack of money. Nevertheless, this reminds us of Marx's biggest error - the belief that class consciousness would increase over time. The lack of class solidarity was a theme of Robert Tressell’s Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and we must remember that trades union militancy was used to “preserve differentials” and to support Enoch Powell, as well as for more benign ends. Granted, there’s a danger here of romanticizing the past.
James says: “Thatcherism’s greatest success was probably in the gradual erosion of class solidarity.” You get no sense in his book that his colleagues are active supporters of Corbyn or (worse still) that they have dense networks of friends or family to help them through the hard times. But it’s possible that they have, in James’ words, “internalized the objectives of their gaolers.”Īnd herein lies a depressing theme of Hired – the lack of class cohesion. Yes, such people are under stress from those above them. And yet they contribute massively to the misery of the worse-off. Job centre staff who “treat you like scum”, yobs who attack the homeless and the shop-floor tyrants at Amazon probably earn less than average wages. This oppression, however, doesn’t come (directly) from fat plutocrats in top hats grinding the faces of the poor. James describes how workers face intense distrust and constant surveillance by either technology or “petty fuhrers”. Whether it was the employment agency underpaying you, the job centre messing you about or the rent-to-own store trying to bamboozle you there was often this running battle with the authorities. Add in the difficulties of fitting meals around irregular working hours, and the fact that low-wage work steals (pdf) cognitive bandwidth, and we’re left with the fact that demands on the poor to eat well are simply unrealistic. The stress of work compels you to want a “momentary morale boost” such as a cigarette, chocolate or junk food. James says he put on a stone whilst working at Amazon despite walking ten miles a day. Any of these can force you into to the world of loan-sharks or homelessness.įor me, this strengthens the case for a citizens’ income: it provides security against such shocks. But there are many possible disturbances to these: “mistakes” in calculating wages (surprisingly common) changes in hours unexpected expenses or trivial misdemeanours at work that get you the sack.
You can get by on the money James made, albeit joylessly. Secondly, James shows that a big problem for the low-paid is not just the level of wages but the insecurity. It’s also perhaps that migrants contribute to a lack of class cohesion at work. The issue here isn’t just the perception, fuelled by employment agencies wanting to screw down pay and conditions, that there’s a vast reserve army of migrants.
One, sad to say, is immigration: especially at Amazon, James is surrounded by Romanians. It raises many issues, which should challenge both left and right. However, when so much journalism consists of smears, prejudice and idle gossip whilst the voice of workers goes unheard, James’ story is essential reading. His experience necessarily misses a lot: the sense of despair that comes with knowing that low-wage work is for life or the difficulties of juggling such work with care responsibilities, for example. Of course, he’s self-aware enough to acknowledge that he’s a tourist.
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His latest book, Hired, describes his experiences of working on low wages – at an Amazon warehouse in Rugeley, a call centre in South Wales, as a care worker in Blackpool and as an Uber driver in London. I’m delighted, therefore, that James Bloodworth has done just this. For some time, I’ve asked that journalists leave the Westminster Bubble and look instead at ground truth.
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