The People of the Abyss eBook

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   Is it well that while we range with Science, glorying in the time,
   City children soak and blacken soul and sense in city slime? 
   There among the gloomy alleys Progress halts on palsied feet;
   Crime and hunger cast out maidens by the thousand on the street;

   There the master scrimps his haggard seamstress of her daily bread;
   There the single sordid attic holds the living and the dead;
   There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor,
   And the crowded couch of incest, in the warrens of the poor.

At one time the nations of Europe confined the undesirable Jews in city ghettos.  But to-day the dominant economic class, by less arbitrary but none the less rigorous methods, has confined the undesirable yet necessary workers into ghettos of remarkable meanness and vastness.  East London is such a ghetto, where the rich and the powerful do not dwell, and the traveller cometh not, and where two million workers swarm, procreate, and die.

It must not be supposed that all the workers of London are crowded into the East End, but the tide is setting strongly in that direction.  The poor quarters of the city proper are constantly being destroyed, and the main stream of the unhoused is toward the east.  In the last twelve years, one district, “London over the Border,” as it is called, which lies well beyond Aldgate, Whitechapel, and Mile End, has increased 260,000, or over sixty per cent.  The churches in this district, by the way, can seat but one in every thirty-seven of the added population.

The City of Dreadful Monotony, the East End is often called, especially by well-fed, optimistic sightseers, who look over the surface of things and are merely shocked by the intolerable sameness and meanness of it all.  If the East End is worthy of no worse title than The City of Dreadful Monotony, and if working people are unworthy of variety and beauty and surprise, it would not be such a bad place in which to live.  But the East End does merit a worse title.  It should be called The City of Degradation.

While it is not a city of slums, as some people imagine, it may well be said to be one gigantic slum.  From the standpoint of simple decency and clean manhood and womanhood, any mean street, of all its mean streets, is a slum.  Where sights and sounds abound which neither you nor I would care to have our children see and hear is a place where no man’s children should live, and see, and hear.  Where you and I would not care to have our wives pass their lives is a place where no other man’s wife should have to pass her life.  For here, in the East End, the obscenities and brute vulgarities of life are rampant.  There is no privacy.  The bad corrupts the good, and all fester together.  Innocent childhood is sweet and beautiful:  but in East London innocence is a fleeting thing, and you must catch them before they crawl out of the cradle, or you will find the very babes as unholily wise as you.

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