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AS you walk through the industrial towns you lose yourself in labyrinths of little brick houses blackened by smoke, festering in planless chaos round miry alleys and little cindered yards where there are stinking dust-bins and lines of grimy washing and half-ruinous w.c.s. The interiors of these houses are always very much the same, though the number of rooms varies between two or five. All have an almost exactly similar living-room, ten or fifteen feet square, with an open kitchen range; in the larger ones there is a scullery as well, in the smaller ones the sink and copper are in the living-room. At the back there is the yard, or part of a yard shared by a number of houses, just big enough for the dustbin and the w.c.s. Not a single one has hot water laid on. You might walk, I suppose, through literally hundreds of miles of streets inhabited by miners, every one of whom, when he is in work, gets black from head to foot every day, without ever passing a house in which one could have a bath. It would have been very simple to install a hot-water system working from the kitchen range, but the builder saved perhaps ten pounds on each house by not doing so, and at the time when these houses were built no one imagined that miners wanted baths.
For it is to be noted that the majority of these houses are old, fifty or sixty years old at least, and great numbers of them are by any ordinary standard not fit for human habitation. They go on being tenanted simply because there are no others to be had. And that is the central fact about housing in the industrial areas: not that the houses are poky and ugly, and insanitary and comfortless, or that they are distributed in incredibly filthy slums round belching foundries and stinking canals and slag-heaps that deluge them with sulphurous smoke—though all this is perfectly true —but simply that there are not enough houses to go round.
‘Housing shortage’ is a phrase that has been bandied
about pretty freely since the war, but it means very little to
anyone with an income of more than L10 a week, or even L5 a week
for that matter. Where rents are high the difficulty is not to find
houses but to find tenants. Walk down any street in Mayfair and you
will see ‘To Let’ boards in half the windows. But in
the industrial areas the mere difficulty of getting hold of a house
is one of the worst aggravations of poverty. It means that people
will put up with anything—any hole and corner slum, any
misery of bugs and rotting floors and cracking walls, any extortion
of skinflint landlords and blackmailing agents—simply to get
a roof over their heads. I have been into appalling houses, houses
in which I would not live a week if you paid me, and found that the
tenants had been there twenty and thirty years and only hoped they
might have the luck to die there. In general these conditions are
taken as a matter of course, though not always. Some people hardly
seem to (...)
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