Wasted Journeys to Westminster? Julia Jones

Campaigners & friends March 9th 2022

On March 9th last year (2022)  I travelled to Westminster with friends and fellow-campaigners, lobbying for the legal right to a care supporter -- caregiver, care partner... The terminology doesn't matter too much. It's the right to have someone who we love to be with us in a time of need. This might be when we're in a hospital, a care home, a mental health unit or anywhere else in our fragmented health and care system where we're likely to feel powerless and afraid.

I wrote a blog before I left  home, listing just a few of the unseen people who would be travelling to London with me.  I mentioned Daniel, repeatedly put into ‘seclusion’ in a mental health unit when he cried out for his wife.

I remembered Riya, a woman younger than me, struggling to recover from a stroke among people who didn’t speak her language or understand the ritual dimension of her food needs. Riya was lucky to be alive but her doctors found her apathetic and her family were certain that she needed them to comfort and interpret for her and simply hold her hand.

It would be hard to forget Betty, sent into a care home from hospital for a fortnight’s respite while equipment was installed to enable her to return home safely to live with her friend Rosemary. No one told them that this would mean strict isolation and a lonely death for which Betty's GP ‘could find no physical cause’. There was Tom, as well, a man in his 30s with a regressive condition which had reduced him to pre-toddlerhood, wearing nappies, crawling, no longer able to speak. Government guidance insisted that Tom must have either accommodation in a specialist facility or access to the love and understanding of his elderly parents. Not both. Why not?

Susan and David had travelled there in person to tell MPs about the damage that separation was inflicting on their profoundly disabled daughter. Wendy, living with dementia, explained the dangers of being questioned alone in hospital when you can’t reliably remember. John expressed the anguish of being prevented from caring for his wife, Lesley.  Anne talked about being given more time with her mother’s dead body than the total she’d been ‘allowed’ during the 16 months her mother had lived in a care home. We all knew that this was our chance to make the politicians understand.

‘Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller

Knocking on the moonlit door

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses

Of the forest’s ferny floor.

Tracey Crouch (centre), Dan Carden & Liz Saville Roberts
 (facing camera)

The MPs listened. Tracey Crouch MP -- who was co-chairing this all-party event together with  Dan Carden MP, Daisy Cooper MP and Liz Saville Roberts MP -- said she had arrived sceptical but within less than 15 minutes had been convinced of the need for legal change. ‘Who could possibly be opposed to this?’ asked Hilary Benn MP. ‘I thought it was our job to make the laws!’ Thangham Debbonare MP burst out when a speaker described the constantly shifting ‘rules’ imposed on families. Peter Dowd MP went straight from the event into Prime Minister Questions and described the ‘harrowing’ experiences he had just heard.

And a bird flew up out of the turret

Above the Traveller’s head

As he smote upon the door a second time

Is there anybody there? he said.

Then Gillian Keegan MP, the Care Minister arrived, tossing her wavy locks and smoothing her full-skirted frock. ‘I get it,’ she said. ‘I really get it!’ It was obvious that she didn’t ‘get it’ at all because she hadn’t even pretended to listen. As one campaigner described it afterwards, it was as if all the life and warmth and understanding was sucked from the room. 

But no-one descended to the Traveller.

No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes

Where he stood perplexed and still.

One of the harsh lessons we have been learning is how little real power MPs have, even the most clear-eared and best-hearted listeners among them. Sixty backbench MPs from all parties had signed the call for change that had achieved this March 2022 meeting yet they were effectively being disregarded.

But only a host of phantom listeners

That dwelt in the dark house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight

To that voice from the world of men.

The core group of MPs continued to use the remnants of democratic procedure . In October 2022 Dan Carden MP, Tracey Crouch MP, Daisy Cooper MP and Liz Saville Roberts MP secured a backbench business debate in the chamber of the House of Commons. Again, we travelled to London, bringing other people's anguish with us. Again, there was eloquence and understanding from the parliamentarians and this time the new Care Minister Helen Whately MP attended throughout. 

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair

That goes down to the empty hall,

Harkening in the air stirred and shaken

By the lonely Traveller’s call.

She listened. At the end of the debate she convinced us that she had heard and would act. We believed her. A few days later we were invited to her office in the Department of Health together with smiling, apparently friendly civil servants. We made our case -- once again. We posed for photos. We offered  names of professionals throughout the health and care service who would help to implement the simple legal right we sought. We believed we had been heard and action would follow.

Helen Whately, Diane Mayhew & Jenny Morison, Helen Wildbore, Julia Jones

Afterwards I went to sit in the domed space of Westminster Cathedral to let my happiness settle. 

Silence returned like disturbed dust descending. More months passed. My fellow-campaigners and I  realised, reluctantly that we'd failed to pay sufficient attention to the moment when the Care Minister glanced towards an office next door and mentioned that she couldn’t answer for Health. We hadn’t then understood the impenetrability of the divide that separates one set of civil servants and advisers from another.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness

Their stillness answering his cry.

