Has anyone read this? My goodness how depressing this reads sometimes.
And to think even now hardly much has changed in Wigan! Bad teeth, unemployment, poverty, high death-rate, bad physique...go into the market in Wigan and no-one sells brown bread!
It is unfortunate that the English working class — the English nation generally, for that matter — are exception-ally ignorant about and wasteful of food.
Unemployment is an endless misery that has got to be constantly palliated, and especially with tea, the English-man’s opium. A cup of tea or even an aspirin is much better as a temporary stimulant than a crust of brown bread.
In Wigan various people gave me their opinion that it is best to get shut of your teeth as early in life as possible. ‘Teeth is just a misery,’ one woman said to me. In one house where I stayed there were, apart from myself, five people, the oldest being forty-three and the youngest a boy of fifteen. Of these the boy was the only one who possessed a single tooth of his own, and his teeth were obviously not going to last long.
English working people everywhere, so far as I know, refuse brown bread; it is usually impossible to buy whole-meal bread in a working-class district.
Or does it play no part?