During that visit, my mum brought out the monstrosity that is Concorde Peach Wine and showed Harriet the hostess trolly, proudly telling her that we were the first house on the estate to get one. While my dad went to the pub, which he did every Sunday lunchtime with the same religiosity as others attended church, mum had cooked the dinner by 8am, vegetables and all, and it would sit festering in the trolly, perched by the fake stone fireplace adorned with ornaments, further cooking the overcooked offerings.
I recall Harriet buying a very nice bottle of Chablis, into which my mum poured a good slug of diet lemonade.
Pretty much everything from food to what TV you watch gives your class background away. I often play the “salad game” with new acquaintances. Middle-class kids will have had croutons and olives in theirs, working-class ones will tell you about pickled beetroot and a slice of gala pie. Then there is the issue of dinner time – 5pm “teatime” for the commoners, “dinner” for the middle class, and “supper” for the super posh. Meanwhile middle-class households hide the TV like it’s a dirty secret, and only put it on to watch something educational, whereas our family telly was almost on fire by the time we went to bed.
Blakeley’s comments were posted during a discussion about the desertion of “Red Wall” voters from the Labour party. She followed up her post, which had attracted a lot of derision and anger, with: “Clearly, I’m not working class. Clearly, my education and upbringing are what allowed me to reach the position I’m in now. But these things don’t *define* my class position, my relationship to the production process does.”
Blakeley is but one in a long line of super-posh leftists who lecture the proletariat on the class system. For example, public school educated journalist Shon Faye who bragged about working at a call centre while a student before being sacked for smoking. She wrote an article entitled “The fight for trans equality must be recognised as a class struggle”, which would be met by anyone on the council estate where my family live with wide-eyed astonishment or derision.
Despite what the privileged kids of journalism might think, a working-class woman in a call centre, trying to raise a couple of kids and having to negotiate with her manager about time off when her childcare lets her down, might have a different experience than a posh young MA student who is “forced” to take a job in a call centre because daddy has pulled the plug on the monthly allowance. Working-class mothers cannot afford to put a foot wrong, which often leads to them being targeted by sexual harassment and unfair treatment. It is not a game or an “experience” for them; there is no way out.
“Class is a social relationship rooted in production,” tweeted Blakeley in response to criticism to her first post. “Either you own resources critical for the production process, or you sell your labour power to those who do. If the latter, you’re either a professional with some autonomy and some assets, or a worker with little of both.”
This analysis seems to emanate directly from the writings of Karl Marx, but it lacks credibility in a post-industrial society and completely fails to grasp the British class system, which has created significant cultural distinctions depending on where your family come from and how you were raised.
My working-class roots have never really left me, in fact they still have an impact on my life, despite having left the Darlington council estate more than four decades ago. I have been assumed to be an administrator by a male interviewee whilst heading up a major research project; I’ve been asked by an academic whether I would ever “consider doing a degree” in response to me telling her I attended a sink school; I’ve been laughed at when I have no idea of key historical facts that most would take for granted. It’s not the greatest injustice in the world – but the idea that education and upbringing does not define a person’s class is ludicrous.
For Blakeley to say, “Class has nothing to do with: your accent — where you live — where you grew up — what your parents do — where you went to school,” is the epitome of middle-class ignorance. If we need to look anywhere as to why Labour is losing so many working-class voters, this mindset is not a bad place to start.
What we are seeing now is a version of the strange colonisation of working class life that we saw in the 1970s, when Oxbridge educated students joined a version of the Socialist Society and ended up interloping as factory workers post-graduation in order to identify as one of the “workers”.
When I first heard this I thought about my dad, coming home after a gruelling shift at the mill, working in 100-degree heat, often with injuries sustained from being hit by bits of screaming hot metal. I wondered what he would have made of some plummy-voiced rich kid raising his fist in solidarity, masquerading as one of them.
Class disadvantage is not a costume that can ever be really discarded, and nor is it one that the poshies can put on to score points. In the meantime, in my nice middle-class household, the arguments rage between Harriet and me as to whether to watch Gavin and Stacey or some worthy, intellectual sub-titled documentary. In such arguments, “common as muck” sounds like a badge of honour.
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SubscribeThis account of your life, Julie, mirrors my own very much, although both my parents were split up and unemployed. I grew up on a British council estate and while I hated it at the time, I’m now grateful for the experience. There were evil people living on that estate, but there were also good people who had your back – displaying a loyalty that I thought long since gone from the world until I emigrated to the American South and rediscovered it here. Living on that council estate and working in dingy pubs and dive bars has taught me more about the real world than all my college degrees combined. I can no longer consider myself working class, I suppose, but I’ve always tried my best to hold on to my roots. Just from typing this post, I realize my shabby upbringing has shaped my political views more so than has my education.
I am astonished that most of the participants in this discussion don’t seem to understand that there is a difference between class as a category of political or economic function, and class as a social category based on ancestry and culture. Sure, there is some overlap, but generally speaking they’re very different concepts.
Absolutely!
Yes absolutely.
Cheryl ,were you echoing Susannah Baring Tait out of social diffidence
The contemporary Left try to hold onto the economic concept of class, while denying that working-class cultures exist largely because these cultures disgust them.
I think class is about perception of society not political or economic function. The attitude of old money to new money seems to say that.
In the UK class means social class – which derives largely from parental ‘economic function’, ie is a mix of economic & ancestry elements.
There is a lot of Good in the USA Deep South – notice they were the only part of USA with no BLM rioting? Because the people get along, because there is more tolerance and understanding between the people. I settled here after living all over, and ‘living is easy’, as Gershwin said. ‘ The Song ‘Summer Time, from ‘Porgy and Bess’, likely now proscribed by the middle class liberals who despise anyone with callused hands – being a tradesman I know almost all construction workers, truck drivers, farmers, and so on are Republicans – Trump voters. Biden voters have soft hands like a baby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7-Qa92Rzbk
You mean the places where the stats for surviving childbirth are lower than that of any other “first world” nation?
Yes, it’s interesting that racial unrest is primarily found in blue states in the US. In the south, you generally find people, working and getting along with their neighbors better than in blue states and cities. Less segregation as well. With all the people and companies moving to the south, people are finding a more peaceful way of life. Oracle just announced a move to Nashville, TN bringing 8500 jobs with it.
These people need to have Pulp’s Common People played in their ears on loop until they get it.
You took the words out of my mouth. Musical genius.
The lack of awareness and empathy demonstrated by these pseuds is astonishing. I’ll add another line:
Beat me to it
Nothing changes eh?
Mind you, Jarvis did it without making himself the centre of attention or the victim – unlike this piece. Oh and better, way better.
But people like Grace will never understand. They never do.
The “salad game”, that’s great. Salad for us as kids meant iceberg lettuce with a tomato or two and a hard-boiled egg, all slathered in as much Heinz salad cream as possible. What does that say about my background?
I know the feeling. I was nodding along to this until Julie mentioned having beetroot on salad. Salad?? Beetroot?? And she calls herself working class…
Maybe you’re familiar with this:
“Mum, what’s for afters?”
“Windmill pudding. If it goes round, you get some.”
I think the term afters might be a signifier of a recent working class back ground.
My parents were – but they managed to make the step up so that we grew up as comfortable middle class kids. But we still said “afters” and “breakfast, dinner and tea” (or maybe that’s just a Northern thing).
My background is similar but from the East Midlands. Definitely breakfast, dinner and tea.
My folks are from Derbyshire, I’ve picked up a lot of speech patterns from them. Like calling an alleyway a “jitty” for example. In Yorkshire, they’re ginnels or snickets (which I also use).
“Drangs” in Somerset.
Does anyone know the Northumbrian one – Lonnon. I’ve never heard it anywhere else and assumed it meant lane. A friend used to say she was “tappy lappy down the lonnen” which usually meant too much to drink.
Yes Jay, lonnen/lonnon is used identically in Cumbria too, especially on the industrialised west coast where I grew up as “working class”. Reading the article and all of the comments here my thoughts are drawn to the issue of identity. Nobody defines my identity other than myself, despite now being highly educated, wealthily retired and living in the leafy Cotswolds, I am a working class Cumbrian.
Sorry about the nxq stuff Jay, no idea what that is?
Asa marra
hadn’t heard of ‘lonnen’ but definitely ‘snicket’ and tappy lappy’. I’m a lass from Gateshead, Co Durham (grew up there in 50s and 60s). I resonate with all the comments about meal times. Emigrated to London in the 60s but have always carried my inner Tyneside working class identity within my overlaid acquired middle-middle class culture & occupation. It was a long new learning process to acquire familiarity with that style of life.
‘Down the entrance’ in Coventry
Uptown,whereas in london &south Downtown..
….and down the gulley in the South Wales Valleys.
A ‘cut’ in the two-up two down tin bath outside bog Hampshire Railway town I grew up in, very much working class, father was a card carrying communist like many ex-soldiers who saw the waste of working class lives the upper class Ruperts caused during WW2.
We used to ask if we were having dinner for tea when we moved class and started to have the main meal at 6pm instead of 1pm, but we always called pudding , pudding. My parents called the toilet the lavatory referring to outside ones , we called our indoor one the loo , but lavatory for the outdoor one which stood in the playground-so Nancy Mitford U & Non U would have got a bit confused. I remember looking at a census and saying that we had moved up quite a few letters. However even in a left-wing profession like teaching we were mainly friends with working class made good. The ‘to the manner born’ were a separate lot.
As I’ve always understood it, your “dinner” is your main meal of the day, whether you take it at 1.pm or 8.pm. Hence the ubiquity of “Christmas Dinner”.
That’s my understanding too – but then, as an American, I don’t know that it’s relevant to a discussion of the English class system. For what ever it’s worth, we use both “lunch” and “supper” as meals had at particular times of day.
We always had our main meal at midday-school or home. When we became embourgeoisement we entered the world of dinner parties (with wine!). A world we had only seen previously on television for example I don’t think anyone when I was a child invited other adults ( outside their own family) round for a meal, apart from parties.
On weekdays we always had tea with bread , jam and cake at about 4 pm and that was our (children’s ) day’s food. My father got supper when he came home from work. Having dinner in the evening -dinner for tea- meant we all ate together.
Not all working class kids had breakfast, dinner, and tea, some just had the one bag of chips while sitting on a pavement, and that covered all that days meals.
McDonalds these days
If at least 70 years of use of the term afters among my working class family qualifies as ‘recent’. I didn’t know anyone who called it anything else till I went to school
Unless you’re on my side of the pond in which case you would have no idea what people are talking about when they say “afters”. But from context, I think it means dessert.
My mum would do extra Yorkshire puddings – we would have them with golden syrup after the mains – summer it was tinned fruit salad in syrup and evap milk
We had bananas in custard (that had been cooled and set in the fridge), Ambrosia rice pudding and bread & butter pudding with Lyle’s Golden Syrup. Divine – I could eat all of those right now.
You had a fridge? Social climber!
We were the only ones in the street with a fridge. You used to get a knock on the door, be handed a bowl of wobbly jelly, to be collected later for the party.
