Happy 75th birthday NHS
July 5th 1948. As we approach the 75th birthday of the founding of the NHS by the then UK Labour government, I find myself torn between news reports of a troubled NHS with doctors striking for improved pay and conditions, nurses balloting on strike action (again), alongside recent memories of Thursday evenings, during the 2020/22 Covid19, pandemic standing outside our homes clapping to say thank you to the dedicated health care professionals working above and beyond to save people’s lives, and sometimes giving their own in the process. We watched our Queen grieve alone for her beloved husband Prince Phillip, only to learn later of politicians and senior officials, led by the then Prime Minister Boris Johnson, partying in contravention of their own rules about socialising in groups.
I also find myself reading AJ Cronin’s The Citadel. A novel set in a mining village in Wales in the 1920’s, credited with being an early influence on the founding of the NHS. Aneurin ‘Nye’ Bevan, the politician widely viewed as the ‘father’ of the NHS having himself a teenaged Welsh miner not that long before the book came out.
The book’s introduction says it all: “The Citadel is greatly influenced by Cronin’s time as a doctor, and a number of situations in the book are taken directly from his own experiences….. [the main character] Andrew Manson feels helplessly confused when he has to deal with real patients for the first time. Much of the illness that he is expected to cure is, in fact, caused by the poor living and working conditions of his patients.”
Introduction to The Citadel, A J Cronin, Pearson English Readers Edition, 2008, Essex, England
In the story the young Dr Manson struggles with a system where many of his colleagues appear to be just in the job for the money and often prescribe coloured water for diseases they either know nothing about or cannot cure. His attitude of wanting to actually cure people and save lives and livelihoods in poor mining communities earns him friends and enemies. His discoveries and successes bring him to the attention of powerful men in London, and he leaves Wales to work in London. The desperation of his own impoverished lifestyle affects his own outlook and he becomes more and more money focussed, taking his share of the pickings from the rich willing to pay for little more than his time and attention. Eventually he comes to realise that he has become the type of doctor he once despised and the book ends with him setting up in a new practice, with old friends, in order to return to the practice of medicine for the benefit of those who need it most, but not necessarily able to pay as much.
It was only a little over a decade after the book came out that World War II began. The poor health of the working class men who were conscripted to fight in the war, meant many were barely fit to fight. The way in which medicine was being practiced, as described in The Citadel, no doubt went some way to explaining why. And, three years after the war ended, the NHS was born. Brought about by Labour, resisted by the Conservatives. Underfunded ever since we must never give up the fight to save and keep our NHS working for the benefit of everyone.