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CONFERENCE ON PCE: A conference examining the history of the Spanish Communist Party (PCE) between 1920 and 1977 will be held in Oviedo, Spain in May 2004. The draft conference programme, and call for papers (currently available in Spanish only) can be accessed at: http://www.pce.es/FIM/histopce_programa.pdf.

Research Notes
Piero Sraffa
I am currently researching material for a biography of the radical Italian economist Piero Sraffa (1898-1983). Naturally, I am interested in his relationship with other economists around the world and with figures on the Italian left; but I would also like to gather information on his relationships with members of the British left and with those in the Communist Party of Great Britain (CPGB) in particular. Any help and suggestions that other researchers could provide would be most welcome. There are several important episodes in his political life about which I currently know very little; or which I hope to understand better. They include the following:
In 1921, whilst Sraffa was studying at the London School of Economics (LSE) he worked for the Labour Research Department (LRD). Currently, I know very little about the nature of his work for the LRD.
Information from a fascist source, dated 1927, suggests that during the same period Sraffa might have also been in touch with people closely connected to the Soviet Union. Again, little else is known about this aspect of his life.
In 1924, Sraffa seems to have been a member of the ‘1917 Club’, a ‘lunch club’ founded by Ramsay MacDonald; although information about his involvement and the work of the Club remains sketchy.
Archive papers at the National Museum of Labour History in Manchester confirm that in 1932 Sraffa wrote to Rajani Palme Dutt to discuss Marx’s reception in Britain; but no other correspondence between the two seems to have survived.
Returning from Calais in January 1923, Sraffa was refused permission to land in Dover and to return to France. The reasons for this remains unclear — although it could relate to his activities in London in 1921-22; his trip to Ireland in 1922; or to diplomatic pressure on the British government by Mussolini.
It appears that during World War Two, MI5 remained rather suspicious of Sraffa, whilst the SOE (Special Operations Executive) was not. Unfortunately, I have not been able to trace documents which might support this contention.
A very specific matter on which I am seeking help it this: in March 1999, at a small conference held in Rome, I had the opportunity to listen to a participant (who was fluent in Italian, but whose mothertongue I believe was English) who suggested that Sraffa’s stance in the 1930s could be better understood by studying the contemporary debates on the British left, and within the CPGB in particular, rather than those of the Italian left of the day. He made reference to contacts between Sraffa and the Birmingham-based histoiran George Thomson. I have found no trace of this relationship in the ‘Sraffa Papers’, and would be very keen to make contact with this person (whose name I cannot recall) once again.
Nerio Naldi
nerio.naldi@uniroma1.it

Features
Charles Poulsen (1911-2001): Cabbie, novelist, historian and poet
Charles Poulsen was born in Stepney on 15 October 1911, the son of Jewish immigrants from Tsarist Russia. The family name was Polsky, which he changed to Poulsen during the war, when a foreign name exposed one to suspicion. When he was very young the family moved to Croydon, where his father ran a photographer’s studio and the family lived over the shop. Photography was a thriving business during the First World War, when soldiers and their parents, girl friends or wives wanted portraits. His parents were gentle, kind and pious, and they and their two sons and two daughters remained bound together all their lives by strong ties of affection. Croydon was on the edge of the country, and the house had a garden, where the girls grew vegetables and their mother kept chickens. The family went to the cinema regularly, and to the pantomime at Christmas. When their father, himself a book-lover, went to auctions to buy photographic equipment he always brought back piles of books for their children. At Croydon the foundations were laid of Charles’s later interests, a love of the country, of animals, of books and of the theatre.
Croydon influenced his later life in one other respect. His parents paid ten shillings a week for the children to receive religious instruction from an aged Jew who could only translate Biblical Hebrew into Yiddish, and beat any of his pupils who asked questions. The boredom of these lessons was the first thing that caused Charles to question the value of unthinking orthodoxy.