Four Yorkshiremen from At Last 1948 show springs to mind,updated by Monty python
Ambrosia rice pudding? Christ no, mum boiled up rice pud from basic constituents, hated it. I’d rather have a cheese and marmalade sarnie.
Now I still love tinned fruit and evaporated milk but I especially love it with a slice of brown bread and butter to make sure I have finished it all !
I am enormously posh, but I used to love Yorkshire Pud with Golden Syrup, and nag my mother for it constantly. Does that change my class? Well, I would pay that price if so….
We had ours for starters on their own with gravy , then the main course followed by pudding. I think there maybe a bylaw against allowing your Yorkshire puddings to be eaten your way.
Why is it that English working class food is so simplistic ? and even posh daily grub ? I can understand the nostalgia for it, but it isn’t overall attractive or healthy food.
Working class french or Italians, north African, Asian or whoever have had thoughtful classy tasty real cuisine not simplistic food…those with little money still eat tasty healthy cooking.
Eg. Italian has a pasta industry with dozens of succulent pasta types…so for supper or tea (whichever word you are attached to) a specialist pasta with home made tomato sauce…is delicious but cheap ! Tinned meat pie with mash …mushy peas…packet comfort food ! Why ? How ?
Nostalgia for our recent historic grub is understandable but it’s embarrassing !
Actually I grew up eating very good food-meat or fish with home grown veg. British people preferred their food plain & not ‘messed about’. Convenience food didn’t become available until 1970’s-until then it was fish & chips
Well this comment is classist in the extreme!
You also underestimate how long it took exotic ingredients to get to the working classes. Where were we supposed to find all these ingredients and recipes? We didn’t go skiing in the winter, or to Italy or France in the summer. I never saw a clove of garlic until 1976. I made my first “foreign” recipe, chilli con carne from a recipe on the back of a tin of kidney beans at a friends flat.
The only processed food in our house was tins of tomatoes and soup. baked beans and frozen peas. Everything was made from scratch, using fresh ingredients, either from the garden, or from the twice a week market. Tinned meat pie?? not in our house – too expensive. Instead my mum cooked the cheapest stewing beef in the pressure cooker, making a rich brown gravy and topped it with a thick crust of homemade shortcrust pastry and served it with buttery mashed potatoes and cabbage or beans picked from the garden 10 minutes previously, and cooked until bright green. Delicious home made food well cooked should not be sneered at.
I see a lot of old British favourites like bread and butter pudding, are making a comeback but I think Nigella makes hers with brioche, not the ends of a loaf…..
That’s mild… in our house .. same question … ‘ hanky stew’.
My sister definitely considers herself middle class, and keeps putting pickled beetroot in my salad!
Queue ..month python the Yorkshiremen sketch… eee… we were evicted from our hole in the road
That’s the first thing that I thought of when I read the article.
I have to say, no self respecting working class mother, (dads didn’t do meals) would never have put beetroot in a salad!
pickled beetroot from a jar.
It counts as working class if it is pickled beetroot from a jar, but not artisan candied beetroot from Waitrose.
Pickled, out of a jar… the crinkly cut stuff was posh ;0)
That sounds like a solid mid to upper working class salad. You can tell you’re not lower-working-class, they don’t eat salad. >:)
They do because they grew their own, usually on an allotment , though usually radish with salad and celery in its own ‘vase’ for some reason.
You had celery in a vase too!!! Dear God I thought we were the only ones. The “vase” was a beer glass in our house.
I was thinking more recently/currently.
Yes, in the US blue-collar workers are said to scoff at “rabbit food”.
My working class family often ate salad in the summer. Cucumber, lettuce, chopped tomatoes and salad cream with chopped boiled eggs.This was in the 70s and 80s.
Actually Katharine, it says more about your age. I had that too and we were hard up but definitely middle class..no olives or croutons in sight ! Some folk don’t understand that distinction, it is very much a British thing. It may be on the way out , with the influx of many folk from the third world, where wealth and class come to same thing, Marx never understood that either. .
Sadly , there was a very great deal that Marx didn’t understand.
And in the US of A too I think.
I play the ‘what do you call your meals’ game as well. Its Breakfast, Dinner (sometimes lunch if its sarnies or a packup) and Tea. And yep, salad was lettuce, bit of cucumber and tomato. If I was on a visit to my Nans they might be homegrown in my grandads greenhouse at the end of the garden. Made me realise I rarely hear people say ‘afters’ now, I still use it occasionally but get these weird looks from the other people in my house. My parents made the step up in the eighties to liberal left wing middle class, having both benefited from the 11+ system and been able to access good quality education despite being from working class (steel and railways) families, but my childhood was poor to start withuntil Mam got a job as a teacher. I went to a sink comp in the north because my parents despite being by then comfortably middle class. I remember loathing it, and hating them for that decision which was taken because they felt they should put the political ideology of ‘equal education for all’ above the personal and practical aspects of sending their kids to the local failing comp instead of the secondary in the nearby town with other teachers kids. I was neither one thing or another, my dad still claimed working class roots and all the rest of my family was working class, (cousins etc) but my parents gradually moved further and further away from that themselves. I didn’t fit in with the small portion of ‘posher’ kids from the nice villages, but my parents insistence on me ‘speaking properly’ set me aside from the kids in my own village. I’ve drifted uneasily between the classes ever since. I’m aware that my own degree (achieved part-time whilst working) and job make me middle class. On the other hand I also live on a council estate and work in frontline (low paid) healthcare which I guess in today’s britain makes me working class. I do find it harder and harder to mix with certain people however, and feel like shaking them in their comfortable assumptions. I think class is incredibly complex in Britain, job, income, education all play a part. But you are most certainly not working class if you’ve never had to stare at a broken washing machine with a crying two year old and wonder if you can afford to fix it this month, if you’ve never had to get up at stupid o’ clock to trek out on public transport to your low paid, zero hours or physical labouring job, if your biggest worry for your kids is whether they get a gap year this year (anyone else see that incredibly smug guardian article) and you honestly know deep down that if you lost your job you’d be OK really, because you have a nice big house/savings or family with houses/ rooms to spare.
I realized my parents were getting a bit Hyacinth Bucket when they started to refer to currant teacake as Sally Lunn?
Same as mine. Can you still get salad cream? I fancy a fob on my baby spinach, rocket and pine nuts.
Don!
Eek, dob! Damn autocorrect.
What is “rocket” in this context?
some fancy sort of lettuce — at least it is over here
I don’t know, to be honest: I don’t live in Britain anymore. But I feel like a dollop of salad cream now too!
This is so funny. I grew up in post war rationing so my mother could no longer whip up homemade mayonnaise; thus, Heinz salad cream it was. And i loved it! (I can still hear my father questioning if I’d like a little salad on my salad cream!) I live in the tropics, but only yesterday I suddenly, out of nowhere, thought of Heinz salad cream and then wanted some. I wondered, as a poster above does, if it is still produced.
Heinz stopped production for a while (90s at a guess) but it was brought back due to popular demand. Mum (who was never a ‘cook’ in any sense) used to mix it with chopped hard-boiled egg-yolks and grated cheddar, and spoon the gloop into the hard-boiled yolk cases. It was the core of her egg salad which I loved as a kid. And so did my mate – whose mum was practically cordon bleu.
Oh yes!
You would be working class if you had Heinz baked beans with it
Tomato ketchup sandwiches?
Oh no! Really? That’s a thing? Now, Marmite sarnies….they’re lovely.
Oh, i still have those. In fact, a friend brought out a new pot of Marmite for me last month. At boarding school, we would lather it on fried bread. Delicious!
what would you be if the beans were made from scratch and that was the whole meal of a Saturday with a bit of bread and butter?
Oh boy – growing up in ireland in the 70s meant never eating salad. It was meat and two veg for dinner (1pm) and rashers and sausages for your tea.
Never had rice or pasta until I was about 17
You parents shopped for food in M&S? Very middle class. Oh actually they have sliced potato as well
The title of being ‘working class’, seems to be changing within the far left. Their version is very much based in Marxisim, as Julie points out, but the traditional British left of Attlee etc did not come from the school of Marx (or very few did), it was a very much a British take on socialism. This has changed over the last few decades, and the root of this change orginates from Blair, and his middle class version of Labour. His biggest mistake (or one of many big mistakes!) Was his mantra ‘ Education, education, education’, which taken on its own is not a bad thing. However, in practice this led to nearly every school leaver wanting to attend university. The outcome was a mass of university graduates who were/are over educated and under employed. Hence you get the Middle class university grad upset they are not a CEO and are working in a call centre which has led us to the situation we now face, with the rise of the Middle Class Marxist. I do believe class has many different attributes, but one thing to keep in mind is that wealth can be easily lost through generations, and so the question arises, is a skint duchess working class?? I think not.
I think the biggest mistake was not pumping up the polytechnics, as they were known then, designing the highest quality possible, vocational certificates and diploma courses. Forget re-branding them all ‘universities’. It was ‘social engineering’ in the wrong direction. We have our rotten public school/old boy network to thank for that, the perception that an academic degree is the ‘gold standard’. This argument is as old as the hills.
Very true. I know this wouldn’t happen over night, but we also need to re-industrializie, which would help matters hugely, and with what has happened recently with the worldwide scramble for PPE, the government may be waking up to this notion. Well, I live in hope anyway.
Absolutely.
How do you re-industrialise with the environmentalists watching you? Perhaps the fabled Green Jobs?
We still need products to be produced, it doesn’t mean we have to return to coal mining and the traditional industries. We need innovation, not a return to 19th century industry.
In short, putting some thought into it. It’s a dumb bird that fouls its nest.
Indeed, we also need to wake up to the fact thst China being the workshop of the world is not a good thing. To put mildly.
It may be good for the Chinese. ‘Rise quietly’, they say.
Yes, it has been a ‘quiet rise’ until the pandemic. I think the rest of the world has woken up a bit now. It will also be interesting moving forward with the green agenda. China seems to sign up to all the agreements, and then just ignore them. I have heard they pollute more than all the major Western industrial countries put together. This is one of many areas where Trump went ‘wrong’ (depending on your morals??). He was too honest about his intent.
I recall in 2012 telling people, we should be making ‘Stuff’ ourselves not buying from the Chinese. they make us everything including Covid.
I agree with you 100% except for the fact we produce probably the most expensive Electricity in Europe. Many Investment trusts investing in alternative energy offer yields of 5-8%. Yes there is plenty of money to be made in this well inflated commodity.
High value, for example Swiss watches. Consider worth of product over weigth. Swiss watch, weight say 100 grammes, worth £20K. Car weigth 1T, worth £20K.
Fraction of cost due to energy, land, raw materials minimal for Swiss watch, high for car.
Look at value of 1 hours labour for someone making a satellite, Swiss watch, top level furniture, jewellery etc or making a basic car.
OK. Not a problem them. Does this mean we get to vote in Swiss referendums?
Unfortunately for many in government, PPE stands for Politics, Philosophy and Economics, the political hack’s degree of choice at Oxford, which every university-educated PM since before the Second World War has attended, with the exception of Gordon Brown.
