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The Ghetto.

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 our maidens by the thousand on the street;There the master scrimps his haggard seamstress of her daily bread;There a 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.

-TENNYSON.

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.

The application of the Golden Rule determines that East London is an unfit place in which to live.Where you would not have your own babe live, and develop, and gather to itself knowledge of life and the things of life, is not a fit place for the babes of other men to live, and develop, and gather to themselves knowledge of life and the things of life.It is a simple thing, this Golden Rule, and all that is required.Political economy and the survival of the fittest can go hang if they say otherwise.What is not good enough for you is not good enough for other men, and there's no more to be said.

There are 300,000 people in London, divided into families, that live in one-room tenements.Far, far more live in two and three rooms and are as badly crowded, regardless of sex, as those that live in one room.The law demands 400 cubic feet of space for each person.In army barracks each soldier is allowed 600 cubic feet.Professor Huxley, at one time himself a medical officer in East London, always held that each person should have 800 cubic feet of space, and that it should be well ventilated with pure air.Yet in London there are 900,000people living in less than the 400 cubic feet prescribed by the law.

Mr.Charles Booth, who engaged in a systematic work of years in charting and classifying the toiling city population, estimates that there are 1,800,000 people in London who are poor and very poor.It is of interest to mark what he terms poor.By poor he means families which have a total weekly income of from $4.50 to $5.25.The very poor fall greatly below this standard.

The workers, as a class, are being more and more segregated by their economic masters; and this process, with its jamming and overcrowding, tends not so much towards immorality as unmorality.Here is an extract from a recent meeting of the London County Council, terse and bald, but with a wealth of horror to be read between the lines:

Mr.Bruce asked the Chairman of the Public Health Committee whether his attention had been called to a number of cases of serious overcrowding in the East End.In St.Georges-in-the-East a man and his wife and their family of eight occupied one small room.This family consisted of five daughters, aged twenty, seventeen, eight, four, and an infant, and three sons, aged fifteen, thirteen, and twelve.In Whitechapel a man and his wife and their three daughters, aged sixteen, eight, and four, and two sons, aged ten and twelve years, occupied a smaller room.In Bethnal Green a man and his wife, with four sons, aged twenty-three, twenty-one, nineteen, and sixteen, and two daughters, aged fourteen and seven, were also found in one room.He asked whether it was not the duty of the various local authorities to prevent such serious overcrowding.