In 1922, when Charles was due to sit for the examination which would decide whether he should receive a grammar school education, disaster struck. His father became ill, the lease of the shop expired, and the family had to move back to the East End, where his father and uncle opened a photography business in Whitechapel High Street. However, the end of the war had reduced the demand for photographs, and after cheap box cameras and roll film became generally available the annual visit to the photographer’s was a thing of the past. Charles’s father found himself forced to work twelve hours a day in the dark room of a film developing firm, with the result that he frequently became ill. To eke out the family income his mother worked at home on a sewing machine when jobs came her way. With Charles as with Dickens, the abrupt transition from a happy childhood to bitter poverty profoundly affected his psychological development.
The family shared two first-floor rooms in an ancient tenement in Old Montague Street, a long, narrow thoroughfare running parallel with Whitechapel Road. In one room the family lived, washed and ate, Mrs Polsky did her washing and laundry, and the two boys slept on a couch and an ottoman. In the other, which was divided by a curtain, the parents and the two girls slept. Like most buildings in the neighbourhood, the tenement was infested with bugs, whose emergence en masse from the walls and ceilings announced that spring had come.
In these surroundings the family practised their ancestral faith. The Sabbath, Passover and other festivals were strictly observed, but in time Charles came to chafe against the rigid taboos surrounding the Sabbath and described it in his memoirs as ‘an ordeal of boredom and idleness’. [1] He greatly admired Jesus’ saying, ‘The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath’, which he regarded as marking a revolution in Jewish thought. Yet he never entirely lost his sense of the beauty of the traditional Jewish way of life. When he first read Burns’s ‘The Cotter’s Saturday Night’ he was reminded of the Sabbath in his family home.
Education and self-education
After the move to Whitechapel, Charles continued his formal education at Old Montague Street Elementary (Boys) School, a large and grim educational factory, now demolished. Like most schoolchildren in the 1920s, he was subjected to much imperialist brainwashing, but this meant little to him. His patriotism owed more to his parents’ stories of life in pre-revolutionary Russia and his consciousness that, however much anti-Jewish prejudice there might be in England, at least there were no pogroms and no legal disabilities against Jews as such.
Charles left school in July 1925, before his fourteenth birthday, for the little he could earn was badly needed at home. His first job was as an office boy in Tottenham Court Road, for which he was paid 7s. 6d. a week. When he asked for more money he was sacked. He moved on to the Houndsditch Warehouse, where jobs were much sought after for the children of orthodox Jews, as it closed on the Sabbath and opened on Sundays. In this environment he worked for six days a week from 8am to 8pm until he could stand no more. Over the next year or two he had a succession of such jobs, frequently falling foul of employers and finding the jobs were much the same. Moving into the fur trade, for about three years he was employed in a workshop off Oxford Street, where he learned the craft of a fur nailer, preparing skins to be made up for garments. It was very much a seasonal trade; during the busy season, from Easter to November, the staff worked fourteen or even fifteen hours a day without extra pay; during the slack season, extra workers were sacked and the permanent staff filled in time. After the business closed down, Charles drifted from one workshop to another as jobs became available, some large enough to be called a factory, others tiny back-street workshops.
In what spare time he had, and in his periods of unemployment, he set out to educate himself. Between the wars London offered many educational facilities free or at very low prices. Stepney had an excellent public library service, and although Shakespeare and Dickens remained Charles’s literary idols, he developed catholic tastes, including Byron’s Don Juan, Rabelais, Butler’s Hudibras and Joyce’s Ulysses. He indulged his love of Shakespeare at the Old Vic, where for sixpence one could watch from the gallery John Gielgud, Charles Laughton, Edith Evans, Laurence Olivier, Sybil Thorndike or Alec Guinness in the great Shakespearian roles. When unemployed, Charles spent much of his time in galleries and museums, and his love of classical music was kindled when at Circle House, the social and educational centre near Aldgate, he heard a young pianist who called himself Solomon play Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No 21 (the Waldstein). He attended evening classes at which he increased his knowledge of English literature and attempted to learn the violin. Another important part of his education was played by the Boy Scout movement. Hiking and camping with the Scouts rescued him from the East End streets and inspired in him a deep love of the English countryside, for which he remained grateful to the movement long after he had rejected its ideology.
