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[The "wretched tenements" referred to
below were in the area known as the Old Nichol. It became famous as the Jago in
Arthur Morrison's A Child of the Jago, and it's thought that Morrison
may have named it after the Reverend Jay: Jay-go.] A FEW years ago the wretched tenements which the
County Council is now razing to the ground in Bethnal-green harbored the most
abandoned characters of London. Crime and immorality ran riot, and what efforts
the clergy and police put forward to grapple with the deplorable condition of
affairs were of no avail. Nothing remained but to clear the area, and this the
County Council has done at a cost of £300,000. In the midst of this area
however, upon which the new buildings are being erected, stands the Church of
Holy Trinity, of which the Rev. Osborne Jay is vicar. It stands where
previously existed the worst court in the worst spot in the metropolis. It is a
small church capable of seating about 400 people, but has cost £20,000.
The church has, however, a very handsome interior, and was greatly admired by
the late President of the Royal Academy. The chief feature of Holy Trinity is
not the fact that it is the only consecrated church in England built on the
first floor, nor the fact that it is beautiful, but that in its congregations
can be found men who would not attend any other place of worship. The secret is
in Mr. Jay. He has used common-sense methods of getting hold of the people.
Nine years ago, when he first went into this awful district, he had no church.
It was, however, necessary that he should have one of some kind, and after a
long search for a suitable building, he utilised a loft over a row of stables.
The loft was reached by a kind of ladder, and the children could communicate
with the horses below through the holes above the mangers. In addition to this
hay-loft church, Mr. Jay started a club for men in a cheese and bacon
warehouse, the subscription to which was a penny a week. Here the men were
allowed to smoke and sing, play cards, dominoes, or bagatelle, indulge in
gymnastic exercises, or, with their fists enclosed in boxing-gloves, punch each
other about to their heart's content. Even with these great temptations the men
were not readily won over, but Mr. Jay has now gained the success which his
energy and devotion deserve. He has at the present time on this Boundary-street
area, beneath one roof, a church, a clubroom, a gymnasium, and a lodging-house.
The church is, so to speak, a continuation of the stable loft, and the
club-room an extension of the bacon warehouse. There are, practically, only
three rules which govern the club life, and they are not very exacting. The fee
is a penny a week ; members must be over 18 years of age, and live in the
district. There are 500 members, and the average nightly attendance is 150. It
will astonish many good folk to know that there are thieves and loafers among
the patrons of the club. Mr. Jay, however, thinks that they are better in the
club than elsewhere. The lodging-house is certified to accommodate 92 men, but
Mr. Jay will not take more than 48. With this number the house pays its way and
is not crowded. The fees are half-a-crown a week for the use of the kitchen and
a cubicle, and two shillings for a bedroom with other lodgers and the common
use of the kitchen. Besides this house, there is also a free shelter in the
club-room, where a few selected out-of-works are allowed to sleep.
In church work Mr. Jay has been singularly
successful. Every Sunday the church is crowded at all services, and over 1,800
communions were made during the year by the poor and ignorant parishioners.
There are Sunday- schools with an aggregate of 1,000 scholars, who, twice on
Sundays, pack the church to the doors. But Mr. Jay does not only feed the
children spiritually, on Sunday mornings he gives some hundreds of them a free
breakfast, and prevents, in this way, the poor mites from sitting hungrily
through the school hours. Mothers' meetings are held on Tuesday and Thursday
afternoons; there are about 600 members. At present Mr. Jay employs sisters
from Kilburn, but when the new mission-house is built, at a cost of
£5,000, there will be room for resident sisters. The building will also
contain two large halls each seating 300 people, several smaller rooms for
general purposes, and a bath-room where mothers can wash their children.
After nine years' work amongst the most desperate and depraved characters in
London, Mr. Jay's opinions on the solution of the great social problem are full
of interest. In an interview with Mr. Jay on this subject a representative of
this journal asked:
"What do you think was the great cause of the degradation which used to
exist here, Mr. Jay?"
