More babies come.There is not room in which to turn around.The youngsters run the streets, and by the time they are twelve or fourteen the room-issue comes to a head, and out they go on the streets for good.The boy, if he be lucky, can manage to make the common lodging-houses, and he may have any one of several ends.But the girl of fourteen or fifteen, forced in this manner to leave the one room called home, and able to earn at the best a paltry five or six shillings per week, can have but one end.And the bitter end of that one end is such as that the woman whose body the police found this morning in a doorway on Dorset Street, Whitechapel.Homeless, shelterless, sick, with no one with her in her last hour, she had died in the night of exposure.She was sixty-two years old and a match vender.She died as a wild animal dies.
Fresh in my mind is the picture of a boy in the dock of an East End police court.His head was barely visible above the railing.He was being proved guilty of stealing two shillings from a woman, which he had spent, not for candy and cakes and a good time, but for food.
'Why didn't you ask the woman for food?' the magistrate demanded, in a hurt sort of tone.'She would surely have given you something to eat.'
'If I 'ad arsked 'er, I'd got locked up for beggin',' was the boy's reply.
The magistrate knitted his brows and accepted the rebuke.Nobody knew the boy, nor his father or mother.He was without beginning or antecedents, a waif, a stray, a young cub seeking his food in the jungle of empire, preying upon the weak and being preyed upon by the strong.
The people who try to help gather up the Ghetto children and send them away on a day's outing to the country.They believe that not very many children reach the age of ten without having had at least one day there.Of this, a writer says: 'The mental change caused by one day so spent must not be undervalued.Whatever the circumstances, the children learn the meaning of fields and woods, so that descriptions of country scenery in the books they read, which before conveyed no impression, become now intelligible.'
One day in the fields and woods, if they are lucky enough to be picked up by the people who try to help! And they are being born faster every day than they can be carted off to the fields and woods for the one day in their lives.One day! In all their lives, one day! And for the rest of the days, as the boy told a certain bishop, 'At ten we 'ops the wag; at thirteen we nicks things; an' at sixteen we bashes the copper.' Which is to say, at ten they play truant, at thirteen steal, and at sixteen are sufficiently developed hooligans to smash the policemen.
The Rev.J.Cartmel Robinson tells of a boy and girl of his parish, who set out to walk to the forest.They walked and walked through the never-ending streets, expecting always to see it by and by; until they sat down at last, faint and despairing, and were rescued by a kind woman who brought them back.Evidently they had been overlooked by the people who try to help.
The same gentleman is authority for the statement that in a street in Hoxton (a district of the vast East End), over seven hundred children, between five and thirteen years, live in eighty small houses.And he adds: 'It is because London has largely shut her children in a maze of streets and houses and robbed them of their rightful inheritance in sky and field and brook, that they grow up to be men and women physically unfit.'
He tells of a member of his congregation who let a basement room to a married couple.'They said they had two children; when they got possession it turned out that they had four.After a while a fifth appeared, and the landlord gave them notice to quit.They paid no attention to it.Then the sanitary inspector, who has to wink at the law so often, came in and threatened my friend with legal proceedings.
He pleaded that he could not get them out.They pleaded that nobody would have them with so many children at a rental within their means, which is one of the commonest complaints of the poor, by the bye.What was to be done? The landlord was between two millstones.
Finally he applied to the magistrate, who sent up an officer to inquire into the case.Since that time about twenty days have elapsed, and nothing has yet been done.Is this a singular case? By no means;it is quite common.'
Last week the police raided a disorderly house.In one room were found two young children.They were arrested and charged with being inmates the same as the women had been.Their father appeared at the trial.He stated that himself and wife and two older children, besides the two in the dock, occupied that room; he stated also that he occupied it because he could get no other room for the half-crown a week he paid for it.The magistrate discharged the two juvenile offenders and warned the father that he was bringing his children up unhealthily.
But there is need further to multiply instances.In London the slaughter of the innocents goes on on a scale more stupendous than any before in the history of the world.And equally stupendous is the callousness of the people who believe in Christ, acknowledge God, and go to church regularly on Sunday.For the rest of the week they riot about on the rents and profits which come to them from the East End stained with the blood of the children.Also, at times, so peculiarly are they made, they will take half a million of these rents and profits and send it away to educate the black boys of the Soudan.