Discovering socialism
It was in February 1929, soon after he lost his first job in the fur trade, that, in his father’s phrase, he ‘discovered socialism’. He and his father, who was also unemployed, were playing draughts to pass the time when a choir of unemployed Welsh miners passed the house, singing for pennies. Moved by the beauty of their singing, Charles threw them one. The incident set him thinking. The miners were in rags, unemployed East End tailors were freezing around empty grates. Why should not the miners dig coal for the tailors and the tailors make clothes for the miners? When he put the idea to his father he learned the answer: the coal and cloth were privately owned, and were produced not for use but for profit. This explanation did not satisfy Charles, who began to consider himself a socialist.
He heard a great deal of discussion of socialism. At Circle House the relative merits of Marxism, anarchism and many other schools of socialist thought, as well as Zionism, were heatedly debated in English and Yiddish over glasses of lemon tea. He included among his friends a number of members of the Young Communist League (YCL), although he found their jargon off-putting. The turning point in his political development was a by-election for the Whitechapel St George’s seat held on 3 December 1930. The MacDonald government’s White Paper on Palestine, which proposed that immigration should be limited, had offended many Jewish voters, and there was speculation that Barnett Janner, the Liberal candidate and a prominent Zionist, might win the normally safe Labour seat. Out of curiosity Charles attended all four candidates’ meetings and found Harry Pollitt, the communist candidate, the most impressive, although he thought his approach to Palestine not very practical. He threw himself enthusiastically into the communists’ campaign, although Labour held the seat with a reduced majority and Pollitt lost his deposit.
Charles joined the YCL in 1931, at a time when it was steeped in the ultra-leftism of the ‘third period’, and the Communist Party in 1933, where he found the atmosphere no different. One aspect of the party’s ultra-leftism was its anti-religious propaganda. Charles had been converted to atheism by reading Thomas Paine’s Age of Reason, rather ironically, as Paine intended his deist tract as propaganda against atheism. With his YCL comrades he once went to Tower Hill to heckle Donald Soper, the Methodist minister, Christian socialist and pacifist who regularly spoke there. When a League of Militant Godless on the Soviet model was formed under the leadership of T A Jackson, Charles was among its founder members. It established contact with its Soviet counterpart, which replied in a letter beginning ‘Dear Comrades Militant Godless’, and reported that it was engaged in its annual campaign against the celebration of Easter, which supplied the peasants with an excuse for neglecting their work and getting drunk. The British godless discussed whether to launch a similar campaign, but decided against it. The League seems to have been dissolved soon after, presumably because its activities were felt to be incompatible with the new Popular Front policy.
There was always a certain ambivalence in Charles’s attitude towards religion. He did not allow his rejection of his parents’ beliefs to interfere with his close emotional relationship with them. Christianity he found baffling but fascinating. When he obtained a copy of the New Testament from a Christian mission to the Jews, the missionaries were delighted and his family horrified. Both assumed that he was contemplating conversion to Christianity, but he had acted solely from intellectual curiosity.
One characteristic linking religion and politics in the East End was the Jewish tradition of debate. A small workshop where Charles sometimes lent a hand was owned by two pious brothers, whose greatest pleasure was to argue over some knotty point of the Mosaic Law. This Jewish trait was not confined to the Orthodox, and in his memoir Scenes from a Stepney Youth Charles describes an argument between a barber and a tailor over whether virgin soil constituted a commodity in terms of Marxist economics. Perhaps this tradition explains why Jewish communists were often more interested in the economic and philosophical theory of Marxism than the pragmatic English. With my Protestant background, I referred to communists who believed that any problem could be solved by finding the appropriate text in Marx, Engels, Lenin or Stalin as ‘fundamentalists’, but to Charles they were ‘Talmudists’.
A Whitechapel Poet
Charles wrote a certain amount of verse in the 1930s, though most of it has disappeared. His earliest surviving poem, ‘The Whitewash Squad’, is dated 1930, and was evidently written during or just after the Whitechapel by-election campaign, when he had helped to paint slogans under cover of darkness.
We have no money for print, no cash for posters,
For we are the poor, and what we do is illegal.
But here is a city deserted, with walls and pavements
Where people will walk, and they can’t avoid reading our message.
So the street or the wall is our canvas, our paint is whitewash,
Our theme is class conflict, our love is expressed as hatred …
Where external evidence is absent it is difficult to date his poems, but he seems to have continued to write on East End themes for over fifty years. In one of his best poems, ‘A Whitechapel Poet to his Muse’, which apparently dates from the 1960s or later, he defines his attitude to the East End:
Let me shout to the world our Whitechapel paradox,
That it is those who love it the best that hate it the most.
The reason for his love is made clear in ‘Stepney in the 1920s’, published in 1988:
Here we were more than a population, we were a community
Knowing each other well, sharing our troubles.
If there was little privacy there was less loneliness;
Few suffered alone; there was plenty of trouble for all.
The fortunate man with a fag still left him by Thursday
Bring it out of the door and pass it around to his fellows,
Each taking his small fraternal puff.
That sense of living in a community made as important a contribution to his socialism as his anger at the suffering caused by slum housing and unemployment.
Cabbie and firefighter
The Great Depression badly affected the fur trade. Periods of unemployment became longer and more frequent. After the formation of the National Government in 1931, unemployment pay was savagely cut, and the unemployed were subjected to the humiliations inflicted by the Means Test. Tiring of this life, in 1935 Charles became a taxi-driver. He was fascinated by the traditions of the trade, some centuries old. Later he told me in a letter:
These [the Thames watermen] were my trade forebears, and it’s strange how much of their slang is used in the cab trade today (or yesterday, when I was a cabman …) A cabman, asked if he was busy, would answer ‘Well, I’ve been rowing’. And the doorman of a hotel was still a ‘linkman’, though they went out with snuffers.
The persecution of the Jews in Germany, the attempts of Mosley’s Blackshirts to win support in the East End, and the attacks on Jews that accompanied them outraged Charles’s deepest instincts, and in 1936 he took part in the Battle of Cable Street, side-by-side with bearded Chassidim and Irish Catholic dockers. When war broke out he joined the Auxiliary Fire Service, as taxi-drivers were officially encouraged to do, and served through the Blitz. The only reference to his experiences in his surviving poems is in one written long afterwards, ‘Carols in Chelsea’. However he wrote some prose sketches of his experiences at the time. One of them, ‘Cooling down’, was published in Fire and Water, an anthology of writings by members of the Fire Service, side-by-side with work by better-known writers such as Stephen Spender. When the Overseas Column of the National Fire Service was formed to accompany the allied invasion forces, Charles volunteered and was accepted. This unit moved ahead of the army, entering captured towns to extinguish fires before the troops arrived. In a poem, ‘Nord Ingelheim, April 1945’, he contrasts the beauty of the bright sky, the blossoming orchard and the Rhine shining in the sunlight with the ugliness of the dead cows, killed by shellfire and covered with bluebottles, and the other debris of war. He concludes:
And the sunlight filters bleached through the luminous blossom
On to abandoned weapons and rusting tins,
Fouled paper, a burnt-out tank, the gear of the fallen,
And all the junk and filth of the advance.
But here on the clean-blown hilltop one can see only
The lying stratum of blossom hiding under the garbage,
As though God had winked and shrugged his uncaring shoulders
And like a slut swept all his dirt under his carpet.
