the full employment economy
DESCRIPTION
This is a marathon epic effort with many slides, partly due to animations. This cartoon shows the utter futility of employment programmes for patients in the old NHS asylums in the UK. It wasn't jobs to help patients going into the community, it was jobs for those running the system that kept patients without hope of independence, never to escape the system themselves or to get a real job. This was my personal experience.TRANSCRIPT
THE FULL EMPLOYMENT
ECONOMY
NEW FORSEPTEMBER 2011
Andrew Presents
An Andrew Production
THE FULLEMPLOYMENT
ECONOMY
Sometime Around1980 in
Hellingly NHSMental Hospital
Later It’s Bedtime
After BreakfastThe Next Day...
It’s Friday AfternoonAt The IT Unit :-
The FollowingMonday Morning
Off To See The Nurse -
Next Up It’sPassing Out Time
Onto The SpecialistAssessments
Three Days Later...
After 20 Minutes:
On To The OfficeAnd Clerical Assessment
After The Injection,On To Pay Parade
After Several WeeksAssessment The
Outcome Is Decided
The Next DayAt The Jobcentre
In SevenoaksHigh Street
Back At The DepotAfter A Day’s Deliveries
The Other DriverReturns From Deliveries
A Couple OfDays Later
They Do It,And At A CompanyMeal At Christmas
In Bexley...
So, On To Hertfordshire
The Serious BusinessOf Training Begins
There Are Appointments
And More Instruction
There Is HomeLeave On ABritish Rail
Travel Warrant
At The End Of TheWeekend, Back To
Letchworth Skillcentre
Back To TheTypewriter Mechanics
Training
The Weeks Turn IntoMonths And Ray’s
Mental Health Deteriorates-
But At Least He’sNot On Injections
Some ThingsAre Not Quite
So Good
Ray becomes convincedthat the Skillcentre is
a home for former Britishservicemen from NorthernIreland and that the IRA are
lurking nearby.
Becoming more and moreisolated, Ray, as an amputee, writes to General Sir Stuart
Pringle, who has lost a leg in an IRA car bomb, to express sympathy.
Ray experiments...
A Few Hours Later:
Everywhere There IsA Hightened Sense
Of Danger
If Any Issues HaveAffected You, Make
A Song, A Story, A Poem –Whatever.
THE END