TO whom it may concern in the Government:
I am a single working mother, a key worker within the private sector. I am fortunate enough to work from home, so I have been able to support my son intensely throughout the events since the pandemic started last March.
It is important – and that word is wanting in gravity in this circumstance – that you understand the damage you have collectively inflicted upon our future. The one word that you require to evidence the damage of your decisions is: Children.
Yes, children. You have sacrificed the future, our future, by sacrificing our children. By which I mean that your collective decision to wash your hands of our children’s education has resulted in negative mental health.
This is a clear sign of moral degeneracy by lockdown zealots, and it is an unforgiveable, and irreversible systemic change you have inflicted upon millions of children within our communities.
My son’s school regularly sends out self-congratulatory emails, laughably asking for morale-boosting feedback from us parents in order to support the full-pay teachers who spent the spring doing no work at all.
My son’s school neither deserves support, nor morale-boosting feedback from me as a parent, when those in charge have actively abandoned my son (and the other 900-plus children in their care), because of their public sector incompetence, and divisive political point-scoring by the unions with the Government.
In the spring lockdown, my son had two Zoom calls from his tutor. Two calls in four months. Two calls, lasting a total of 20 minutes. Twenty minutes in four months.
He was set the odd bit of classwork: e.g. ‘Find a production of Romeo and Juliet on YouTube, and watch it.’ No, ‘write a report’ or anything to substantiate that, not even ‘watch this free version online by the RSC’ (which, perversely, was freely available that same week online). No quality or sanity check.
My son submitted the little work he was set, but received no marks in response. Nothing. Like many state school children, he was abandoned and left bereft.
Being in a single-parent, one-child family, he was isolated for months with no social contact and none of the important peer contact, other than via electronic devices, that a developing brain requires.
For three months, he saw not a single other person but myself. We tried to write, cook, play games, go for walks (we are lucky enough to live near a river walk). But months of isolation, no schoolwork, no school support, no cognitive or social development through mixing with his peers, no light at the end of the tunnel, saw my son turn to drugs.
He put himself in harm’s way, because you communicated very clearly that he was expendable, a burden upon society, a mere inconvenience.
I will never forgive any lockdown zealot that has turned my relaxed, happy, intelligent child into one who has lamented the life he has been given, one in which he ‘cannot see any way out’.
He has despaired, and I mean that in the truest of senses. He has abandoned his faith, become hyper-vigilant over the ‘next press conference’, and the almost blissful way in which the mainstream media has speculated and reported leaks (to the point that I have had to limit even the limited electronic contact he has with his peers).
He has become anxious and deeply, existentially distressed. You, the Government, who have turned this pursuit of our children into a sport, are immoral. You, the lockdown zealots, have actively pursued this propaganda drive, have made our children your prey.
This has impacted my own mental health, often resulting in my sitting up at nights wondering how best to help my son, and trying my hardest to protect him.
Let me make this clear: I am not concerned about protecting him from himself, or from me, but from the people who are actively harming him: Namely, you the Government.
Who can blame my son for trying to dissipate the enormous stresses you have placed us under? I forgive my son, and I am proud of him, for being more of a noble human being than any of those of you in charge.
I love my son, and will continue to protect him from those that seek to harm him further by their indiscriminate cancellation of him as a valid human, and a valid part of our society, both now and in the future.
You have thrown my son’s mental health under the bus, his education too, and in so doing, his future. As a white working-class child, living within a single-parent household, he now has a future that is grey at best, irreversibly broken, and one which will be riddled with high taxes and the punishing aftermath of these restrictions, alongside a high-surveillance, highly-controlled society (I refuse to use the word civilisation in place of society here, as you robbed us of this in less than a single year).
You have robbed my son of a year of his life so far, a year of his education, a summer playing with his friends, a church to pray in, a life worth living, and a world he can explore.
You have sacrificed my son’s mental health and your ‘strategy’ has told him in no uncertain terms that he does not matter to society, and nor do his peers. You haven’t even had the decency to offer our children any hope, no ‘exit strategy’. You are holding him, and all of our children, hostage.
He is lucky that I have the mind to recognise what it is that you and the schools have actively done to our children, but how many others do not? How many others are continuing to take drugs, to self-harm, to be sexually abused, to have no care or love from their parents?
There are many children who you have directly put in harm’s way now, locking them up with their abusers, and abandoning them in their thousands.
You who make these decisions are in the plainest of terms morally degenerate, and you deserve no forgiveness, no excuses, and no compassion.
Judgment day will come for you who have behaved like Herod, and when justice is meted out, no human will be there to defend you.
You have contravened the human rights of my son as an individual, and all of our children’s rights and freedoms have been discarded – a child’s freedom to love, to an education, to be with their friends, to feel the sun on their face, to walk freely in their streets or sit on a bench is sacrosanct. Divine justice will come for those that have abandoned our children.
I, for one, will never forgive those who have harmed my son, who have sacrificed his human rights so easily, so calmly, so wholeheartedly.
I will make sure my son is there on his way up, to see you on your way down.