The thing that strikes me most about the whole Manston cpo
issue is that after all this time pursuing one of the largest cpo’s a uk
council have ever considered, the council still hasn’t reached the stage where
they hold even the most basic of online consultations asking us the taxpayers
if we want them to buy the Manston Airport site so their partner can build an
airfreight hub that we won’t be able to fly from.
At least the previous large public pressure group No Night
Flights managed to achieve this, which gave a measurable mandate to their
cause.
After years of going round my bookshop writing down or
trying to remember which books I had of a particular author, while I went and
compared the memory or the list with the ones in the store, so I could top up
the ones that had sold, I have switched to taking a photo with my tablet and
then looking at it on the tablet screen in my bookstore.
Having been a disabled child during the 1950s and 1960s in
the UK is a bit like being a concentration camp survivor, but more difficult to
explain and my children wanted to know what it was like.
I can tell them that the NHS used 75 children at my school
as guinea pigs, which resulted in their deaths, because chimpanzees were thought to
be too expensive, this is well recorded on the internet, but pretty depressing
reading.
I can tell them that children were often experimented on in
different ways, for instance the NHS tried one of the birth control pills that
partly worked by clotting blood, on a load of boys there who had a disease
where there blood didn’t clot properly, which resulted in them all developing
breasts.
Anyway I found a promotional video for my old school
produced a few years before I went there, it is the closest I have ever seen to
expressing what being a disabled child then was like. I could tell from the expressions on they youf of today that they were getting the idea,
I particularly remember the operating theatre although I was at the school for about four years and only visited it on two occasions.
I particularly remember the operating theatre although I was at the school for about four years and only visited it on two occasions.
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Comments, since I started writing this blog in 2007 the way the internet works has changed a lot, comments and dialogue here were once viable in an open and anonymous sense. Now if you comment here I will only allow the comment if it seems to make sense and be related to what the post is about. I link the majority of my posts to the main local Facebook groups and to my Facebook account, “Michael Child” I guess the main Ramsgate Facebook group is We Love Ramsgate. For the most part the comments and dialogue related to the posts here goes on there. As for the rest of it, well this blog handles images better than Facebook, which is why I don’t post directly to my Facebook account, although if I take a lot of photos I am so lazy that I paste them directly from my camera card to my bookshop website and put a link on this blog.