The novelist
Charles wrote comparatively little about his war experiences because he was fully occupied with his first and only novel. Fifty years later he described how it happened:
There was this bloke in our station who slept in the next bunk to me, and he maintained that Britain by virtue of the pacific nature of its people and their willingness to compromise had escaped the long series of violent revolutions that most continental countries had been through, and through reason and law and constitutional practices had evolved through history to the fine state of popular representative democracy that we enjoy in England today. And so we argued for a bit, and then I thought I’d write a book about this, make it a novel. A bit ambitious perhaps.[2]
Nor surprisingly, the novel, which dealt with the Peasants’ Revolt of 1381, took a long time to write. Charles began work early in the war, writing it in his free periods, which during the Blitz were few and far between. He approached Lawrence & Wishart, who passed the project to a subsidiary, the Progress Publishing Company. When he went overseas he took with him a small notebook containing facts and dates and continued to write in what time he could snatch, using stolen sheets of toilet paper. Each chapter as it was completed was sent to the publishers, who brought it out in 1946 under the title English Episode. The jacket was designed by his cousin Abraham Games, who was then an official war artist. An introduction by William Gallacher gave the book the party’s blessing, and it was subsequently translated into Polish and Czech. It took him years to get his royalties, but finally he received Ł400, which made it possible for him to buy a house.
Both the occasion of the book and its title are significant. Following the Seventh World Congress of the Comintern in 1935 writers in the British Communist Party produced a considerable number of historical and biographical studies, novels and poems on aspects of the British radical tradition, several of which contained the words ‘England’ or ‘English’. Between 1936 and 1939 the party sought to appeal to national traditions for propaganda purposes, by means of marches of history and historical pageants on English, Scottish or Welsh themes. English Episode, which originated late in 1939 or early in 1940, formed part of the same movement. Its main historical source, Hymie Fagan’s Nine Days that Shook England (1938), was agitprop rather than history. On one point in particular it was misleading. References in a few indictments to a magna societas had been translated by some historians as ‘great society’ or ‘great company’, and interpreted as evidence that the revolt was organised by a peasant secret society. More recent historians have preferred to translate the phrase as something like the ‘big gang’, but Fagan made the ‘Great Company’ virtually a medieval version of the Communist Party, and Charles followed his example:
a band of men strong and brave, who live but for the day they could see all the lands owned by those who work them; the serfs free and wealthy, the lords crushed and powerless. Who spend their lives in building the might of the poor into a great hammer wherewith to smash their fetters. Aye, and who have their men in every town and many villages, waiting for the word to rise.
This obviously is a highly idealised picture of the Communist Party as Charles would have liked it to be. Other parallels are equally obvious. The pen portrait of Wat Tyler strongly suggests Harry Pollitt:
He was not young, and a pink skull showed through his thin grizzled hair. A spreading paunch pushed at his jerkin and his face was round, red and jolly, though the years had sagged the muscles somewhat. Yet the eyes were fierce and full of light, and the smile was the smile of confidence and fellowship.
Behind the description of an apprentices’ club, I suspect, lie Charles’s memories of meetings of the Stepney YCL.
Inevitably English Episode contains inaccuracies. The picture of peasant poverty and seigneurial oppression in the earlier chapters is probably exaggerated, especially as they are set in Kent, where there was no serfdom and the powers of the manorial courts were limited. In the story the rebels are admitted into Maidstone by the townsmen, who throw open the gates, and are welcomed by the mayor and the ‘sheriffs of the councils’. In fact Maidstone was never a walled town, and did not acquire a mayor and corporation until 1549. However, in the circumstances in which the book was written, such errors are less surprising than the fact that there are so few of them.
Many aspects of Charles’s personality are reflected in the book. His love and knowledge of the countryside are evident in the early chapters, in which there is a sense of a single creative force flowing through human sexuality and all nature, which is reminiscent of D H Lawrence. His feelings as a Jew dictated his sardonic comment on the pogrom of Flemish weavers:
Nobody seemed to care very much for the Flemings. It was unfortunate for these poor emigrants that there were no Jews in London. For then ’prentices, thieves and rogues who were sacking their houses would have vented their rage on the Jews, and the Flemings would have gone unscathed.
