What I consider one
of the most important messages for hospital porters was one I wrote in an
article in 2007 on the main HPANWO Blog so I have reposted a new reedited
version here. It is still equally relevant:
A few months ago I spent an evening down town with some of my brother porters. We drifted from pub to pub as lively fellers do, sampling the beverages and talking to people. All at once a group of attractive looking women came up to us and we began a conversation. One of my friends, Steve, not his real name, immediately took me to one side and whispered fiercely in my ear: "For God's sake don't tell 'em we're porters!" He then turned back to the group without giving me a chance to reply. One of the girls then asked: "So what do you guys do for a living?" Steve replied: "We work up at theJohn Radcliffe
Hospital ." "Oh
really." she said. "Doing what? Are you a nurse?" Steve
shrugged. "No, we… just help out."... "We're porters." I
interjected in a loud voice. There was a tense silence. Steve glared at me. The
conversation continued for a few minutes then the girls said goodbye and left
the pub. Steve was furious with me: "Why did you do that, Ben!? What the
hell were you thinking of, telling those girls we were porters!? Do you think I
want to women like them to know I'm only a hospital porter!?"
A few months ago I spent an evening down town with some of my brother porters. We drifted from pub to pub as lively fellers do, sampling the beverages and talking to people. All at once a group of attractive looking women came up to us and we began a conversation. One of my friends, Steve, not his real name, immediately took me to one side and whispered fiercely in my ear: "For God's sake don't tell 'em we're porters!" He then turned back to the group without giving me a chance to reply. One of the girls then asked: "So what do you guys do for a living?" Steve replied: "We work up at the
There are pimps and drug dealers who are not ashamed to
declare publicly what they do for a living; why is it that HP's, people who
provide essential services to society, feel that they cannot? Not only HP's
like myself; but cleaners, dustmen, road-sweepers and those who maintain public
toilets. We talk about getting a "good job" and "I want a better
job". This usually means a job that earns more money, but not always. A
policeman, fireman or member of the armed forces enjoys a high-profile job
without being extremely rich. It seems to me that we live in a world where jobs
have been categorized into a hierarchy of status. Different levels of status
have been arbitrarily attached to jobs within the hierarchy that usually do not
relate to that job's importance or contribution to the human world. A
stockbroker enjoys high status, yet society could easily function without them
(some might claim it would even be better off), however the man who removes and
processes our rubbish is vital to human wellbeing. Without him every city would
have long ago been buried under a mountain of its own waste. But if you were to
meet a stockbroker and a dustman at the same time, who would you consider the
most important?
Any system of groundless values is part of what I used to
call the conformist regime. There's an interesting scene in the film Babe that gives a perceptive summary of
the conformist regime. The scene begins with the little piglet, Babe, trying to
follow his adopted mother, Fly the sheepdog, into the farmhouse. Fly turns to
Babe and says: "I'm afraid pigs aren't allowed in the house." Babe
asks "Why's that, Mum?" and Fly replies: "That's just the way
things are." That's just the way things are. It just is. So many questions
are answered with that non-explanation, and we simply accept it. I imagine that
when Fly was a puppy she asked her own mother the same question and got the
same response, and again when Fly's mother was a puppy etc. Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hp_2UmOEQvU.
I've previously mentioned another example of a very frustrating and upsetting
aspect of HPing, "Popping the question", see: https://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2022/10/popping-question-responses.html.
This happened less and less later in my service because word got round the
hospital about what my answer would be. It didn't take long though until I
discovered a much more sinister side to these questions, from one of the ODP's-
Operating Department Practitioners, see: https://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2023/05/i-lied-to-jack.html.
The solution is to see the conformist regime for what it is and reject it. But
that can't happen by courting favour from the system. That can only happen if
your self-respect comes from within and is not dependant on how others see you.
It means being proud to be a porter, or a cleaner or a toilet attendant or a
road sweeper even if every other person in the world demeans you. It actually
means that Steve should be willing, even eager, to tell those attractive girls
we met that he is a hospital porter. If they then lose interest in him because
of that then as the old saying goes "If I ain't good enough for you...
then you ain't good enough for me!" Since I made the decision to do that I
actually felt happier because, even though I may have fewer friends, and have
had even fewer girlfriends, I know that the few friends and lovers I have had
are true friends and lovers who accept me for who I am. I also enjoy the notion
of doing a job that is important and essential regardless of its status. I find
it more interesting, exciting and rewarding. My experience with Steve hurt me
more than anything any civilian has said to me. I'm not really bothered when I
hear: "Porters? They're shit!" I get bothered when I hear:
"Porter? We're shit!" It
doesn't matter what civilians think of us; what matters is what we think of ourselves.
Unfortunately some of my brother and sister porters have a passionate belief in
their own worthlessness and will staunchly defend it from all borders. As you
can guess, these porters don't get on very well with me. But a friend to all is
a friend to none.