Reader, today I am Disgusted in Stoke Newington and you will have to excuse the departure from normal programming while I have a little rant.
At the weekend, I visited the Folon Foundation. There are a few pervading motifs throughout Folon’s body of illustrations; notably that of a lone, shrouded figure, and an outstretched hand. Those two symbols were at the forefront of my mind this morning as I read a Guardian piece on the rise of foodbanks in the UK.
I am horrified that the same government that is granting huge tax breaks to corporate sponsors during the Olympics is cutting off income support from the poorest members of society, forcing them to turn to charity for food. Is this 2012, or have we travelled back in time to the Victorian era?
I know there is very little—beyond making my feelings known in the general election and signing each and every petition out there—that I can do to change government policy. But I can do one thing: I can help these poor people—and not just by paying my taxes.
Tomorrow is new budget day, and I will assign a portion of next week’s cash to putting my money where my mouth is. My local foodbank needs people to donate the following:
Milk (UHT or powdered)
Fruit Juice (carton)
Sponge pudding (tinned)
Rice pudding (tinned)
Tea bags / Instant coffee
Instant mash potato
Tinned meat / fish
Biscuits / snack bars
Find your local foodbank here. I wonder if Jimmy Carr would be willing to donate?