Prior to 1960s, people could leave school at 16 or younger to take up apprenticeships or clerkships. They when went to night school to study academic subjects relevant to their career. Degrees were offered by U of London. The Insts of Engineering offered courses leading to exams, Pt1 HND , Pt2, Degree level which were required to become Chartered. Degree level exams were offered in Law, Accountancy, Banking , Insurance and Surveying, Physics and Chemistry . Education was related to local indusry. Arts/Humanities degree were not offered.
Proof of success – Barnes Wallis Wellington , Bouncing Bomb, Camm- Hurricane, Mitchell – Spitfire, Chadwick- Lancaster, De Havilland – Mosquito. These left men grammar/public school at 16 years of age to take up apprenticeships.
From 1960s evening classs stopped and arts degree started. This meant a craftsmen could not study for degree for degree level exams at night school . Craftsmen had to leave work for 3 years to obtain degree. This meant a craftsmen could not enter professional middle classes. It was said that Pt2 exam of the Inst of Mech’ Eng was tougher than any degree.
From the 1960s, education has been dominated by left wing middle class public sector arts graduates who have a contemopt for trade and technology. The evening school/poly route which enabled those in work in to enter the professional middle classes was closed down by left wing middle class. If we had kept a the poly focused on the evening education of technical subjects,developed with Collges of Advanced Technology and copying Fraunhofer Institutes with Swiss Technical training in schools from the age of 11 years , the UK would be ina better position.
The massive inrease in arts degrees post 1960s has taken money away from producing crafstmen, technicians applied scientists needed for advanced manufacturing producing high value goods.
Switzerland has a high cost of living but can afford to produce watches because they are of very high value.
Thank you for that, Charles.
I remember reading this in the mid 80s 9780140226621: English Culture And the Decline of the Industrial Spirit 1850-1980 (Pelican S.) – AbeBooks – Wiener, Martin J.: 0140226621
The Independent newspaper also regularly featured pieces on how the German system of vocational education and training was so superior.
Thank you, not as good as Swiss. Swiss friends have noticed decline in German Railways
I picked up on some of a sequence of letters in the Guardian last week/early this week concerning the value of art/history degrees compared with vocational. One of the correspondents stated that because of the way they were taught history degrees should be considered as “multi-vocational”. I was appalled.
I think the educational systems of at least the English-speaking world have been strongly affected by popular demand for entrée to white-collar professional-managerial jobs. I don’t know why this is thought to be a plot by “left wing middle class public sector arts graduates who have a contempt for trade and technology” since it is generally spread throughout the population and does not seem to be produced ideologically. Possibly there has been a successful advertising or propaganda effort on the part of universities to, basically, sell their product (credentials) but deeper investigation is needed. There is also the problem of deindustrialization which I think was invented by capitalists looking for cheap labor, not the aforesaid left-wing middle class public sector arts graduates.
Look at increase in number arts degrees at polys, universities such as Kent, Sussex, York, Essex, etc. No of arts degrees post 1967 compared to number of applied science and engineering degrees. In Switzerland small number of arts degrees large numbers of applied science /engineering, hence ETH Zurich
What I’m saying is that the push toward white-collar bureaucratic jobs is widespread in the population, along with a belief in the magic of credentials, usually a college degree.
No, it was technology moving from low to middle to high and industrial development in what were Third World Countries. Look at how German industry bounced from 1948 to 1963, Japan from 1950 to 1975, and China post early1990s.
Germany moved out of low and middle tech by mid 1990s. Switzerland has only operated in advanced/high tech manufacture as living standards make low and medium tech unprofitable. Read Dyson Report on Innovation.
One could not outsource Swiss watch industry because no other country has skills. American car industry has been outsourced because it is low tech compared to Germany who have built factories in Slovakia. If one takes Switzerland as centre, where there is German speaking population and or influence in any of surrounding countries there has been a tradition of high quality metal work since the Middle Ages, Milan- armour.Craftsmanship is cultural; the desire to produce perfect objects; to continually improve, to aquire a vast range of facts and skills over years if not decades, to work to tolerances of 0.01mm, to never be satisfied. Those who have slap dash, near enough is good enough, could not care less attitude, who are lazy, not consistant, can never be trained to be craftsmen.
China is a curious case, since their science and technology seem to have been well ahead of the West until our late Middle Ages — and then just ground to a halt. Now they’re grinding ahead again….
Joseph Needham asked that question and the same can be said for Moghul Empire.
A Toynbee said the creative leaders lose their creativity and Parkinson said over large state needing too high taxation saps people will , e.g Roman, Moghul and Chinese post 1500 AD.
As they say in Australia, “tradies get the ladies” and the rest of the Anglosphere would benefit from this meme.
Love that comment Charles.
I don’t think the modern graduates are ‘over educated’, as you put it, so much as educated in many instances in pretty useless disciplines. The great error of the drive to send half the cohort to tertiary education, was that no one paid any attention to steering the students into more economically fruitful areas of enquiry. More STEM and fewer soft arts graduates are needed.
Agreed, re useless areas of study and qualifications. Was David Beckham studies a myth?? However, there is also a case of ‘Too many chiefs, and not enough indians’.
Indeed. The currency of the degree was debased by Blair’s policy. Now every semi literate comic reader has been to ‘uni’.
It was a carefully calculated move, keeps them off the dole queue and loads them with a debt, those from the ‘right’ background will go the the better ‘endowed’ Uni’s and probably pay their fee’s directly, the rest will take on the crippling loans that will keep them in their place…
Arts and ‘umanities s-TOO-DENSE/graduates are also very useful cannon fodder for the left, already edumacated they won’t question further indoctrination, they positively welcome it. Universities love the easy money they represent, STEM labs cost more than the annual fee each STEM student pays to run, so the profit from ‘bums on seats’ is essential without proper governmental funding.
I like that Thomas, “…is a skint duchess working class??”
Hehe 😉
And, of course, universal university education kept the unemployment figures artificially low which suited the Blair administration.
That was funny and spot on. I became middle- class via education and teaching but “you can take him out of the working-class but you can’t take the working-class out of him”! We still have breakfast, dinner and tea. We voted for Brexit. We like Wetherspoons’ full-English. Working-class is definitely a mindset especially with conversation which is not littered with false laughs.
Wetherspoons Full English is astoundingly good value, if you like to gamble with Death in that particular way… I am a gambler, so I am always up for it
When people acquire the ability to make choices they do so overwhelmingly in a way that particular interest groups find destructive to a particular “collective vision”. Those interest groups want to recapture the power to dragoon people into the service of their agendas.
Julie seems to argue that her Feminism and homosexuality are liberating for society. However, we see that they are central to the agenda of these interest groups who increasingly using the force of law impose their “collective vision” upon is, by controlling what we learn, read, think and say.
The loss of the red wall, is symptomatic of the working class realising that they are being played, managed and controlled. In most ways with far worse outcomes for families and communities than was present 100 years ago.
It’s nice to know where you come from but “class-consciousness” is a prison that the elites would like to keep us in.
You were lucky. There was 15 of us living in a shoebox int middle of t’ Road eating nothing but a handful of cold gravel, and when our dad got home he’d beat us to death with a broken bottle. And you know what? Tell a guardian reader that nowadays and they won’t believe you.
My thoughts, exactly.
I suppose one of the joys of free speech is that we have to let you be a patronising git. It was funny when Monty Python did it but less so now
It wasn’t meant to be patronising, but there’s definitely a dose of “4 Yorkshiremen” about this article and most of the comments beneath it (including mine). I think we are all having fun reminiscing about how unprivileged our childhoods were and taking pride in overcoming them. And monty python is always quotable.
Exactly!
I bet you were one of the snobs with a luxury shoebox filled with real straw…
We used to DREAM of having straw, we used to have to lie on a bed of rusty nails
Rusty nails? Luxury.
We used to lie on broken glass….
Python is still funny, so is Till death us do part, Love thy neighbour and all the stuff on the box frowned upon these days
Luxury….
I struggle with this one. There is working class and from the article I must be working class. But when I go to Tescos I see many sub-working class people.
The drive to make everybody equal by means of state aid has created something else which can’t be called working class.
I know what you mean. I grew up working class, but got a good education and a good job and don’t know if I still am. My dad was a delivery driver all his life and never read a book as far as I can remember. He’d get up at 4 in the morning and wouldn’t get home till 7, and I never heard him complain once. My brother is much the same as him now. We had pretty much the same upbringing that Julie describes… But there are people around today who are probably labelled as “working class” who’ve never worked a day in their life and have no wish to. I wouldn’t put them in the same class as my family.
There were and probably still are lots of gradations of working class. When my father saw a BBC drama about ‘his’ class he was roaring with laughter.
“Underclass”
The underclass always existed. but there were fewer of them. I’m an ex-miner and everyone I knew despised anyone on the dole. Not sure what class l am now though. Every aspect of my life except where I was born and what I started out doing would have me as middle class.
I think you get to the issue with that comment. My maternal grandfather was a typical Victorian who support the Labour Party and hated Churchill. He never discussed politics with me of course and now I have means to find out what he really wanted from the Labour Party. I hope it was to have a secure, better paid job that allowed him to support his family without state handouts. I don’t know what he would think if he could see what has happened through increasing state dependency created by all politicians.
These are the inevitable products of our educational, welfare, and judicial systems. Globalization and mass imagration are also parlty to blame.
There are really nice working class,middle class and “upper” but there are also shits in all classes.
I remember my working class childhood in the 1970’s. It was tough but not a bad experience over all. My point is…
I never felt I was a victim.
I never felt I was in any “class”.
Education was there for all as a way up. Grammar schools still existed in numbers for brighter pupils (not me).
The community in our street was close, friendly and helpful. Every door was open.
There was a sense of pride in our country even at the top.
There was nothing to keep us indoors and we played in the street and wondered far from home.
You would see a doctor within 24 hours of making an appointment.
Over the last 50-60 years the establishment has sold us out and we have let them do it. We deserve what’s coming. What we have now is…
So many “victims”….because they’re told they are victims!
People trying to be working class…. And failing, badly.
A good education for the lucky or wealthy. Education is now propaganda.
Decreasing sense of community.
No pride in our country from the people who control it.
Children being kept indoors and missing out on the “university of life” and becoming “street-wise”.
No chance of seeing a doctor anytime soon.
There’s no going back……we are in trouble!
BULLSEYE!
All very selective, eg., “… see a doctor within 24 hours of making an appointment.” How would you make an appointment when you did not have a phone? … (Land lines only 50-60 years ago.) To see your GP you turned up and waited in the queue. The doctor worked long hours. Now we all have mobile phone and doctors have a work life balance. Not enough doctors … increase taxes. Now how to do that could be a real class divide.
We used things called phone boxes. Do you remember them? Red in colour with a slight smell of stale urine. Sometimes they were vandalised, sometimes they worked.
