The free bottle of milk on every British school desk was put there by a 4ft 10 redhead from a Manchester slum, who was dead within 6 months of doing it.
Ellen Wilkinson grew up in Ardwick in the 1890s, in a house with no bath, and caught every illness going. She got out on scholarships. By 1935 she was MP for Jarrow, a shipbuilding town where the yard had shut and 7 men in 10 had no work.
She had seen what that did to the children. They were small, bow-legged and grey. In 1936 she walked with 200 of their fathers from Jarrow to London, nearly 300 miles, to hand in a petition. The Prime Minister would not see them.
In 1945 she was made Minister of Education. She had one thing she wanted above the rest. The Treasury told her the country was bankrupt and it could not be afforded.
In August 1946 a third of a pint of full cream milk became free for every schoolchild in Britain, every day, whatever their parents earned.
That winter was the worst of the century. Her ministry had no coal. She worked in her overcoat with bronchitis, and on 6 February 1947 she was found dead in her flat, aged 55.
She never saw a single class of those children grow up. They turned out the tallest and straightest generation the country had ever produced.
If you drank it, warm, through a paper straw, you were her life's work.
@JohnWight1@0Calamity Have you seen that the BBC has run a programme called Wargame where a bunch of super annuated politicos try and win against a simulated Russian invasion?
This is Rick Rescorla. He died 25 years ago today, when the South Tower of the World Trade Centre collapsed following a terrorist attack. His actions that day saved thousands of lives and today schoolchildren in Cornwall will take part in a parade in his honour.
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day.
With that in mind, I wanted to remind you of this video produced by Norwich City; it remains one of the most profound things I've ever seen produced on the subject.
A "dove release" at a wedding or funeral is a death sentence for the birds.
The white "doves" sold for releases aren't doves. They're domestic white pigeons bred to be small and pretty, with no survival skills outside a coop.
The cheaper DIY versions (Ringneck Doves, King Pigeons) can't even find their way home. Nearly all of them die within days.
Even professional releases with trained homing pigeons lose birds every time. Hawks take them in the air. Cars hit them when they land exhausted. They collide with windows. There are lots of ways it can go sideways for them.
Rehabbers pull them in with broken wings, raging trichomoniasis, and bodies so emaciated they can't stand. One described a release pigeon whose throat infection had hardened so completely it distorted the shape of his skull.
There is no version of this where the birds "fly away and live happily ever after." That's the marketing. The reality is a domestic animal traumatized or killed for a 15-second photo.
AI can never create real art because real art is not about generating random slop in seconds and calling it art.
Real art is painstaking, meticulous, and deliberate. Only humans can create art. Creativity is a uniquely human experience, and I will continue to tell my story through my art.💖
Always trust the process!
Before rendering------------------> After rendering
It took years to bring this 3-minute animation to life.
Fully hand-drawn. Self-funded.
This is the first step into a massive sci-fi/fantasy mythos I’ve been building for a decade.
Turn the sound up. 🧵
Illustrators, artists: today is your last day to tell the government you don’t want your copyright given away so big tech companies can regurgitate *your own work* to compete against you.
You don’t need to answer all their questions, and ALCS had a guide to help you navigate it: