MARK FRANKLAND

I wear two hats when I write this blog of mine. First and foremost, I manage a small charity in a small Scottish town called Dumfries. Ours is a front door that opens onto the darker corners of the crumbling world that is Britain 2015. We hand out 5000 emergency food parcels a year in a town that is home to 50,000 souls. Then, as you can see from all of the book covers above, I am also a thriller writer. If you enjoy the blog, you might just enjoy the books. The link below takes you to the whole library in the Kindle store. They can be had for a couple of quid each.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

SO THIS IS ENGLAND 2018. AND THIS IS SCOTLAND 2018.

Sometimes we need a close up view of something small to get a better view of something huge.


Something like this.


It's an iconic picture, right? A now familiar picture. It was taken in the very darkest depths of the Vietnam War. It was taken at a time when the American military were becoming overly comfortable with their newly minted term, 'collateral damage'. It was their way of making primordial horror easier on the ear. Collateral damage? Sounds pretty harmless. I mean, how bad can things really be when two such seemingly innocent words are hooked up with each other and sent out into the airwaves.

The picture's stark brutal truth soon elbowed its way into the very forefront of the world's attention span. Collateral damage in the flesh. The ruined, charred, napalm burned flesh of a young girl stripped of all dignity. Modern, industrialised war up close and personal.

In 'Apocalypse Now', Kurtz nails it down into a tightly wrapped sentence.

"We train our young men to drop fire on people but their commanders won't allow them to write 'FUCK' on their aeroplanes.... why? ..... because it's obscene....."

And then there is this picture.




It's familiar of course. The Turkish policeman and the dead Syrian toddler. Just one death in the midst of tens of thousands, but a different death. A death to make it real. A death which turned the nation against Katie Hopkins for labelling desperate human beings fleeing the killing fields of Syria as 'cockroaches'. And suddenly we were able to see the refugees as fellow human beings as opposed to threatening statistics.

Just for a while.

Well last week a snapshot of England 2018 walked into First Base and rang the bell on the counter.

I'm going to call him Bradley and in a few paragraphs time you will figure out why.

There was nothing about Bradley at first glance to lead me to think he was about to become iconic. Early twenties. An air of politeness. A slightly nervous smile.

He passed me his referral form with apologetic body language. And when he spoke his voice was from my neck of the woods. Just the merest hint of Noel Gallagher. Old cotton mills transformed into quirky shopping malls. Peterloo and Sir Alex Fergusson and snarled up traffic on the M62.

I read the bare bones.

"Sanctioned, yeah?"

"Well. Yes. But that was a while ago. I suppose I'm just homeless now."

The paper bore the name of a hostel in town.

"But your sorted for a place to stay?"

"Yeah. I just need to take things step by step. You know. I need to put things back together one by one."

A quiet, considered voice. Measured. Not a trace of anger or outrage. I got the feeling he was beyond all that. Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight....

As I put is parcel together I wondered if he would volunteer his story. I never ask. At First Base we give people food whether they tell us their story or not.

Bradley laid out the bare bones without any realisation of his story being anything particularly extraordinary. And he was wrong about that. About as wrong as wrong can be.

In his quiet Mancunian, he described a modern day Odyssey. An iconic picture of England 2018. And in a way it is also a picture of Scotland 2018.

One minute life was rolling along and the next moment things went to hell and Bradley found himself homeless. He went through all the right doors to ask for help. For a chit to use the safety net. For the support of the country of his birth. Of England. Of the green and pleasant land that once upon a time had sprouted all those dark satanic mills.

And what did he find? Nothing. No warm embrace. No soft landing. Instead it was the streets. Long nights and the brutal, biting cold of the dawn. Distant sirens. Drunken shouts and the growl of the pre-dawn road sweeper.

Lost and not a chance of being found. Every day he asked the question. And every day the answer was the same. No room in the inn. No room anywhere. Only the pavement or the park.

So he took stock. He weighed his options. He reviewed his worldly goods. A bike and a bag of clothes.

And he came up with a plan.

A 2018 Odyssey.

Thirty something years ago, Norman Tebbit came up with his iconic interview. What should those left penniless and unemployed do to make their lives better? Get on their bikes. Go to where the work was waiting to be found. Away from the places where once upon a time ships were built and steel milled and coal mined and cotton spun.

Well Bradley had a bike. Have bike, can travel right? And he signed up to his own simple plan. So there was no homeless accommodation to be had in his home town of Manchester. So maybe he could find a different town where the answer would be different. Maybe. Only one way to find out. 

So he saddled up and started peddling. And in every new town he stopped and asked the same question. Again and again and again. Is there anywhere for me to stay here? Is there any room in the inn?

And the answer was always the same. A flat 'no'. All full up here. Sorry, but it's the cuts you see. Austerity. And as he worked his way north through Wigan and Preston and Lancaster he started to hear different words over and over.

'No local connection'.

