Skip to main content

Why have we stopped clapping for our carers?

doctor holding red stethoscope

A few months ago, when the coronavirus outbreak still retained some of its novelty, the introduction of the 8pm Thursday night 'Clap for our Carers' stood out as a shining beacon of humanity and support in a world which was starting to seem very dark. What better way to show our appreciation for the heroes of the NHS and other such life saving organisations than standing on our doorsteps and declaring it to the entire neighbourhood? However the founder of this movement Annemarie Plas said last month that it would be the right thing to bring it to an end on its 10th week, marking a 'beautiful' end to the movement. Now it should be the turn of the government to do its duty by our most prized national treasure.

And Ms Plas would be right. Yet this government have consistently failed to provide for the institution that right now we need the most. The slogan 'Stay Home. Protect the NHS. Save Lives' smacks just a little bit of hypocrisy when one considers the desparate lack of nurses in our hospital wards, a direct result of the Tory scrapping of the nursing bursary in 2015 in favour of a loan (although there are now plans to introduce a new grant). Not to mention how much harder it will be for EU workers to come and fill the gaps, as they have been doing for decades, once Brexit is in full force. Before this outbreak we were approximately 43,000 nurses short, a situation which cannot have been improved by coronavirus. Our front line workers have been inadequately tested and protected, in spite of Boris's mantra and we have fewer hospital beds per capita than other hard hit European countries like Spain - can we expect staying at home and clapping once a week to fix this problem? Apparently so if the Tories get their way.

To the majority of the population this was never what the weekly clap was about. It was about a shared experience and the ability to demonstrate gratitude and empathy. All of us have or know someone who has received excellent quality care at their time of need thanks to our glorious NHS - for many of us their hospitals were where we first entered the world. But as the weeks have turned into months and normal life still has not resumed, it may well be the time to put aside harmonious illusions of a perfectly functioning health service and address the many ways it has been let down. The shortages our NHS faces will not disappear as soon as the pandemic does - Priti Patel's plans for a points based immigration system threaten an infrastructure already at breaking point, as it moves to block low paid workers from coming into this country. Those very same workers that care for our elderly, keep our hospitals clean and its patients and staff well fed, and have stopped this country from entirely falling apart as 600,000 lost their jobs. And instead of thanking them, our government would slam the door in their faces.

To make the clap for our carers an annual tradition, as has been suggested, would be a poignant reminder each year of the extraordinary sacrifices that were made by ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. But we cannot expect this to right all the wrongs that this outbreak has brought firmly into the light. A public appreciation of our key workers is a wonderful token of gratitude, but right now they need more than just tokens. They need the people in charge to care about them as much as the people on the street - and we need definitive action to show them we definitely do care. And not just so it will be a nice video on our Instagram stories.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Is Progress on Diversity Heading in the Right Direction? (Pi Media)

Giving you the insight into matters directly related to student life is the Pi Comment column, Spotlight: UCL, Universities and Young People, where our team of columnists tackle the issues affecting students today. Cathy Mayer-Funnel contends with the increasingly hostile environment in the UK towards minority groups and how this is playing out in the university context. Looking around the UCL campus, one of the things that I have found most striking is the diversity embodied by our students. As someone who did their undergrad in a small city often defined by its population of predominantly white middle-class students from the Home Counties, it is somewhat refreshing to be in a seminar of only six students in which three different continents are represented. In the 2018-19 academic year there are 9,385 UK domiciled and 12, 865 non-UK domiciled  non-white  students at UCL, a significant proportion of the student body of 42,106 , while the  Equality, Diversity and...

Am I an unfriendly neighbour?

Last weekend I was waiting for a bus to take me to a doctor's appointment on my local street in North London. It was set to be the hottest day of the year so far and in preparation for this I was wearing a cropped top and shorts with flip flops (this may be an irrelevant detail but it might later enable you to understand perhaps why I was feeling a little more exposed than usual). There was one other person at the bus stop - a man of unspecified age but certainly a fair bit older than me. After some minutes had passed he told me he had been waiting a while and wasn't sure if the bus was coming. I had headphones in, which I like to think automatically give off an air of I do-not-want-to-be-disturbed ness, but I also didn't want to be completely rude so I said I would look it up on my phone and reassured him that the bus was on its way. What followed next is what troubled me. Before I launch into a potential character assassination I just want to say I have no idea if this ...

How I feel now

When I was initially coming up with ideas for this post I had intended to write a sort of lifestyle piece on how to cope with having your plans completely overhauled by the coronavirus outbreak and lockdown. But in reality I'm not sure I am in any position to tell people how they should be dealing with this, because I'm not sure I am coping. Busying myself with baking and scrapbooking, starting a new job suddenly, pouring over travel guides and planning where to go once this is over - compared to many I seem to be ploughing through. And then I find myself in the middle of my shift wanting to scream at everyone in the shop. I snap at my family for stupid reasons. I break down crying at midnight on a Thursday. Let me explain my situation a little better. Last September I completed 5 years at university, the last one spent living in London doing my masters. I moved back at home to do a gap year, supposedly spending half working and saving money, before going travelling and com...