Above all, his class loyalties permeate the book. I once told him, half seriously, that he had written the first English proletarian historical novel. Several Marxists — Leslie Mitchell, Jack Lindsay, Sylvia Townsend Warner, Iris Morley, Montagu Slater, James Barke — wrote historical novels in the 1930s and 1940s, but none of them achieved Charles’s complete identification with the poor and oppressed. Some bourgeois characters are treated sympathetically, perhaps because Charles saw them, in party jargon, as ‘playing a progressive role’. But the feudalists and their bourgeois collaborators, such as William Walworth, are beyond the pale. Such an approach narrows the scope of the book, but deepens its intensity.
Literary sources are hard to identify with any certainty. Charles had certainly read William Morris’s Dream of John Ball; he greatly admired Morris, to whom his communism probably owed more than it did to Marx or Lenin. He also knew Spartacus, Leslie Mitchell’s novel about a slave revolt. There are striking parallels between his picture of feudal oppression and that in A Tale of Two Cities. His Great Company suggests the Defarges’ secret society; one of his characters, Jack, like Dr Manette, is held in solitary confinement for many years to emerge with his mind impaired; and his wife, Janet, strongly resembles Mme Defarge in her thirst for revenge.
English Episode was Charles’s only novel. One on the Civil War which he began in the 1950s was abandoned after he had written a few chapters, and his most cherished project, a novel on the Maccabees, never came to fruition. An earlier East End Jewish Marxist, Isaac Rosenberg, had also planned a verse play on Judas Maccabeus, but this too was never written.
Unity Theatre
For a time after the war, Charles worked in editorial positions on popular educational works, first Hammerton’s Book of Knowledge and then Hutchinson’s Twentieth Century Encylopaedia. When all of the editorial staff on the latter were dismissed without notice in December 1948, he returned to the ‘relative sanity and security of the cab trade’, his opinion of employers lower than ever.
By this time he had received an invitation from Unity Theatre to dramatise English Episode. He envisaged his play, which he called The Word of a King, as an epic drama on the grand scale, not unlike Shakespeare’s histories. Although the dialogue was in prose, each act opened with a verse chorus modelled on those in Henry V, and the play ended with a lament for the dead which, he proudly assured me in a letter, ‘will make King Lear look like Charlie’s Aunt’. Unity, however, insisted that it must be drastically shortened. Some of his most cherished plans, such as a hawking scene, were rejected as impossible to stage, and all but one of the choruses were cut. He fought over every proposed alteration, but was usually forced in the end to agree. On the other hand, he welcomed a suggestion that the play should include songs, which a member of the Workers’ Musical Association, an authority on medieval music, had offered to set, and a scene of May Day revelry. When the play was finally produced in 1951, at the time of the Festival of Britain, he was ordered after the first night to rewrite the closing scene, on the ground that tragedy was ‘defeatist’, and therefore reactionary, and to end his play on a more positive note. When he objected he was told that if he refused it would be rewritten for him, and he very reluctantly agreed. The task of persuading him to accept the changes was entrusted to the secretary of the Artistic Direction Committee, Edith, a Jewish widow with a daughter who had escaped to England from Vienna. They spent practically all their spare time together, and in the summer of 1949 they were married at Willesden Registry Office, though to please Charles’s mother (his father had died in 1947) they were married again in a synagogue exactly two years later.
