Edinburgh is a city that I have always loved. Indeed, growing up in Stirling, I said from the age of 6 or 7 that I wanted to live in Edinburgh. I've been here permanently for 10 years now. The longer I stay here the more I appreciate and love this city for all it's perversities and nuances. It is no surprise that so many writers have chosen to live here. Almost every one of those have an appreciation of the many Jekyll and Hyde type characteristics of Auld Reekie. I live in the Dalry area. A traditional urban working class area. The remnants of the brewing and distilling industries are a part of day to day life here. The industry may have long gone but it is still far from an affluent area. Most of the properties around me are one bedroom flats. A large number are rented from a mixture of private landlords, housing associations and the council. I live surrounded by addicts of all descriptions and yet also by many young professionals on the first step of the property ladder. Young families, pensioners, immigrants. The area was once known as being virtually the Jewish quarter of Edinburgh, with many immigrants from eastern European countries. To a degree, some things never change as there is still many eastern Europeans in Dalry. But that is no different from many other parts of Edinburgh. There are massive gaps between rich and poor here. I could cite the schemes like Wester Hailes, Niddrie, Sighthill et al. But the picture that does it more clearly is an area like Haymarket. There are a number of bedsits in the area, but in the streets just behind the bedsits are some of the most expensive houses in the city. The two sides of the city could not be more apparent. At rush hour sharp suited solicitors and businessmen will walk past homeless addicts and barely notice their existence. They don't. I do. And it bothers me. It motivates me. The fact that the capital city is one big metropolitan, multicultural melting pot is a vital key in why my love of Edinburgh continues to grow. It is all these things that are absolutely fundamental to explaining the core of my political motivations and beliefs.
On my way home from work this evening I was walking through the Leith Links. A homeless man was standing by a bench with some earphones on. Not unusual in itself. He stands at that spot most evenings, usually on the bench, dancing with his hands in the air, music from his radio blasting out. This time though he had a tattered newspaper in his hand. If he had been in a suit and tie then you have presumed that he was using one of those hands free mobile phone devices. He wasn't dressed like that and I'll bet that he doesn't have a mobile phone let alone a “hands free”. Yet he was rambling away quite the thing. “It's terrible. There's been mass resignations. It's all falling apart...” he said to whoever he thought he was talking to. I didn't stop and left him standing there as I hurried up the road, the monologue continuing for who knows how long. A colleague was a few steps in front of me. Not someone I can say I really know, but seems a nice enough woman to be fair. But she turned round and made some quip about him being a politician or suchlike, that part passed me by to be honest. But what did hit home was when she said “I'm glad I'm not hanging around here. Ooff, (waving her hand in front of her nose) Ye can smell the drink off him eh.”. You may say that I'm no one to judge as I just walked on by as well. But I had no inclination to mock the man in the slightest. I really felt sorry for the guy. It made me think again about why I spent yesterday delivering leaflets for my local SNP candidate in the council elections. It made me think about why I am devoting so much of my time and energy on the fight for Independence.
I want to relay another story from earlier in the day. While on a cigarette break I bumped into an old colleague who had worked in the office a number of years ago. He was just passing by. When I knew him he was holding down the same job as myself and has always seemed a nice enough bloke. Anyway, he asked how I was doing, said I was looking good and suchlike. I thanked him and asked how he was doing. He said he had been kicked out of his girlfriend's and a friend's, so was now homeless. He was living at the homeless hostel next door to the office. I couldn't return the compliment to him as it would have just sounded cheeky or patronising. To save me giving too graphic a description, lets just say he looked like he was homeless, he didn't look well at all. So it was no surprise when he told me that he was dealing. His frankness was disturbing. Not because I felt that he was doing something morally wrong. That's a whole separate debate for another time. But due to his admission that “It's all ah ken eh. Some folk sell a bit ay weed and ah hae tae... ye ken dae ma thing tae get by.” I replied “ Aye, well ye ken I'm no one to judge.” At that he spotted a friend coming out of the hostel, hollered over and told me he had to go but it was nice to see me. I won't lie and say I wasn't relieved when the encounter was over.
Later on, after both of these incidents I counted no less that 12 homeless men on the way home from work. That works out at about 4 a mile. There are facilities all over the city for homeless people. There are facilities that attempt to re-home people, to help them with their drink and drug problems. To help get them back into work and to help them re-enter society in a vaguely meaningful way. How much of these problems are down to the individual and how much responsibility do we have a society? Johann Lamont attacked the First Minister a few weeks ago in Parliament because he could not guarantee that a single child or baby would ever die again in tragic circumstances. Salmond, quite responsibly, explained that no Government could ever make that promise. With that understanding in mind, none of us can or should claim that Scotland will become a land of milk and honey after independence. Even if we get to see a credible left wing government in this land. One that really does close the gap between rich and poor. That increases the council or housing association property stock. That increases the number of people from all backgrounds going on to free higher and further education. That increases the minimum wage. That gets rid of nuclear weapons. That does all these things and more. And that vision is certainly achievable. Maybe, unfortunately there will always be people who fall through the gaps in society. But that does not for one second mean we give up on those people. To be clear I am not in any sense advocating a Nanny State. But the day we can stop working to make things better is the day when no one falls through the gaps. That is a day that will never come.