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf

Neath the starred and leafy sky.

For he suddenly smote on the door even

Louder, and lifted his head.

‘Tell them I came and no one answered,

That I kept my word,’ he said.

As we began to experience the departmental inertia we asked other organisations to sign the paper that explains our simple request. More than sixty charities, care providers, disability support groups have since added their logos to our list. Together with the sixty MPs and people they represent, our request for legal change now comes from millions, not thousands of people.More join every day.

It appears, however, that this means nothing to the Social Care civil servants who are tasked to listen but don’t hear, or to the Health ministers who won’t answer. Instead the DHSC plays its own quietly divisive political game, suggesting different ‘concessions’ to different groups, keeping people separate and using demands for 'confidentiality' to cloak inaction and suppress debate.

Never the least stir made the listeners

Though every word he spoke

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house

From the one man left awake.

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup

The sound of iron on stone

And how the silence surged softly backwards

When the plunging hooves were gone.

When I used to read this poem ('The Listeners' by Walter de la Mare) to my mother in the care home where she spent her last years of her life, I always felt a little let down by de la Mare's ending. That last word ‘gone’ is weak as a rhyme with ‘stone’. And anyway I didn't think the narrator should have galloped away, I think he should have gone in and faced the silence.

My fellow campaigners and I haven’t been reading poetry for the last few days, as we approach the March 9th anniversary of that first Parliamentary event, we’ve been reading What’s App messages.  I read a message from Helen Whately MP: ‘To prevent husbands seeing wives because they happen to live in care homes for months and months is inhumane'. She also appears to have understood the risk of ‘lives lost because of old people just giving up as well as Covid’. But when her insights were brushed aside by the Secretary of State, she appears to have accepted this.

I remember watching her giving evidence to the Joint Committee on Human Rights, obviously disagreeing with the policy of effective imprisonment for people living in care homes yet deferring to the unelected Public Health official Dr Eamonn O’Moore (responsible for care homes and prisons) as he prolonged the lock-in for fellow adults whose voices he wouldn’t hear. How is this ethical? How is it democratic?

Former education secretary Gavin Williamson has wondered aloud whether he should have resigned when he lost his battle for children’s continuing in school. But he didn’t. 

Has Helen Whately, has any government minister cared so passionately for the damage inflicted on separated families that they’ve thought about leaving the stifling alienation of the DHSC and galloping away into the night, shouting for human rights? No.

Well, we’re not leaving either. In fact, I’m tempted to pick up the stone from the end of Walter de la Mare’s poem and throw it at their gleaming glass facade. Whatever it takes to shatter the silos' silence.

The Department of Health & Social Care
39, Victoria Street, London


Unknown said…
I can't believe Helen Whatley has let you down.
They talk the talk but nothing more.
I feel so frustrated so can't even begin to imagine how you all feel.
Thank you for continuing to fight for us all.
Julia jones said…
Thank you. I think she's bullied and impotent -- but as a minister she ought to b able to fight. The people who really shock me are the civil servants who are meant to advise and find ways to do what ministers want but behave as if THEY are in a bunker, (There doesn't mean there aren't some good ones somewhere. We don't seem to have met them yet)
Jan Needle said…
Thanks for fighting, Julia. The time for despair, I suppose, is never. Hard though, isn't it?
Julia jones said…
The time for brick-slinging will come before the time for despair. I am pleased to be a 'core participant' in the COVID enquiry though I fear it'll be brick-slinging through thick ooze. Help will be needed to take careful aim...
Peter Leyland said…
Very moving Julia. We must be angry at what is happening in our so called caring society as you show here and the use of the de la Mare poem is brilliant. If enough people shout, things will change. I really believe that.

Yours from an eternal optimist.
Julia jones said…
Thanks Peter. I'm an optimist too - but sometimes it's hard
Manducci said…
As excellent piece, Julia. This would make for a very disheartening read were it not for the lessons learned and the fact that those who campaigned aren't going away! If anything, armed with the wisdom gleaned from our experience, we will collectively be better equipped to fight the fight.

I say 'we', but in truth, some campaigners were sidelined and ostracised for our stance at the time, which argued that lobbying Ministers without wider political engagement and activism on the ground to win wider public support, was unlikely to bear much fruit.

I truly hope that as campaigners with common cause, we can all move forward, put our differencs behind us, and come together in solidarity and common purpose as we seek justice for those who lost their lives because of the decisions taken by Ministers and civil servants behind closed doors. You are right: the decisions taken were neither ethical nor democratic. We need to stand together and make the case for reasserting our democratic rights and putting the public front and centre of political decision making.

Thank you Julia for all you have done and continue to do to champion the interests and democratic rights of older adults and other vulnerabl members of our society.
misha said…
Keep fighting. I am in awe of your tenacity and courage.

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