BULL’S EYE: Come on all you artisans, get your hands dirty
Outside the rustic ‘micro’ paradise, we have deemed blue-collar work in the larger economy redundant
You can only blunder forward in the spirit of “alles sal regkom” for so long. We’ve lived in faith that a righteous outcome will fall in our laps if we keep on keeping on, but lately it’s sounding furtive and hopeless. One senses no one quite knows what to do.
There is the usual pie in the sky piffle from the ruling party; the countering solution-free blather by the official opposition; yet nobody has the wit to tell us what can be done. No jobs, no future: it’s all very pre-Thatcher Britain.
We live in a peculiar global era flavoured by the “artisanal”, be it bread, beer, coffee or blinking doughnuts. We adore the homespun virtues of doing it yourself, of getting your hands grubby. Yet outside this rustic “micro” paradise, we seem to have deemed blue-collar work in the larger economy redundant...