If you're local, then maybe there might be a place. But Manchester..... Sorry mate. Manchester isn't from round here. Manchester is from Manchester. Which isn't here. Which means you have 'no local connection'. But his fellow street sleepers told him the 'no local connection' was something of a red herring. They said they were local and there was still no room to be had in the inn. Not in England in 2018.

And as the plains of Lancashire gave way to the mountains of Cumbria, he started to hear whispers of a place where there was still a sliver of hope to be found. At first it was just a myth, but with every hard mile north the myth took a little more shape and form. And reality.

A place called Scotland. A place of sanctuary. A place were basic humanity hadn't been binned off in the name of austerity. And the hope of Scotland kept him peddling over the rain soaked hills.

There was no room in the inn in Kendal or Penrith or Carlisle.

I wonder how he felt when at last he reached the big blue sign.



And suddenly he was on the last leg. Dumfries 23 miles. No more mountains. Flat back roads. Easy peddling for his now strong legs. And at last when he asked the question, the answer was yes. Yes there is somewhere. A bed. Clean sheets. A place to wash. A place to be warm. And a piece of paper and a set of directions. 

To us.

A bag of food to be warmed up in the communal kitchen. The basics of life. A roof and a chance of something hot to eat. A toe hold. A start point. A line in the sand. A chance to find a way to start over. A place to forge a new life.

A hundred and fifty years ago, hundreds of thousands of Scots took ships across the Atlantic to seek out better lives in America. For them it was Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty.

Bradley got himself a blue sign and a Homeless Department who said yes.

I think he'll do OK. He carries a thoughtful intelligence and his quiet manners are instinctive. He's more than employable and I don't think it will take him very long to be employed. He'll be a good addition. A new citizen. A new Scot. A refugee from the brutal reality of what England has become in 2018.

People up here have no clue of just how bad things are getting south of the border. They have no idea of how far the hospitals and schools have fallen. They have no sense of the brutal, hopeless bleakness.

You don't cycle 150 miles to put a roof over your head unless to really have to. 

This is why Bradley's modern day Odyssey is so iconic. It says much about England 2018. It also says much about Scotland 2018. Those in Westminster might see us as being on a par with Lincolnshire County Council. Well they are deluded on most things, so I guess there is little reason to feel surprised.

In reality, England and Scotland are drifting apart. London continues to deny Edinburgh any say on immigration. And they seem to think they have the whip hand. But they are missing what is going down in their blind spot. They might be able to lay down the law about migrants from the rest of the world, but there's not a thing they can do about internal migration.

And let's be clear about this, internal migration is a mighty big deal. Remember all the millions of freed slaves who left the cotton fields and headed north to power the steel mills of Pennsylvania. Look at the hundreds of millions of rural Chinese who had checked in their villages for the mega cities and thereby enabled their country to move up to number two in the economic league table.

The word of Scotland is spreading. We are becoming a beacon for people who hate what England is becoming. Many will be nurses and teachers and programmers. Others will merely be at the end of their tether.

Like Bradley.

And this is about to become something which is absolutely huge. For hundreds of years Scotland has been a place people have been forced to run away from. Well not any more.

Now we are the sanctuary. The shining city on the hill. A place far from the poisonous, festering nastiness of Farage and Rees Mogg and May and Johnson. 

We are the place which offers the kind of hope you ride a bike a hundred and fifty miles to get a piece of.

Failte gu Alba.

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29 comments:

  1. A beautiful story Mark, and thank you for sharing it....I’m sure Bradley will be embraced warmly, as anyone who chooses our country as their home should be. My heart goes out to him❤️

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  2. This story upset and cheered me in equal measure. I too hope Bradley stays and makes his life here and shows others how compassion still exists.

    It's so true how little people realise what the situation is down south. So many believe we are being subsidised by England, oh the irony!

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  3. My first thoughts, Mark, were "You are good". My second thoughts were "I am glad you are on our side".

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  4. Thanks for that Tony ..... I think!

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  5. I love your passion for Scotland. I also love your books. Great reads on current subjects. Terrible beauty my favourite. Now, can you get out there and spread your words to those Scots who don’t want to be independent. You have a great way with words. I hope Bradley stays and votes YES.

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  6. Cracking story; beautifully written.

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  7. Hopefully he'll vote for independence.

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  8. Marvellous story, Mark.

    Looks like Hilts got his bike over the fence after all! 😊

    On a serious note, it is good to see that Scotland offers hope in this way and those in my home country who see fit to habitually denigrate our attempts to make it a beacon for decency and humanity in a world being dragged to hell by the failing death cult of Neoliberalism, ought to read this piece and reflect at length.

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    1. Absolutely agree: This should be compulsory reading for all UK politicians!

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  9. I was born and raised in Lancashire, at a time when anyone who knocked on the door was made welcome. I am bitterly ashamed of what my homeland has become. I now live in Scotland, and desperately want us to break this damaged and corrupted union so that my homeland can once again be the friendly and welcoming place it used to be.