Excellent article Julie. I have a friend who presents himself very much like Grace Blakeley, and he similarly infuriates me (a genuine nice guy though, but I’ll keep well out his way when the revolution comes). He is another acolyte of Marx and, like all Marx fans, it is imperative for him that he sells himself on being a prole – to do otherwise would make him the communist version of a Satanist (do they exist? Marxists who thrive in their role as the bourgeoisie?). However, this beloved self-identification of being a prole, as we can see with Grace, always ties itself up with other modern, fashionable identities, and it becomes impossible for them to disentangle ideas, and it then follows that every ethical stance they hold gets tangled up with ‘being a good prole’. So we see trans-issues becoming a class war, or we see race-issues becoming a class war, and if any actual Chablis & diet lemonade working class ever spoke against this, they are no longer a prole worth listening to . . . and then, always, the next step is talk of their ‘re-education’
At which point the Chablis & diet lemonades say ‘Screw you snobs, I’m voting Tory’. And Grace and my mate shrug, and get on with unaffected lives
Before the internet came along so you could check actors and writers used to say they were working class-especially if they came from the north. One turned out to be the child of a judge who was privately educated at a school with guaranteed places at Oxbridge. Its a bit like Bounderby in Hard Times who I think might be the inspiration for the 4 Yorkshiremen.
Your life is the same as that of my husband and myself except we never made it to university, it was never an option for people like us. Despite this and working on barely above minimum wage for our whole working lives, we managed to send our children to private school, buy a nice house (even with interest rates at 16%) and save for our retirement. We are labelled as white privileged and the generation that stole the lives of the children of today, it infuriates us. The reason we did so well was because we went without, no big white wedding, no honeymoon or holidays for many years, no carpets in our house for the first two years and second hand furniture. Maybe if people were willing to go without as we did they too could be where we are now. We were too busy getting by to become victims.
Yes Dawn,austerity was normal,I mean the secondhand furniture,no holidays kind.Its very hurtful to be told by your children that you stole from them.
The problem is not being told by the children but the children being told by the left leaning media. My maternal grandparents were my political education. He voted labour, she voted Conservative. I used to walk to the polling station and listen to them each tell the other they’d spoiled their vote. It all ended amicably but It made me think my vote should be worth something so I’ve always been quite serious about it.
I was lucky enough to be one of the Grammar School lot. Later I realised it was my left leaning friends: all educated like me, who were determinded to get rid of Grammar Schools but had no idea how to make what was left good enough.
So my lifelong view is “don’t throw stuff out for polital reasons if you have no idea what and how you’ll replace it with something better”
The concept of “doing without” is as foreign to young people as the rotary phone. We didn’t see it as a hardship; it seemed quite natural. You worked your way up until those items fit the budget.
There was no credit back then. So one saved up for what one really wanted, then cherished it. Or decided on something else when the time came.
Too right. We now have a constantly repeated agenda (thank you, David Willetts) of the ‘baby boomer’ generation being stereotyped as a homogenous mass, all of whom supposedly benefited from free university education, mortgage tax relief, gold-plated pensions etc., thus ‘stealing their children’s future’. No-one ever acknowledges the 90%+ of school leavers who did not go to university and had to work and save hard to climb the ladder. And many of those who did have higher education had to do similarly if they started out with no family money behind them.
Grace Blakeley the moet Marxist would not know a working class person unless she gets a delivery from Waitrose.
I am a caretaker who lives in a council flat so I am working class or at least a line in a Beatles song.
Grace Blakeley, ash Sarkar and the rest of Novara media are everything that is wrong with the labour party and the left in general, snobs and pretend revolutionaries who will never struggle because they are rich and privileged
Every day’s an education! I had always assumed I called the 5-6pm meal teatime because I was a yorkshireman living in Scotland. I now discover it’s my background. Yes I do remember the outside toilet which became the concrete base for a sandpit after my (late) dad built an indoor bathroom AND central heating himself. No B&Q back then No M62, he travelled in a Ford Popular from West Yorkshire to Lancashire to pick up the materials.
Having been degree educated and living in a warm house with an inside toilet it never crossed my mind what my class was, always assume middle class. I was a Labour voter all my life. My parents were very active Labour supporters. I often came home from playing out and the front room had a “meeting” with the local MP David Ginsburgh in his usual pose….very slumped, practically horizontal in the armchair.
Given my background and location am I Labour voter? I would like to say yes but all I see is an intellectual uni educated left who seem to believe that they know whats best “for the working population”. If anyone questions that narrative they MUST be silenced (censored) or ignored.
So here I am in this manufactured Covid crisis being labelled a right wing conspiracist because of what and where I read ALL THE NEWS and for NOT listening to the insanely woke uni educated leftists.Thank god I’m not alone and watch Russell Brand and realise politics is no longer left-right it’s about de-centralisation and individual liberty.
Traditional politics is dead and we desperately need an alternative and damn quick before the banks crash the economy and certain highly dystopian “solutions” are forced upon us.
I’m from the right politically, but I agree completely. The coronavirus “pandemic” response and the climate “emergency” scam are both being used to usher in a global totalitarian government, freedom, personal choice and responsibility are now anti-social concepts. Never thought I would be agreeing so much with Russell Brand!
I’m more optimistic. We do live in a country where we can vote them out and eventually change happens. However, as my Dad used to say “Thank fully the military chaps swear allegiance to the Crown”
The hypocrisy starts with Marx. Born into a wealthy middle class family, he never met any working class people himself. Given an allowance by his (lawyer) father, who subsidised him all the way up to a PhD, became a journalist and mixed exclusively in a circle of other writers, academics and middle-class agitators. Marrying an aristocrat along the way. All the while dictating class warfare to the “proletariat”.
Yes, Marx was a terrible old fraud who also got the servant girl pregnant when he was married, or something like that.
The cultural points made are unarguable. You can obviously be culturally ‘working class’ but well off (although the binary division of working class v middle class is oversimplified). However, not all educated, culturally middle class gig economy workers are playing at being poor. I don’t think I agree with the narrative of ‘you can’t have a valid stake in issues such as minimum wage, working conditions for working class people because you are a poshie who likes Chablis and chooses croutons in your salad’. Yet you still have £24.68 in your bank account and work for the minimum wage, and live in rented accommodation. Whereas the author, now well off, reserves the right to speak authoritatively about being working class to children of Mums who had a hostess trolley.
Nobody working class has ever defined themselves by their relation to the means of production. Only a middle class person from the fauxletariat would lack the self-awareness to do this.
Grace Blakeley? Isn’t she the one who is or was the New Statesman’s economics columnist? She’s appalling, the embodiment of all that is wrong with ‘journalism’ and the world.
What a wonderful article it brings back so many similar memories of life growing up on the council estate in County Durham. “The Salad Game” is such a genius description of a real life event, ours consisted of a slice of cold meat, iceberg lettuce leaves, a tomato, radishes (why I have no idea perhaps someone nearby grew them) and the obligatory hard boiled egg. With seven children to feed we always had a plate of bread and margarine to help fill us up every tea time !
I am proud of my upbringing my father was a miner, later became a full time union official and was a devoted Labour member, but he always told me that your political views were a matter for you to decide, and no-one can expect you to follow a particular path just because others do or always have done so because that is what is expected of you.
you and I had the same upbringing. I did well for myself and put it all down to my careful northern parents.
Grace Blakely is the shouty one who screams over other people in interviews. Being middle class hasn’t improved her manners.
She’s absolutely manic in interviews
Nomine facta discordant then?
Typical of her entitlement then.
I had a similar beginning in the north but I was fortunate and got to university. The most important change was moving to London where the streets were really paved with gold compared to South Yorkshire. However, I refuse to have class labels attached to me.
I consider how essential people are in relation to my needs. At the top of the list are the people who collect and deal with my refuse and the people who keep the sewers running. They probably don’t have a good education but they are far more important than public school, lefty intellectuals, which I can manage without.
Too true. If gender studies graduates went on strike nobody would notice, but when the bin men go on strike it gets unpleasant very quickly. Of course, there may be a sizable cross section of bin persons who are also gender studies graduates. It would be nice to think they’re doing something useful with their time.
Today I have read an article by a journalist who who was enthusiastically ticking off a list of attributes which “proved” how “posh” he was. All tongue-in-cheek you understand – but he seemed pretty pleased with himself.
And now I read an article from somebody who wants to tell me how poor and working-class they were. This person also seems quite pleased with how well they’ve done in life.
To me, both articles come across as rather snobbish, self-obsessed, and quite dull.
And now I read an article from somebody who wants to tell me how poor and working-class they were. This person also seems quite pleased with how well they’ve done in life…snobbish, self-obsessed, and quite dull.
Yes, I agree. I expect the author fully supports the working classes just so long as she does not have to associate with any, or, God forbid, live near some.
People who have been really poor do not talk about it much. My parents were at times, and they were quietly proud I never experienced that.
Guess who are the people who do the necessary jobs? The cleaners, the factory workers, the street sweepers, the maintenance workers, the bus drivers, the bin men (they are usually men) the delivery drivers, the supermarket staff, nurses, the police. If they all go on strike for a week, you can always read an article by Julie Bindel.
The PTB seem to be trying to turn the police from upper-working-class to more conformist & tractable lower-middle-class. Less life experience, more University degrees.
The well cosseted middle class student seeks a taste of “working class” life and may well indulge for a while but then when it gets to the sharp end, post grad and “getting on with life” then that’s when bank of mum & dad and other social contacts kick in… a job, deposit on a flat, a car maybe and so on. Then it’s “cheerio” to “slumming it”, fun as it was. Working class cosplay rather sums it up.
Then – a Northern terrace with with no bathroom.
Now – a comfortable North London House.
Two impeccable Left wing credentials which should combine to devastating, virtuous, effect. But to me, they sit uneasily with each other. Combined, they look just a little like a boast, “…Look at me – done so well – but still got me roots!”
One might wonder about that “comfortable North London House” (not a mere flat, natch…). Is that rented, with some “tenant shame” around the neighbours? Or is it owned, with some “millionaire shame” around the family?
No problem with Left wing readers of course – to them, this is the Holy Grail. “…those poor people need saving – I don’t, of course, I’m far too successful”.
That’s the thing about this isn’t it? Lefties all want to be the saviours, not the ones who need to be saved. No one wants to be the inadequate who needs saving – and that’s why Labour can’t win elections.
You can divide people into two groups
A far as I am concerned the former are working class wheher they are street cleaners of chief executives. All will have problems and vulnerabilities, to some degree, if they are sacked or made redundant. The problem is that middle class professionals dont see this.
I’m working class and left school at 14 with zero qualifications. So f*cking what?
Such a great article. Growing up in a blue collar area, my parents really encouraged all of us to work hard and go to college, but so many of my friends at primary school fell behind. The issue wasn’t a lack of brains or work ethic, but a lack of self-belief. With no-one in their families who had any inkling of further education, they just assumed certain doors were closed to them. I remember one very bright kid who was astonished at how well he did in his final exams.
The confidence that comes with being born into prosperity can also mean you take more risks with your early career, or spend more time travelling or pursuing further education. Unless you can understand how terrifying it might be to lose your job, and how hard it might be to find another one, you can’t really know what it means to live hand to mouth, or to put things back in your weekly grocery shop when you realise that you have to get something else, and money and credit cards only stretch so far.
