“The society which has abolished every kind of adventure makes its own abolition the only possible adventure.” Paris, May 1968


Saturday, 26 July 2014

Riff-raff round the back.

Segregated entrances to buildings sounds like something from the Jim Crow days of the Deep South or apartheid South Africa but in London today segregation is all about the colour of money. New luxury developments that have had to provide a few so called affordable housing units in order to get planning permission, are making sure that wealthy apartment owners never have to share a lift with the "affordables". Rich city types have no desire to mingle with the riff-raff so architects have created separate entrances, known as "poor doors" in the trade, so that the coke fuelled Armani set never have to suffer shellsuited oiks cluttering up the vestibule eating whelk sandwiches and saveloy and chips out of a newspaper.
Truly society is like a stew. It need a good stir from time to time or a scum forms on the top.

4 comments:

Dr Llareggub said...

They used to have a door saying Tradesmans's Entrance to houses of the rich, round the back for yer working classes. For a while Mum worked as a maid, and recalled how the Butler - the most hated member of the household for his identification with the toffs - would rudely escort the unwashed to this entrance.

gitane said...

And here's the positive side.

I am a back door man
I am a back door man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls understand

When everybody's sound asleep
I'm somewhere making my midnight creep
Yes, in the morning, the rooster crow
Something tell me, I got to go

I am a back door man
I am a back door man
Well, the men don't know
But little girls understand

They take me to the doctor, shot full of holes
Nurse cried, please save the soul
Killed him for murder, first degree
Judge's wife cried, let the man go free

I am a back door man
I am a back door man
Well, the men don't know
But little girls understand

Stand out there, cop's wife cried
Don't take him down, rather be dead, six feets in the ground
When you come home you can eat pork and beans
I eats mo' chicken any man seen

I am a back door man
I am a back door man

Read more: Howlin' Wolf - Back Door Man Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Dr Llareggub said...

There's a photo doing the rounds of the most dangerous man in Britain about to tear one offending door off its hinges.

Dr Llareggub said...

Apologies for returning to this topic, but I do feel that pushing the analogy between rich snobs operating a spiteful and hateful two door policy and apartheid, actually trivializes a struggle against a bloody, murderous, oppressive regime, in which countless Africans died. Unfortunately the organs of Class War will not allow this to be discussed. But it does a legitimate protest no good to make this comparison a central issue in the posters.
One might even say that the rich are using their influence to avoid having to use doorways leading to stairs and lifts that stink of piss. But then that is the rich for you. They always look after themselves.
As for segregation, Class War leaders refused to acknowledge objections to gender segregation in universities earlier this year, so it seems there is some kind of selectivity at work here.
Please hit, and hit hard, but use the right weapons and slogans.

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