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  10. Powerful beautiful words Mark, you are a good person, a credit to Scotland, how lucky was Bradley to meet you. You are a beacon of light, in this dark satanic, uncaring cesspool that the UK has become. The sooner we are free of it the better. Thanks for sharing.

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  11. Thanks for sharing that Mark.

    I visit an 84 year old uncle in Bolton 4 or 5 times a year as he's on his own now & doesn't have any kids - a Scot who went south for work in 1958 & did very well for himself. I love him dearly, but we're at very opposite ends of the political spectrum.

    He's very much of the opinion that there's no such thing as poverty in the UK today; unsurprisingly his right wing newspaper of choice doesn't feature many stories like Bradley's.

    I think I'll share this with him :-)

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    1. Good luck with that, but worth the effort.

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  12. Nice "story", uplifting and very believable. I think you hit the spot with this story

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  13. Speechless in part horror at Bradley's story and at the sheer beauty of this post and all it conjures up on this, St Georges Day. I'm a very very proud Scot and I welcome all who wish to share in our values and life. I hope someone see's Bradley's potential and allows him to climb out of this hole he is in. Well done Mark. Moved me to tears.

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  14. Thank you for sharing this story, and kudos to Bradley for rising with his challenge. I knew I was lucky to live in Scotland, but this has helped me realize just how lucky.

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  15. Lovely, inspiring story.

    You do realise the Press will hate it, ably supported by Labour, Tory and Lib Dems in Scotland? For Labour Tory and Lib Dems, the only problem in Scotland is the SNP; once they're dealt with they can go back to being 'the opposition' and going through the motion of faux outrage whilst doing bugger-all but looking forward to ermine.

    It is absolutely disgusting that the Press, Labour and Lib Dems have more hatred of the SNP than they have for clear, callous and burgeoning injustice. What a perverted, self-serving scandal they have become.

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  16. In the late '60's as a young fitter I was sent down to my companies Stockport office to travel around the area overhauling pumps and compressors. I loved it. Locals were friendly and willing to help a young stranger setting out on his life journey. The further south I travelled the less friendly the natives seemed. As decades passed the north of England seemed to buy into materialism more and more, encouraged by blind politicians. This article gives me hope that most of the Scots have decided to go their own way. I will fight until I can fight no more to get the Independence we need to do it our way.

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  18. Clutha is quite correct IMO. We were different countries when I first came here in the early sixties. But we played football against each other annually. Now we don't even do that. We are growing apart in far more important ways though.

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    1. Good point Jock, the football home internationals were a great UK event. What a slap in the face for the English FA to declare, 'they're beneath us', and compare the rise of interest in the rugby 6 nations. The 'binding' of the nations of the U.K. has been neglected by Westminster for so long it has become obvious that the Scots, Welsh & NI, are of less importance to them until Indy threatens. Then they rush north, tears in their eyes about the break up. Too late, the seeds sown in the last few decades have made more & more of us convinced that we can to better.

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  19. I welcome English refugees, as we Scots welcome all refugees.
    I hope, when the referendum comes, they vote with clear minds, instead of voting for the idea of what used to be. I hope they help us who help them, not those who broke them and sent them to us to fix.

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  20. I'm so proud of Scotland. This story gives me little pleasure though, what is happening south of the border is heartbreaking. Saor Alba.

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  21. A moving narrative. It is shameful that the 5th richest economy in the world turns its back on its young people. I was heartened he found a safe sanctuary. I hope we treat him well and treat all of our young people with compassion and support. But Westminster is cutting the support tools available to us so it is vital we shed this disunited kingdom. The warmth of the comments is also to be commended, I can imagine how the red top press would report this story.

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  22. Thank you for this. An utter disgrace that the UKgov are leaving many, especially the young, on the scrap heap. Their aim, well probably to introduce national service. It's a known tactic, keep the people poor, starve them, and you have a ready army. People have to realise, that Scotland is as you say, on a different more positive and life affirming path. Working to improve lives, not stifle and not to cut the wings of young people, as the tories and labour are doing. It's heartbreaking to think of any young person, facing a life on the streets, and many stand by without a care. England celebrates a baby born into unimaginable wealth, while stepping over and even on the poor. It's just despicable. We need people in Scotland to see how bad things in England already are, for the poor, vulnerable, sick, and disabled. We also need people coming to live in Scotland, to realise how much better it is and will continue to be if we vote for independence. I see many young people at a group for artists, who have recently come to live in Scotland, but they have no idea about why it is a more open, forward looking, life affirming country than the one they just left. So, next time I see them I will let them know why, and encourage them to read a bit about Scotland's past, and to wathc films, like the 'Cheviot, the Stag and the Black Black oil', so that they can understand better where Scotland is coming from and where it needs to go. Over the cliff with England is definitely not an option.

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  23. I came to Scotland from England. I am profoundly deaf and have a very low income. Life in Scotland is more compassionate and inclusive. Thank you for sharing this.

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