The ironies abound. I remember reading of one man who grew up in a heroin-filled slum in Dublin in the 1970s, who lost both his parents to drug addiction and had struggled to escape a life of crime and poverty, being lectured for his “white, male privilege” by a group of middle-class women. Their response to structural inequality and prejudice was to condemn an individual they knew nothing about because of his complexion and gender.
I grew up on a very working class Bracknell council estate in the 70s and was the 1st in my family to go to uni. We didn’t have a tin bath but I can relate to a lot of what Julie says. I’ve done ‘ok’ and on the surface live a fairly middle class life. But I do feel the difference when my colleagues recount their far more middle class upbringings, their mums were homemakers (both my parents worked full time to keep food on the table), they holidayed as children in France and Spain (we had day trips to Hayling Island or a week in Swanage if we were lucky), they shopped in John Lewis and Waitrose (we wore hand me downs, on Saturdays we’d walk to Bracknell market and a box of broken biscuits was a treat), they had piano lessons (we played the recorder in assembly) and so on and so on. My extended family wouid probably be called chavs – smoke, drink, quite loud, pretty unambitious and a kebab is experiencing a different culture. Salt of the earth though and always ready to help you out. Strong moral instincts, sense of community, common sense and pragmatism (everyone when I grew up knew how to tinker with cars, fix things, build things). None of them went to uni but that didn’t mean they didn’t have an intelligence that I respected (an uncle of mine was very knowledgeable about constellations and had a telescope, an aunt was very very good at general knowledge quizzes and crosswords, my dad can identify almost every plant you can think of). I don’t feel completely at home in their world anymore but I understand them and I feel quite fiercely protective of them. Brexit brought this into sharp focus for me. I reluctantly voted Remain bowing to my more liberal middle class instincts but I felt the pull of my upbringing, I got exactly why all my family voted Leave and I knew that decision resonated entirely with their world view, not economics or trade laws, it was about democracy, independence, national pride, identity and I think a natural aversion to the concentration of too much power in too few hands (we all read Animal Farm and 1984 at school and have a deep English mistrust of authority). The unspoken questions: What makes being in the EU so inevitable, so mandatory? Why such a vehement opposition to a democratic choice to leave what is being presented as ‘just a trading bloc that never removed our sovereignty’ (hmmm that doesn’t ring true now does it)?? It was OK for the eastern bloc to leave the USSR, what’s the difference? The very fact that leave was considered an illegitimate choice means there was only one ‘valid’ choice on the ballot. If you only have 1 choice you no longer live in a democracy. This made the choice to leave *even more necessary* and, being Brits, we forge ahead, taking one for the team. I felt it too and in the end, as events unfolded, I realised my visceral disgust at the smearing and slandering of people like my family made me far more sympathetic to the Leave position. It’s part of me – and I’m proud of it.
Cheryl, I lived in Bracknell in the 70s, owned our house and lived on a new estate, And like a previous definition of ‘middle class’ I must take issue with your rather grand ideas of what middle class is. On our estate of terrace houses, there were a lot of people with degrees and professional qualifications, but also technical people earning good money and rising up the managerial ladder without degrees just ordinary people who started working life with an apprenticeship. Regularly shopping in Waitrose and John Lewis? we couldn’t afford it, we didn’t eat out more than once or twice a year, not even kebabs (did they exist then, I can remember a Berni Inn, in Bracknell but no other eatery, may be near the market, a cafe).
My husband and many others were engineers, Bracknell was a engineering.high tech town, so repairing the car and doing the servicing to save money was as common on our estate as elsewhere, we didn’t run to foreign holidays either. We stayed with relatives fortunate to live by the sea. In our street we were friendly. sociable and had a very effective hand me down system for clothes and toys. None of the clothes I wore during my secnd pregnancy were mine, all came from a common wardrobe of maternity wear that we passed around.
The whole class thing disintegrated after WW2, but politicians and journalist are such dinosaurs and these classifications are so convenient . All we actually have now is an income distribution. Many technical and skilled craftsmen earn more than those in office jobs, live in the same houses, shop in the same shops. The craftsman who fitted my kitchen, shopped in all the farm shops in our locality and the specialist bakery. He lives in a house almost identical to the house my son lives in, and he is a senior academic.
Any definition of class, middle or working, will only encapsulate a small proportion of those who are theoretically in that group, so these antideluvian divisions should be ditched for percentiles of income distribution.
Bracknell is a strange place for those that think the world is black and white and divided into just 3 distinct classes. I grew up in the the town during the 1970s and 1980s. It was always changing, always evolving. There were people with reasonably well paid and highly technical jobs living in terraced council houses. A lot of the original engineering firms along with the Met Office have departed and now it feels like some of the ex-council estates are filled with ‘white van man’. Many sneer at these ‘common’, ‘working class’ people but they are quite entrepreneurial in spirit. They display an inner drive and ambition to better themselves and their family circumstances which seems to be sneered and derided by some of the intellectual socialist supposedly ‘middle class’.
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The problem is that are millions of people in this country that have those memories and they blithely dismissed by the comfortably off privately educated over quail and claret at high table.
I don’t think the middle class are all Brideshead Revisited. Strangely they started to be less formal-wear Kaftans , cook a form of ‘peasant food’ to differentiate themselves from the formal upper working class with their anti maccassors on the chairs etc.
Don’t listen to that posh leftie over there, listen to this common leftie who sold you out years ago and would be happy if half of you didn’t exist.
I found the similarity between the Upper (and Upper Middle) Class and the Working Class most apparent in the Army. A disproportionate amount of officers and soldiers smoked, loved fry ups, spoke loudly, had little self-consciousness about using fruity language and had oodles of small talk. There was a natural affinity not shared by civil servants in polyester short sleeved shirts who often resented the laid back Public School Poshifficers and looked down on the soldiers.
It was always so. It has been the middle class that is forever the outlier.
Thanks Julie. Posh lefties posing as ‘the workers’ goes back a lot further than the 1970s – to the 1870s at least, when John Ruskin persuaded a group of Oxford undergraduates to engage in a spot of road mending at North Hinksey. Amongst the unlikely navvies was Oscar Wilde, who later wrote:
And Ruskin worked with us in the mist and rain and mud of an Oxford winter, and our friends and our enemies came out and mocked us from the bank. We did not mind it much then, and we did not mind it afterwards at all, but worked away for two months at our road. And what became of the road? Well, like a bad lecture it ended abruptly—in the middle of the swamp. Ruskin going away to Venice, when we came back for the next term there was no leader, and the ‘diggers’, as they called us, fell asunder.
The sight of privileged young graduates and undergraduates thrusting their soft fists in the air is laughable. The real working class despise them. the BLM movement use them as cannon fodder. And academics use them as Marxism fodder.
Then they go and buy a nice little house with deposits provided by their parents and get jobs through their old school networks. Having added nothing of value to life. Then they inherit their parents property and the cycle restarts.
As a posh righty, I take great delight in lecturing posh lefties about not lecturing the working class.
I enjoyed reading this, and (for a change) I enjoyed reading the comments from readers with similar backgrounds. I also got into higher education through an Access course – do they even exist anymore?
The easiest way to tell if someone is working class for the older generation is to ask if they used to pee in a bucket, a practice that was common when we had outdoor loos and you got taken short in the early hours. I remember Blair’s reaction of disbelief on being asked this question by Frank Skinner.
You had a bucket!
But so did the upper classes. Except their ‘buckets’ were beautifully decorated bone china ones. Chamber pots. I can still see my great-aunt’s one. With matching water ewer and bowl on the night stand.
I bet she didn’t have to sell her piss though.
I vividly remember the day my Dad died. I was 14. He owned a little tyre shop. I suppose we were not poor, but there was never money to splash around. i managed to get my 11 plus at the third attempt and went to a half decent Catholic school. But I also remember a teacher on asking my name to which I replied “Payne Father” (he was a priest). His reply “Pine”? “no Payne”. “Well I shall call you Pine until you can speak properly” I left school at 16, no qaulifications, to take over our little shop. Worked 7 days a week till I was 21 in order to pay off debts my Dad had run up while ill. I did move to and bought a big workshop, bought a little house, then a bigger house, converted a derelict barn and this year finished building my own,to be our last house. But tho’ we are comfortable, I am not rich. Am I still working class? I certainly am and very proud of it. Tho’ my friends wouldn’t think me anything but ‘Middle Class, (my mum (not Mummy) would as well!
That bit about being forced to work in a call centre (Grace Blakely). Now it all make sense… they’ve brought back the press gang. People are plucked from the streets, into the back of a black van, and next thing they know they’re chained to a row of phones. .
The real difference is that for you that world still exists. Even if you are out of you know that there is no safety net for you and if anything goes wrong you could end up right back where you started.
The safety net is an important aspect I think. I talk to some people who are in precarious positions re jobs/ finances, but really, if things got bad they could go home/ ask family to help. An example is the daughter (approx my age) of a family friend, she hated her job and had a nervous breakdown, so she went back ‘home’ in her thirties to live with her parents, who then loaned her the money to retrain in another career. Whilst I don’t deny the impact of mental health for her, I can’t help but wonder what she would have done without the luxury of having other people pay her bills for her for six months.
But my mother’s family would have taken her in if they had very little to share. My Dad came home from WW2 and had a nervous breakdown. 7 of us in a 2up2down. My maternal grandfather, a miner, spoon fed my Dad. Washed him and helped him as if he were a baby and we all knew we were loved.
Lets hope BJ carries out his levelling up promise – if we rebuild UK’s technology base we can restart the sort of social mobility on offer in the 50s, 60s and 70s. Some of the bien pensents that sneer at us workers will do OK as they live on family money. Many, especially those with useless humanities or social science qualifications will get a crash course in social descent: They can choose from low paid work, benefits or crime.
Don’t hold your breath. I don’t think k anyone in Downing street really has a clue what “levelling up” means beyond it being an empty soundbite to feed to the usual suspects
I love your article.
Would be interesting to get your parents take on Harriet and their acceptance of your relationship.
Lots of posh kids never had the warmth and love that you clearly grew up surrounded by.
A great article as it struck so many chords in my own up bringing. I now work in IT for a charity so I guess I’m middle class in Blakeley’s view of the means of production – like you I’m thankful for my working class up bringing as I have a fantastic loyal family because of it.
Very nice story. It parallels my mother’s path in life.
She grew up in a working-class, Italian community. Her father was a tool and die maker. Both parents crafted munitions during the war. They did live comfortably by the standards of the day.
My mother and her friends encouraged eachother to go to college. Her parents were not keen on the idea; they expected her to go straight to work. But, she and her friends did go to school. She ended up going to a local Jesuit school.
My mother paid for it with earnings from work at the cafe down on the corner. Unbelievable, yes? — but that college education opened up a new world for her. She got a job in Washington, DC.
In 1956 she met my dad. In Washington. He came from middle class but educated stock. (His mother was the principal of a high school in the mid-west. She ended up marrying one of the teachers. That teacher had four older brothers. They must have loved the scandal of that whole affair.)
The husband (my dad) went on to nab a Nobel Prize. The (still extant) paper of his hometown crafted a very nice piece titled something like “Central High nabs a Nobel”.
My mom supported that venture. My dad couldn’t have done it /and/ raise five kids without the great energy and support of the girl from the factory town in Connecticut.