Though he was never a Zionist, Charles welcomed the establishment of Israel in 1948. ‘I like to think there’s one country in the world where I’m as good as the next man, and not just another dirty Jewish bastard’, he remarked to me at the time. As a result he found the traumatic events of 1956 — Khrushchev’s exposure of Stalin’s crimes, the Hungarian uprising, the Anglo-French invasion of Egypt and the Soviet invasion of Hungary — even more painful than I did, partly because he had retained more illusions about Stalin, partly because of the particularly contemptible role played by Israel in the Suez aggression. When I remarked to him, ‘It’s not a pleasant feeling to be ashamed of both one’s country and one’s party’, he replied bitterly, ‘You can be thankful that at least you’re not a Jew as well’. In the end he accepted the party line that the Hungarian rising was ‘counter-revolutionary’, whereas I saw it, rightly or wrongly, as a workers’ movement intended to substitute democratic socialism for stalinism. I left the party in 1957, while Charles remained a member, but I could understand his reluctance to break with the party which, as he told me, had given him hope when life seemed hopeless.
Later life
In the 1960s Charles found a new and satisfying outlet for his energy as a popular evening-class lecturer on London History and Appreciation. The knowledge and enthusiasm he brought to the classes made them a great success, and as an offshoot of his interest in the history of London he wrote his first non-fiction book, Victoria Park: A study in the history of East London. This was published in 1976 with the help of a grant from the Leverhulme Trust, which enabled him to take time off driving to conduct the necessary research. The book is a serious historical study but never dull. Charles had loved the park ever since his childhood, and communicates something of his affection to the reader. He emphasises the artistic and cultural interests of some Victorian East Enders, who collected surplus cuttings from the park for their own gardens and joined the Victoria Park Ornithological Society, to the surprise of those convinced that ‘east of Aldgate Pump people cared for nothing but drink, vice and crime’. Nor does he omit to mention the park’s use as a forum for radical orators and a site for mass meetings of strikers.
His next book, The English Rebels, was originally commissioned by the Journeyman Press as a popular history of the Peasant’s Revolt for its six hundredth anniversary in 1981. By this time Charles was more cautious about the ‘Great Company’ than he had been in English Episode, admitting that ‘some historians dismiss it as a romantic invention’, while stubbornly maintaining that there was a ‘strong possibility’ of its existence. Unfortunately, the publishers suggested that the book be expanded to cover English rebels through the ages, and the book did not appear until 1984 and was marred by factual errors. Admirable though it was, Charles had undertaken a task beyond his powers.
His final book, Scenes from a Stepney Youth, published in 1988, was by far his best. In it he tells the story of his life up to his YCL days, and paints an unforgettable picture of the East End between the wars. Many sides of his personality appear in it. There is anger and resentment at the poverty, the slum housing, the unemployment and especially at the indignities inflicted on the unemployed by the Means Test. There is affection for his fellow East Enders, and admiration of their warm-hearted generosity and their heroic struggle to keep their self-respect when the state and the economic system conspired to rob them of it. There is a rich Dickensian humour in his depiction of the many odd characters that haunted the East End, the street traders and entertainers, the old men disputing in Yiddish about the correct interpretation of the Torah, the cranks and fanatics on their soap boxes in Victoria Park or Tower Hill. And there is an underlying poetry that comes to the surface, for example, in his description of the sofar, copying out the sacred Scrolls of the Law in strict accordance with the ancient traditions of his people.
While working on these books he continued sporadically to write verse, but was almost unique among the poets I have known in underestimating the value of his work, and would not submit his poems to magazines. He also continued lecturing until he was seventy-nine, when he developed cancer. He kept up his reading and writing and his weekly walks in his beloved Epping Forest, where by his own wish his ashes were scattered after his death, which occurred on 30 September 2001. He was active in retired people’s organisations, and was proud of the socialist activities of his stepdaughter Sylvia, a Labour councillor and mayor of Waltham Forest. Although he had grown more tolerant of differences of opinion, he never learned to tolerate injustice and cruelty. Just after his eightieth birthday he told Andy Croft, ‘When a man stops struggling for what he believes in and believes to be right he might as well give up.’ He never gave up. That was his strength.
Charles Hobday