A letter a day to number 10. No 1,303
Friday 01 January 2016.
Dear Mr Cameron,
For reasons which don’t concern you, yesterday was one of the hardest days of my life. What makes it worthy of mention in a letter to you is the degree of love and support I received from others, some from complete strangers, who were simply and beautifully kind and understanding and helped me through.
It is impossible to put a price on such care and consideration and it would be a travesty to do so. The sincerity of it transcends reason, duty, money, politics and inhuman policies and speaks to and uplifts the soul, or the heart; whatever you want to call it.
As a writer and in particular ‘A letter a day to Number 10’, I am very conscious of a growing expression of inhumanity which regards and treats people as mere objects with no regard for the worth and wonder of life and, as I’ve said before, this comes right from the top, government, demonising and dehumanising others. The great tragedy of this growing expression of brutality and inhumanity is that it harms everyone including those very people who seem to take vitriolic delight in hurting and putting others down.
Whilst such poor attitudes seem be more pervasive, I doubt that it is because of any great increase in numbers but rather those who might once have held such attitudes under some restraint are emboldened by what comes from government and the media to express their ill considered toxic views.
Those who think and care and value life are unpersuaded by the bluster of ignorance and whilst I am immune to adopting an attitude of hate, I am not immune to the consequences. Life becomes harder for all and hope, kindness and love must develop a greater inner strength to counter the toxic corrosiveness of hate.
You claimed we are a Christian country, then here’s what that should mean: “now these three abide: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love”.
It remains that love, care and kindness cannot be defeated or snuffed out like candles in the wind. They burn brighter and penetrate deeper even as the tears of suffering fall harder. That may mean nothing to you, but it means everything to me. I very much hope this year will see a much needed change for the better. It is already overdue.