The great tragedy is that the path my mom took is not obviously open to young people today. Big Ed has degraded education and priced it beyond the means of folks of modest means.
My grandfather was a farm worker, later a gardener. He lived in a tiny, rented cottage and was definitely working class. He stopped my mother taking up a university scholarship because he wanted her to stay at home to look after him. She qualified as an accountant, married a bank manager, and sent me to private school. She was definitely middle class, despite liking beetroot. She sent me to work in a shop and later as a lathe operator. I never imagined a year of this or grandpa’s work qualified me as working class. However, when I joined the army, as a potential officer I spent two months doing the same training as every other recruit. My OC asked what I thought the benefits of this would be. Naively, I replied that I thought it would give me a good understanding of what those other recruits went through. He roared back: “You will never know what it is like to be one of them. Your experiences, aspirations, outlook and entire life have been and will be totally different.” He was and Julie is right. It was a fact then and is now. It doesn’t make me a better or worse person because it is true.
Class is often given a moral dimension. Usually: Working Class = Good; Middle Class = [insert term of opprobrium]. Hence perhaps Ms. Blakely’s and others’ desire to escape one to claim the higher moral position that is attributed to the other. For what it is worth, my sixty years of ‘lived experience’ has taught me that there are good people and bad people in every class. Being working or middle class is no more an indication of a particular moral quality than our choice of salad.
We Brits all know how the “class” game is played really. There are two classes that you can only be born into: the aristocracy and the working class. No amount of personal enrichment, donations to good causes, honours, purchasing of grand houses etc. can catapult you into the aristocracy. And poor old Grace Blakeley is never going to be welcomed into the warm embrace of the British working class no matter how many hours she works in that Amazon warehouse. At least not in one generation. Alas, poor Julie Bindel has discovered that, by contrast, the middle classes gobble you up voraciously and instantly. The moment she moved in to the nice London home with Harriet she moved into the middle classes – a very precisely delineated subset of the middle classes, but middle class nonetheless. No amount of “brought up in t’ paper bag” exposition will wipe that stain from her, I’m afraid. For a genuine view from the working classes, we will need to listen to Julie Bindel’s parents, younger brother and/or nephew, which would be pretty interesting.
Is “pseudo-middle-class” really the same as working class?
I’m so old I sigh for the days when I didn’t know anything about all of the above.
Reminds me of the faux support for football teams voiced by Labour MPs, which is like listening to nails being dragged down a blackboard.
I have often thought I would happily disregard every other quality in a politician and vote for him if he said he hated football but loved opera.
It’s pretty simple, I think – those relatively posh boys and girls have been brainwashed into feeling they have something to apologise for, so they assume the garb of the great unwashed in an effort to take the edge off their original sin (that of having been born into privilege).
It’s a mistake. If you think you have too much money, find a deserving charity. If you think you have too much education, put it into the service of others. If doors open for you that do not open for others, walk through the door and persuade those who opened it for you.
In short, be a man or woman for the people, and stop pretending to be a man or woman of the people. They may come to respect you for the former, if you keep it up, while they will always despise you for the latter.
Well said. Blakeley is disengeniously trying to strip out culture, epigenetic inheritance, the nurturing environment, poverty and structural disadvantage to refashion class identities for politically motivated purposes.
Her goal is twofold, to reposition the middle class Precariat as ‘working class’ and by the same token, to frame the Precariat as trans class and trans national with the aim of refashioning Labour’s core values as supporting the Precariat for a post industrial gig economy age.
Conveniently, she is able to do this by referring to orthodox Marxist ontology which utilises the simplistic binary of proletariat and bourgeoisie.
Of course, utilising this simplistic ontology strips out history including the development of the welfare State, critical public infrastructure, the distinction between personally owned tools and technologies and commercially owned tools and technologies as well as the evolution of ICTs which are critical for production for swathes of the global economy but occupy a space between the private and the public realms as well as providing a platform by which the global workforce can compete.
In other words, Blakeley is trying to resuscitate material determinism as well as frame humans as culturally, socially, politically and ecologically disembodied economic organisms within a strictly dualistic framework that distinguishes between people as either the oppressor or the oppressed.
As such, you could say Wokeism is trying to get back to its philosophical Hegelian roots.
Yep. They think the dialectic is time-proof , but it’s aged more quickly than last week’s bread.
Yawn. More from the victimhood Olympics.
“Woe is me, I’m more working class than you.”
It’s not a currency, you know. Stop playing their game.
So you have a comfortable and prosperous lifestyle but a genetic memory of working class hardship, making you better qualified to pontificate on the state of the “proles” (your choice of word) than Grace Blakeley? Two cheeks of the same derriere if you ask me.
” genetic memory ” how so- she lived in a council house and was working class and no doubt experienced financial hardship
Although working at NME was probably all round a more traumatic expeirence and probably contributed much more to her intellectual improverishment.
Oh dear – everyone has to start somewhere
The kind of degenerate music promoted by that disgustingly philistine magazine is a direct index of the cultural decline of British society.
I recall whole left nanosects where the party line was to get a job in a Ford factory or on London Tubes. Some were Oxbridge grads. When they discovered the working class was impervious to the leaflets they returned to a good career else where. One such commenced at the BBC, went to Ford, then transitioned to Channel 4. Is this what trans means?
Most working class folk would kill for job on the London Tubes. Great money & pension and cast-iron job security.
Apart from the sexuality, it mirrors my life growing up. Cried with laughter and tears. Cracking article, Julie.
I read Blakeley’s tweets, and the subsequent defensive responses with no little wry amusement. I share some of Bindel’s experiences, but not all. I too was from a “traditional” northern working class background. Worse yet, in the 80s my dad was made redundant, and never worked in a full-time job again, though not for want of trying; we were pretty much at the sharp end. As a result lots of these cues are extremely familiar. However, I’m just a little younger, so when I was at secondary school in the 80s, while there was an undertow of crowd control in some places, those of us who were academically decent were encouraged to be ambitious and look at university as an option if we wanted. A key factor was that for those of us not so well-off, getting a degree was not only free at the point of delivery, but we were paid to do it. Afterwards, I stayed in the north because even then the cost of living in the South East (especially the capital). I ended up teaching in HE, and now still work for a university (though in a non-teaching role). These things I suppose make me much middle class, but even now I don’t much think of myself that way. I’m still very much on the (self-declared) prole end of the salad spectrum, for example.
Part of the problem now is that some perceptions of class have changed quite a lot in the last 40 years or so. The jobs that marked those classes out are either disappearing or changing rapidly, and a more aspirational consumerist lifestyle encourages many to think of themselves differently. But all those markers still matter, and it still allows those who are members of those groups to mark out who’s one of them, and who’s not.
The reality is that most people are still dependent on the money they get paid each week, or month, to make ends meet. It’s generally the stability of such things that makes the difference. The precarious nature of some work makes it difficult to make long term decisions about spending, and those earning less are also subject to the “Vimes’ Boots” problem: it’s bloody expensive to be poor sometimes And because so many of us are lucky in this respect, it’s easy to forget what it’s like to struggle (if we ever knew at all), so I try very hard not to, and not to make snap judgements about those who do: there but for the Grace of God, and all that.
In the end, the Jarvis Cocker line about “everybody hates a tourist” is a true one, but it shouldn’t stop those who are privileged trying to understand something they haven’t experienced, or to care about them. It’s just unfortunate that Blakeley did it in such a tin-eared way.
Perhaps a nit, but I’ll pick it due to industry knowledge:
“No matter what your accent or education, if you’re forced to work in a call centre, you’re working-class.”
I’m torn as to whether speaker’s ignorance is worse than her arrogance. No one is forced to work in a contact center yet our company has people who’ve been in this biz for 20-30 years. Their salaries are not “working class” no matter how badly the term’s definition is tortured.
Everyone needs to get over themselves.
I think it’s probably been said in various forms by many with their heads squarely on their shoulders and their feet firmly on the ground over time but the great Hollywood actor James Caan, he of Godfather fame, once said that if he never made another film few people would take much notice but if the garbage man ever failed to do his job then a good many people certainly soon would.
The working class is a way of life. Not an adventure to be undertaken by some soft hand who is angry at mommy and daddy. In case tbe softies missed the gist of the essay… think of a middle finger in your face. That, I believe is the essence of the essay
Interesting read. My male partner is working-class, I’m middle-class. We have ‘tea’ at six, ‘lunch’ at one. He can sit through three hours of Shakespeare, I’m better with Graham Norton or Drag race UK. We both love Harold Pinter. He loves Mike Skinner…and so on…
(Too much Marx? The Communist Manifesto & gobbetts from The German Ideology are all you need, I would say.)
I don’t really see the point of this article, it’s just one middle class journalist sniping at another over who knows the most about the working classes with the usual dose of It’s Grim Oop North one-upmanship. Julie’s Dickensian views on the working classes are as much a product of her imagination as it is reality.
I relate so much to this.
In the British class system, you don’t get to change class. Unlike the American system (outside parts of New England). Unlike a caste system, your children can be raised as a different class from you. I’m a different class from either of my parents (one up, one down).
Julie Bindell claimed to be a Marxist. She doesn’t seem to understand it. I am not one myself but in fact a proletarian is a relationship to property, specifically the means of production, and a rich football player is in that sense a proletarian. A socially middle class person ( however that is defined) can be proletarian just as much as they can be tenants.
Total agreement JulieB
I loved the details,the Chablis and lemonade,the hostess trolley.I’m a Council estate London girl,emigrated to the North East.My class influences are rich and contradictory.Therefore I am not willing to accept a simplistic view of class.I got fed up with being called “middle class” by Geordies ,just because I was a southerner who had had elocution lessons.My grandfathers were docker and steel moulder respectively,,and my grandmas,of course,did all the hard work.I enjoyed the piece by the way.
I spend my childhood and teenage years without mains water, TV, telephone or washing machine. We were ‘off grid’ decades before it had even occurred to anyone else! On t’other hand we were probably the only family within 50 miles to have a cutlery set of fish knives and forks, and a subscription to The Spectator.
Today I have friends who are labourers and friends who are multi-millionaires. It’s all the same to me.
What amuses me, and simultaneously infuriates me is the dropping of the letter T to claim being ‘working class’. I call it the Billy Bragg syndrome, e.g. commooni-ee. Yuh kno wah ah meeen, lark, innit.
Americans believe Brits are obsessed with class. Reading this article and the comments they are right. What does it matter what your parents did, how they voted or what you had to eat, at what time, and what the meal was called?
Agreed – there is no precise equivalent but probably the closest is the racial divide in the USA.
No, in America it’s money. If you are sufficiently rich you are virtuous, admirable and ‘classy’ : where else would Trump, Michael Jackson, or Hugh Hefner be admired, praised and envied?
Yes, it’s amusing to see areas in the US described in TV real-life-crime programmes as ‘high class’ when they are filled with Mafia men, corporate criminals and frauds and wealthy men who marry nice-looking girls who turn out to have murdered a majority of their previous X husbands for the insurance money (apparently anyone in the States can insure anyone’s life without the subject of the insurance even being informed of the fact – something I deduce from the stories as told).
