When I was younger, I saw what I thought, and I still think, to be great hardships and injustices suffered by good and kind people. It seemed to me that ordinary people, including my own parents, worked hard and conscientiously, remained honest and decent; and yet, for reward, found it week after week and year after year, well-nigh impossible to pay for their modest and most essential needs; and that, I thought, most unfair.
Inevitably, I became a member of the Labour Party and of the Trade Union movement, the two movements, as it seemed to me, equally founded in the determination to justice done to ordinary working people. But an intense dislike of injustice and oppression is not of itself a good foundation for a sense of