Karine Polwart’s cover of Deacon Blue’s song, Dignity, has kept me company throughout the pandemic. I love the stripped-back simplicity and the clarity of her vocals. 

For a while in lockdown the song was a source of hope – an old friend reminding me to trust there would be a day when travel and freedom would be possible again. In the meantime, it helped me take comfort in the familiarity of the small coastal town where I live. “There’s a man I meet, walks up our street, he’s a worker for the Council, has been 20 years” …Yes. Yes there is. Even at the height of lockdown, I would pass council workers day-by-day on the High Street and we’d smile and say hello as we went about our business. I have been here 4 years, but some of them have been here all their lives, quietly keeping things running, and being paid a pittance for the privilege.

And now, in the last few weeks, as furlough support and now the uplift in Universal Credit have been scrapped, this song has been reframed for me into something else: a ballad of lament and a reflection on injustice that ignites a flame of anger in me.

I heard on the news today that the reduction in Universal Credit is the biggest effective cut ever imposed, reducing some people’s income by 10% in the midst of massive rises in fuel costs, and at the onset of winter. I know people, and I bet you do too, whose already tight budgets will be forced into the red by this change. It will rob people of dignity. 

My Christian faith teaches me to pursue a society where God-given dignity is nurtured in all people. It’s not complicated, really. We’re all Jock Tamson’s bairns, created in the Divine Image. In ancient times, the scriptures taught that the widow, the orphan and the stranger were to be accorded special care because of their vulnerability. We are charged with the imperative to look after for those who are most in need. When we fail, the prophets call us repentance on pain of disaster. Justice, we are told, will roll like a river and righteousness like a mighty stream (Amos 5:4).

In my mind’s eye, Bogie wraps his sandwiches, in that same old bread-bag day by day, and walks up the street to begin his work. It’s cold and wet, but he trusts that with perseverance and saving he can put a little money by each week. It may be hard graft, but slowly he can build towards a dream for the future.

Hope and dignity go hand in hand, and this week the ship called Dignity sailed further out of reach for many people.

As I listen to this song again today, I think about home. I think about faith. I think about work. I think how good it would be, to be here some day with everyone on a ship called Dignity.

Hope must not be allowed to die. I hear a prophetic voice cry “injustice” and I resolve to stand against it.

  4 comments for “Dignity

  1. October 6, 2021 at 1:11 pm

    YES! To be honest you had me at Karine Polwart, but I share your heartbreak and anger. How dare this pitiless government act in such a way as to choose injustice?

    • October 6, 2021 at 2:53 pm

      I couldn’t agree more. It gives me the rage. 😥

  2. Mum
    October 6, 2021 at 3:15 pm

    A song to make one think- thank you. And thank you for the blog.

  3. Heather
    October 6, 2021 at 9:27 pm

    I always think of Vicky when I hear mention of Karine Polwart, especially that version of “Dignity”. You write very well, Diana, about the travesty of the UK government not supporting the poorest in our society or providing meaningful ways out of poverty.

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