Do Americans think it unacceptable to enquire into a person’s origins and background? No-one in the UK would ever dream of not doing so.
Across the pond it was Iceberg lettuce and a disgusting dressing called “western” or if you were really posh, “French.” Nothing added to the salad; just the lettuce and a dressing that made people sweat.
What really irritates me is this very narrow definition of what is ‘middle class’ that feature in so many discussions about class. ‘Middle class’ seems to be defined as:Top private school, Oxbridge, living in north London, presumably salary well into six figures. How many people are there actually in that group? Lots of people in the corridors of power, the likes of David Cameron, Boris Johnson, but how typical are they of the middle income people in this country
The majority of ‘middle class’ people, people in professions not Professions: engineers, scientists, lawyers and accountants in the companies that litter our science and business parks, the lifstyles of these so called middle class people are as different to theirs as is that of a Scottish fisherman or a miner – if we still have any –
The average middle income person has a house on a new estate, children in state schools, a second hand car and hopes their children will get into a Russell Group university, doesn’t live in London.and has a 5 figure salary.
Both my parents came from avowedly working class backgrounds and yet my father, who was from what was once euphemistically called ‘a broken home’ is/was fiercely bright first went to grammar school, then went to King’s London to do engineering and then secured an apprenticeship with Marconi despite his very obvious domestic hurdles.
He went on to become a relatively high flyer in what used to be called the CEGB, or Central Electricity Generating Board.
Today then, I fall into the raised decidedly ‘middle class, nice house, comfortable lifestyle, public school education*’ category that has now apparently ‘regressed’ into an undeniably working class, hard graft, all weather, all year round livelihood, albeit self-employed.
Does that make me ‘middle class’ or ‘working class’ I wonder?
My job defiantly proclaims ‘working class’, and I challenge anyone to do it as I have for 20 years, 6 days a week, 52 weeks of the year bar two weeks holiday and claim otherwise, although my upbringing and immediate antecedents, would apparently suggest otherwise.
*Paid for predominantly by my perennially thrifty, working class maternal grandmother.
Thank you for “the lesbians were so butch they looked like they could donate to a sperm bank”. Superb!
Class is a sociological concept, not a fashion statement. About the time Engels wrote “The Condition of the English Working Class”, the largest group of workers were agricultural labourers, not known for industrial militancy. The next largest group were domestic servants – not always in awe of their bosses, but usually seeking to augment their earnings by soliciting tips rather than by taking strike action. There were already plenty of miners, but the hewers decided what proportion of their piecework earnings should go to “their” labourers (see D H Lawrence).
In spite of all this, Marx and Engels (yes, a philosophy graduate and a factory boss) worked out a definition of “class” – relationship to the means of production. Nobody is obliged to accept this definition – anyone is perfectly free to say it’s all about wine, or whatever. There is in fact no need to get angry at all, just have the courtesy to define your terms before you begin a serious discussion.
Excellent piece, the best I’ve read for a while, not only enjoyable to read but (intentionally or not) sums up the situation the Labour party finds itself in better than any other.
Prince Harry Wales is the one who’s really had it hard…
I think that one of the defining characteristics of the truly posh is that they think they know what ‘suffering’ is, and if something bad happens to one of ‘theirs’ the suffering must be far greater than if the same thing happened to one of the inferior classes. One of their triumphs is to convince the plebs that this true.
For example, a very posh woman in her nineties loses her older husband, and we are all expected to wring our hands and weep at her misery, because it must be so much more profound than any other (but less posh) old lady. (Of course the less posh lady would have lost her husband earlier, after watching him being ignored by the health services. How many 99 year old men in the middle of a pandemic were rushed into hospital and given pointless heart surgery?)
Until we get rid of the Monarchy , the House of Lords , and institutions such as the Freemasons – equality of opportunity will never exist between those at different ends of the social / economic strata – the reason Labour failed was on many levels – it failed in the town and country because it uses language that alienates people and has no meaning – Labour need to be aware that attracting the metropolitan sourdough eating graduate globalist has only a limited time until they reach mid 30’s , have a family and home to pay for , then they suddenly transform into a low tax secretly voting Tory – voter – Great article
Some interesting comments but the problem I always have with articles like this is that “middle class” describes far too wide a group of people.
A very British perspective. I grew up and still live in Canada. There’s no doubt that a wealthy upbringing is a privilege and a poor upbringing a handicap, but there are far fewer regional accents and people aren’t judged by them. Many in Canada are immigrants and while that can pose barriers, by second generation there has been a lot of upward mobility. In fact there is a great deal of class mobility in Canada both upwards and, in some cases, even downward. It’s far from perfect, educated parents tend to have educated children and an inheritance is a great help in Toronto’s high priced real estate market, but good university education is widely available to people of all backgrounds.
So much of that article rings true for me, outside toilet ( was afraid to go there as it was down some very dark steps), bath you had to fill with kettles. I am definitely working class, although I have a very comfortable life now.
Have a look at the BBC Class Calculator. BBC News – The Great British class calculator: What class are you? I grew up in a council house on a council estate but I’m now considered “Technical Middle Class”! I’m comfortable either way. It’s just a handle.
I completed it and was amused to find that I came out as ‘elite’, despite having a background not dissimilar to Julie’s in some ways and many years of debt and relative poverty. The BBC calculator is not a good indicator of class, since it takes account only of where you are now, and none of where you’ve come from – which in England, as this debate shows, is central.
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I think Jarvis Cocker summed it up when talking about people like Grace:
“ I said pretend you’ve got no money
She just laughed and said
Oh you’re so funny
I said; yeah
I can’t see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure?
You wanna live like common people
You wanna see whatever common people see
Wanna sleep with common people
You wanna sleep with common people
Like me
But she didn’t understand
She just smiled and held my hand”
Nail on the head, Julie. Having seen (lived) life from both sides gives you a much deeper understanding of the workings of society. I recognise all you wrote but what would the experience be of children born of a later age. What would their poverty be? How would they evaluate/be evaluated?
Thank you for a wonderful reflection of the hypocrisy of wealthy academics seeking to liberate those from poverty without recognizing how the poor subsidize that very wealth. In the US, we have two sets of educators – tenure track and adjunct. The classes they teach are the same but the salaries are often 5 times higher for one on a different track, and unsurprisingly, there are plenty of adjuncts in every university — often more than their tenure track counterparts now.
In some ways, it is absurd to expect those who benefit from hierarchy to really want to dismantle it. Oxford Shmoxford.
This seems to be written on a false premise.
Growing up working class means you have a certain kind of experience, that may include a certain cultural experience. That does not make you, as a successful journalist, or as a billionaire tech god, working class.
Similarly you can grow up with wealth a the way made smooth, and have a certain cultural experience associated with that, and if you end up in life with no assets and a crappy job at a call centre, you are working class.
Class isn’t about culture, it’s about role in the economy. Whatever upper class or working class snobs think about it.
Naturally they don’t QUITE get it. The (awful expression) “super posh” enjoy most things the working class do – including bottled beetroot – and laugh at the Middle Class pretentions. The Upper Class and the Working Class go to Gregg’s.
Having a go at people for being middle class is every bit as pathetic as looking down on people for being working class.
I understand that class disadvantage is lingering and often a bit intangible. As is class advantage. But that does not justify viewing being working class as something unchangeable.
The graduate working in a call centre these days probably isn’t deliberately slumming it to find out what working class life is like. They probably can’t get another job. They certainly can’t expect the kind of job opportunities open to graduates in the 1960s or even quite a bit later.
Also they probably didn’t come from a home where people knew merlot from chablais and put olives and croutons in the salad.
If you are a middle class Labour supporter you will necessarily want to redraw the boundaries of working class. If you don’t you are forced to use rhetoric (eg Labour is the party which represents the working class) which is self-excluding, and worse still places you in a position where instead of being part of working class solidarity you are occupying some odd echelon above the working class, and making patronising attempts to elevate then.
To most middle class Labour supporters that does not represent their experience, let alone how they feel about it.
Consequently the alternatives are to find another term than the outdated “working class” to refer to the “many” as Corbyn called them, or to redefine the term working class so that it includes people who don’t have the sort of working class background you do.
I think your anger at this comes from your perception that they are playing at being working class rather than actually being working class.
I am acutely aware that working in a factory for 6 months before going travelling and then getting a proper job is not the same as working in a factory for life, but I think you are being unfair on people who do this. They are genuinely trying to broaden their life experience and gain understanding of others. Why shouldn’t they? And if they occasionally mock the behaviour of their co-workers, don’t their co-workers also laugh at them and their stuck up accents? Both have things they can learn from each other.
Your pride in your working class roots is fine. But what is less acceptable is having a go at middle class people because you are conflicted about whether you are now “really” a working class person or a middle class one. You are unique. If you want to explain how much further you had to travel than someone with a rich background to get to wher you are that is OK. But you made me feel you were rejecting attempts from middle class people to achieve solidarity and parity with you.
How is that helpful?
Reacting with scorn or anger to attempts at empathy from people who are not in the same situation is common. But are their feelings really different from yours?
You make some good points. Any attempt at empathy should be welcomed and I always detest when people are told to shut up and not take part in a discussion because they don’t have the right gender, experiences or sexual orientation.
But I think here she’s talking about someone seeing themselves as a crusader and speaker for a group of people they don’t really belong to.
I suggest you can be viewed correctly as being of different classes in reference to how you life is able to be led as you become more successful. So you have a decent place to live and don’t have worry about about where the next purchase will be paid from and therefore are to outsiders “Middle Class”. I am from a mining village and now I am retired having been reasonably successful and done business worldwide. I carry a lot of working class attitudes and core values from my formative years. Not just about careful with money but also distrust of the establishment and being very self sufficient. I know I am working class in attitude even though I know how to inhabit as a world citizen and also can use the institutions of the country and am comfortable with people from all walks of life and “classes”. It’s a good place to be mentally…pretty rugged core values but able to enjoy and function at all levels.
I’m reminded of the verse in Pulp’s Common People …
“Rent a flat above a shop, Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool, Pretend you never went to school
But still you’ll never get it right, ‘Cause when you’re laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall, If you called your dad he could stop it all, yeah …”
I remember when middle class kids spoke that odd mockney to try and fit in with the great unwashed when we were experiencing a rare and fleeting moment of ‘cool’. They don’t lower themselves to that these days, but they do continue to lecture us on what is, and isn’t best for us silly, thick prols.
