Finally, I watched I, Daniel Blake last night.
I missed all the hysteria and controversy that surrounded Cathy Come Home 50 years ago, so I made a point of watching Ken Loach’s latest offering at my first opportunity.
I’m not going to lie to you, I sobbed. The tears rolled down as the end credits made their way up.
I reflected on the story thinking:
Why is UK housing in such a mess?
Why is our benefits system so baffling?
Why are parents having to skip food for themselves just so that they can feed their children?
Why do we see technology as the answer when being human is the human being connection?
Why, just why?
As I woke the following morning, the central heating kicked in, I flicked on the landing light and made my way down the stairs to boil the kettle and prepare breakfast. I couldn’t wait to see my daughter; to tell her that I love her and to cuddle her into next week!
Sadly, these things I sometimes take for granted are an everyday struggle for many families up and down the country.
I, Daniel Blake awakens your senses to this.
It’s a sobering realisation of the failing benefits system and the struggles within social housing.
Ken Loach, I salute you.
Please, watch this film and share its message.