"There were, no doubt, several reasons, but it is my opinon that
poverty was the chief. There is no temptation like that of poverty. It is the
greatest that can fall in the way of any man or woman. It fills our prisons and
turns honesty into crime and virtue into dishonor. But it must also be
remembered that at the very outset of our social problem we are met by the
incontrovertible fact that the major portion of the submerged and semi-criminal
class are in their present position through physical, moral, and mental
peculiarities. They have no nerve nutrition, no energy or staying power. Again,
their natural gifts are small. Cunning, not wisdom ; sharpness, not
intelligence, are stamped even on their faces. And yet all the time the
well-to-do virtuous classes, walled off from temptation, surrounded by all that
conduces to right living, wrap themselves in the wretched mantle of their
detestable hypocrisy and pretend to believe that all in this life have equal
chances, and must be uniformly fairly judged. But science in unmistakable
accents teaches the reverse. It is easy to talk about laziness and lack of
thrift, and to moralise over opportunities lost or power misapplied, but we
forget that there is this large class which never had a fair chance of being
quickened into life."
"But in what way do you think the problem can be solved ?"
"There is, it seems
to me, only one solution to this problem. Education has failed, religious work
cannot he expected to do what is needed, the Poor Law and prison systems are
alike ineffective, and universal charity cannot rightly be considered a real
factor in the case. The only method, I think, is to stop the supply of persons
born to be lazy, immoral, and deficient in intellect. This can only be done by
sending the present stock of them to what I will call a penal settlement. The
submerged constitute a peculiar separate class, and yet people are so afraid of
weakening individual responsibility that, though they may be forced to agree to
these things, they persist in going on with the dreary old routine of injustice
which we have inherited from our forefathers. We have with us a large,
miserable, and costly class, which, by our own folly, increases daily. Are we
merely to please ourselves and satisfy our own idle inherited theories - to go
on treating them as exactly like everybody else ? The fact is, all men are not
equal, nor can they be treated as such. This, through no fault of their own, I
grant; but we can prevent them bringing into the world children stamped with
the character of their parents."
"But what is the nature of the settlement you propose, Mr. Jay?"
"It would be a
settlement where the class I have spoken of should be kept for life. In many
respects it would resemble a prison, only, of course, larger and far less
gloomy. It should be possessed of all appliances for physical development and
well-being, gardens, covered promenades, a gymnasium, and baths of all
descriptions, recreation rooms, reading rooms, and even a theatre and concert
room. The inmates should be treated as well as, say, the inmates of Hanwell. In
such a place there would necessarily be the possibility of recourse to
punishment, solitary confinement, or even an application of corporal
punishment, but I think the inmates could be ruled without punishment. It is
one thing to go to prison for a few years, and quite another to settle down in
a penal settlement for life, especially as the latter would offer every
incentive to good conduct. To the submerged temperament such a place would be
the best home they had ever known, and in time it might be that poor creatures,
acknowledging their own weakness, knowing the dreary bitterness of the past,
would gladly, many of them, be put where they would lose some liberty, but gain
a better and perhaps a happier life. The officers of the settlement would have
to be chosen wisely and trained carefully. Human sympathy would be, perhaps,
their most necessary qualification. No nobler surrender could be imagined than
that which would bring those in easy and comfortable circumstances to look on
it as an honor to serve in any capacity these the least of their
brethren."
"How would you define what persons are suitable for inmates of this
settlement, Mr. Jay?"
"It could, I think, be easily settled that any one convicted the second
or third time, even for stealing, could be made the subject of a careful
examination by a hoard of experts in criminal anthropology, both physical and
psychical. Their unbiassed unanimous judgment on any given case would carry
certain conviction to the mind of all thinking persons."
"But would there not be a great outcry against shutting human beings
off from all contact with the outside world?"
"No doubt; but the public must be educated to the idea. But it can
scarcely be rationally argued that society has a right to condemn criminal
lunatics and others to life-long imprisonment, and yet possess no authority to
act in a similar preventive manner as regards the semi-criminals of our
everyday experience. There could of course be reformatories as well as penal
settlements; but freedom is not licence, and it is, on the whole, a thousand
times more humane to place persons who possess no power of guiding themselves
where they can neither harm themselves nor other people. The new method sounds
drastic and harsh, but it must be remembered that a virulent fever cannot be
cured by doses of treacle. The time has come when something must be done : why
not at least try this new method, which seems to promise and portends so
much?"
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