Thanks for a better understanding of the British class system. I was raised in relative poverty in the working class – and very immigrant – South Bronx, NYC. I always say “in relative poverty” and not working class even though my parents had working class jobs. It was not out of any desire to deny being working class but because I sensed there was something different about my family. We had books. My mother would quote long passages from Shakespeare, the Romantic poets and Dickens. Our Catholic school demanded high academic performance from all students and got it. My few American relatives were quite prosperous (compared to us) and they had high paying unionized working class jobs, cars (not us), and home ownership (not us) or rental property ownership while prefering to live in a very nice apartment (ours was fairly decent and very cramped and cost a dollar a day, not much even back then). The reason we were relatively poor was that my parents very profitable business failed when they were too old to get one of those well-paid working class jobs. Later I also found out that my relatives in Irealnd were cultured, property owners and prosperous to wealthy. So I felt right in not thinking of myself as fully working class, just declasse in a minor way. My siblings went on to prosperity or wealth (through education). I received an excellent education but chose to go on adventures and so ended up in old age living modestly and mostly on Social Secuirty. During my youth I fell in with a rich crowd and had conversations with some famous people. But I left NYC with less than $100 to hitch around America because I was horrified at the thought of falling into that rich NYC bubble, which I could have done through marraige and some job offers I declined. Theirs really was a constricted bubble. I just did not want it. Then despite periods of very constricted income I was not really working class and despite my modest retirement I don’t consider myself as such. I live cheap in a pleasant neighborhood stuffed with creative people. I have access to cheap and excellent theater and music concerts. I read. I write. I go to cafes (but never to even moderate priced restaurants). I take public transportation (cheap for the elderly) and often have conversations with working class people who are Afro-American or Latinx. Because of my ubpringing I easily relate to them and get and share their humor and their sorrows But I know they do not see me as workingh class depite my inexpensive clothes. They see me as a friendly “classy” (meaning cultured and well off) person who must have lost his money and, typical of of “classy” people, makes the best of what he has. I could even get a pretty well paying part time job (due to my education and some of my work experience) but I have a minor but often painful medical condition which would make me an unreliable worker. Ironically when I was in London (cheap, stayed with relatively well off relatives) and palling around with a US freind from a rich family I was treated as important and he was not. That gave me a sense of how important a “good”accent was and probably still is to the British class system. P.S. All of us in my family got our college/university educations free of tuition/fees, two through the NYC free universities, one on the GI bill, and me on scholarship at a private university. I am in favor of a decent universal income (economic security for all), strong public amenities, free health care, free child care, child payments, a steep inheritance tax, and free education through university level. My well off relatives, most of them, agree. Lol, but that would be social democracy, vilified in the USA as soviet style communism, and perhaps only a forever aspiration rather than ever a reality. I wrote this to give an example of how the US class system, very real, is also quite different from the British class system. For one thing it differs greatly by location. In some ways it is more easy going. In other ways it is more brutal.
Thank you John, I enjoyed that insight
I have read nothing more ludicrous than the competitive ‘I am more working class than you posts on this thread – and as for the competitive diets, they defy beleif. I do not think anything has been mentioned that i haven’t met on the pklates of peopl with large incomes and small, professional workers or horny handed sons of toil.
The most ludicrous was the idiot that suggested that ‘middle class’ (he gave no definition of that or working class) parents were not as loving and tactile as working class parents. At this point words really do fail me.
Looxury!
‘I recall Harriet buying a very nice bottle of Chablis, into which my mum poured a good slug of diet lemonade.’
Well, perhaps. (One hears many such stories and I tend to disbelieve them). But you could have said to your Mum something like:
‘Harriet knows a lot about wine, Mum. This is a good wine from an appellation called Chablis in France. It will taste different to the stuff you normally drink but give it a try. Smell if first, then roll it around your mouth, etc”
The point I’m making is that there is an extent to which people sometimes wallow in these ways. My father’s income was probably little or no higher than that of most factory workers and I went to a bog standard comprehensive in the middle of nowhere. But we drove all over Europe most years and I achieved A levels that were good enough for more or less any university in the land. Really, it’s not that difficult.
‘Harriet knows a lot about wine, Mum. This is a good wine from an appellation called Chablis in France. It will taste different to the stuff you normally drink but give it a try. Smell if first, then roll it around your mouth, etc”
Have you any idea at all how condescending that would be?
Why is it condescending? If someone knows more about something than I do, and introduces me to it, then I take a proper interest in experiencing and understanding it. It is only polite and it enhances your appreciation of the world and all it has to offer.
The first time I was exposed to the traditional, dark, inky wines of Madiran I felt like adding a splash of lemonade. But I came to understand them. (Madiran wines these days, sadly, are made to be rather more accessible).
The same applies to Dostoevsky, the films of Andrey Tarkovsky, late period Henry James etc. All difficult at first, but you work at it. That said, I will never understand the tactics and team selections deployed by Wayne Rooney since taking over at Derby County.
I suspect the values of your section of society are somewhat different to those of the working classes – this is not in any way a criticism, merely an observation. I really wouldn’t speak to my mother like that, however well it was meant it would not be taken kindly.
Nail hit on the head!
Maybe you just need to take his word for it on this one
Pretentious, moi?
If I spoke to my mum like that I’d have got a clout round the ear as soon as Harriet was out of sight.
My thought, precisely! I am in the ‘skint higher bracketed middle class range’, I imagine – and would never dream of talking down to someone less fortunate in that manner. In fact it’s what was once quaintly considered good manners.
You’re a serious piece of work and the tragedy is you don’t even know it
Right on. There you are at your mother’s table, and you and your pretentious partner proceed to patronise the poor woman in the .most offensive way possible. It’s beyond rude, it’s downright offensive and cruel. If you cannot see that, I despair.
Ha – when I read the article without being logged in – this comment was at the bottom with no context. And I logged in just so I could write a reply. But now I see the thread and realize I totally agree with you
Context is everything
I remember many years ago, on my brief return to England between years abroad, a new friend imparted this nugget of wisdom handed on to her ” My dear girl, the nouveau riche are so sanctimonious and SO boring : on the other hand, it’s the nouveau pauvre who are interesting.”
Fraser, really? Would you tolerate one of your kids speaking like that to you?
In my working- class childhood home, we never had wine at all; maybe a small sherry after a funeral or on Christmas day, more likely Shloer.
The main observation we noted on TV dramas was how the characters drank like fish, and a glass of wine was the automatic crutch in any situation.
We always had a bottle of Mateus Rose at christmas. There’s me thinking we were working class, but maybe we were middle class all along 🙂
All of this is silly and pretentious and oh so bloody British (English). Like Julie i grew up in council housing, but good enough to go to grammar school. But then managed to go work and live in Europe a d then the States. Where I found all this boring crap about class was non existent — they measure differences by money and BOTH EU and US have this wonderful Hopefulness about life — work and study, and you can get on. And you will not be measured by where you come from or who & what your parents were. And they don’t waste their time on this stupid gender game, because really, who cares.
Well, i know the US well and have two daughters with families in different parts. I find the moneyed class even worse than UK and far more snobbish. It’s not for nothing that Henry and his wife are hanging onto their Royal titles.
Good piece –
This is spot on – Bravo!
Basically Pulp’s “Common People” but much, much longer…
25 years on and still writing the same story
Ha! so true. I was about to post the words of modern poet Jarvis Cocker on this very subject: ‘Because everybody hates a tourist’
What gets me most is the nation’s determination to perpetuate the class system. I only became aware of it when I moved to the Netherlands for a few years in my late twenties. The Netherlands is almost entirely class less after all savings were deemed worthless after WWII and everyone was given the same pot of money to start again. Class in the UK today is an artificial construct perpetuated by politicians and the media. Income is driven by the industry that you choose to work in and whether you are salaried or hourly paid. Often the hourly paid earn more than the professionals. Class is just a set of prejudices to exclude those who want to fit in but come from a different cultural background.
It’s easier to say that people who don’t know their private school privilege aren’t working-class than define who is. Is it a lack of formal education and not owning books? A lot of people would rightly complain that this is a degrading suggestion and state education is not the same as 40 years ago. Is it having physically demanding, dirty and dangerous work that was the norm for working class men 40 years ago? No, because many working-class people refuse to do this work and leave it to immigrants. Is it owning your own home? Again no, even though home ownership or non-ownership is the most divisive feature of contemporary economic life placing a person on one or other side of the welfare state. Is it being Northern? Again no, many professional Northerners are middle-class and there are working class people in the South.
Julie’s description of growing up in the NE with working-class parents mirrors my own, except that my being born in 1948 (and my siblings in 1941 and 1945) gave us access to grammar schools. I could count on two hands how many of my schoolmates did not have coal miners for fathers. The vast majority went on to university. The Labour Party levelled everybody down and continues to do so.
I don’t accept the narrow definitions of class, social or economic.
My origins would be considered by many to be firmly “working class”, born in Mansfield in the early 50s my Dad was an electrician in the Hospital, he had a “City and Guilds” qualification from an apprenticeship at the steel works in Corby. My Mum was unemployed despite achieving a higher school certificate: no work in Mansfield for well educated girls from a “working class” background. She didn’t fit the mould.
Mum’s parents were shop workers, Dad’s father was an electrician in the Corby Steel works, his Mother an unqualified teaching assistant.
In 1956 we moved to the South, Dad got a job with BP in London as a technical buyer. They believed that everything was possible, but the only way was to work hard and take risks. Dad was a Conservative Party Member shop steward in the AEWU…until he was forced out because he was a “Tory”. Tribalism again.
I passed the 11 plus, went to a Grammar school, then to University and from there into a career in the Chemical industry. over 60 odd years I moved from living above a betting shop in Mansfield age 4 to a large 5 bedroom house in Wiltshire age 68.
I don’t consider myself to be any class, believing you are part of a particular class (or tribe?) limits expectations and can act like a millstone around your neck. Believe in what you are, strive to be what you want to be and believe no one who tries to patronise you has been my mantra.
The sooner we remove the word class from everyday vocabulary the better. Why not say the word background or upbringing instead?
Maybe because “class” is a fact of life, and certainly in Britain.
Great article. It’s hard for us outside the UK to compare ourselves with your class system. It doesn’t translate. However, there are similarities. I for the first time understood what the author is explaining when Chapelle shared what his father told him when he was a kid “we are not poor, we are broke”. There’s a huge difference between broke and poor. On the surface, my childhood was the same as so many Portuguese children of the ’80s. My parents lost everything by the time I was 3 and never recovered economically. I can top the author’s experience regarding housing arrangements. We lived for 4 years in a house without electricity and plumbing and with an outhouse. But, God is in the details, we had books, my mother talked to us about art, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, the Renaissance. My father in the moments that he recognized our existence talked about politics, history and science fiction. They both died in poverty. In terms of class and economics, my parent’s setback had little influence on me, and my children go to private schools. I was told from an early age that our present situation wasn’t destiny.
What an outstanding article. Thank you for writing it, and thanks to Unherd for publishing it.
Well I’m blitheringly posh and not ashamed of it.
How come Julie Burchill isn’t nearly so chippy ? Is it the being Northern on top of being working class that makes the difference ?
I finally found something of Julie’s worth reading.
Beneath all that crazy whack job feminism there’s a human being.
Who would have thought it.
I prefer the British idea that class is a culture to the American one that you become “middle class” or even “upper class” automatically by earning a certain income. And I’m an American.
Americans on both sides have often used issues of race to avoid dealing with class. Now that lots of Brits aren’t white, I wonder if they face the same temptation.
This reads like a John Osborne rant. It gives the impression that the essential credential for being ‘working class’ is to be bitter. Sooner or later some erstwhile polytechnic will launch a BBit degree; I’m surprised it hasn’t been done already.
too much anger for me.mary