Ain’t Et A Blummin Shame!!

I grew up in the east end of London during the Great Depression. I witnessed many horrid crimes against humanity but also experienced the courage, dignity, and resilience of those who suffered and struggled all around me, including my own family. We were bombed for 57 nights during the blitz. We, the Cockney’s, lived by a code of honor, do as you would be done by. We believed in a fair sense of justice and were victims of social inequality. There were two wars, one for the rich and the other for the poor working class and the poor. There was no middle class in those days. While we were squashed and hungry in filthy metal dugouts in our backyards, the effluent continued their life of luxury in the elite hotels. Some of them even moved in permanently as they were left helpless without their servants. You see their servants had all gone off to war as fodder in the front line, to fight for their country. I and many others survived the incessant bombings, that rained down on us like hailstones from a thundercloud. I am now 94 years old and living in Australia.