Paul Mason writes:
When they compared
conditions at Sports Direct to those of a Victorian workhouse, MPs
were off the mark.
What they should have said was: a Georgian-era factory. Or a
Shanghai factory in the 1920s. Or a Bangladeshi sweatshop today.
They most typically prevail where
a political system is stacked so heavily against the workforce that there can
be no countervailing voice, and where an economic model in its infancy requires
the urgent extraction of profit through coercion.
You need under-resourced
inspection agencies; unions forbidden to organise; and a ready supply of cheap
labour.
So it was in the England of George III, so it is in Britain in the
second decade of the 21st century.
What is striking, when you
consider the modern reality of precarious work and coercive management, is how
the concept of human rights stops at the factory gate.
The workers of Georgian
England had no democratic rights or access to law. But the 21st century is
supposed to be an age of universal rights.
Every one of the practices described
at Sports Direct appears to not just have broken employment law, but also
violated the human right of the citizen not to be bullied, shamed, endangered
or sexually harassed.
And Sports Direct is not alone.
There is the fast food outlet where, should one of the workers fail to smile, a
“secret shopper” can deduct the bonus of everyone on the shift.
There are the
construction sites, bedecked with “considerate contractor” signs, where blacklisting
is a way of life, and the hotels cleaned by migrants who face
relentless verbal violence, deductions and inadequate protections.
Why do we tolerate, between
worker and manager, practices that would not be tolerated between the citizen
and the state?
The clue is in the physical geometry of the very first
factory, in Cromford, Derbyshire.
Richard Arkwright, who built it,
was a benign employer – but the historic site contained three devices crucial
to how work would be governed under capitalism: a high wall, a clock, and a
cannon loaded with grapeshot.
The wall was to prevent people
seeing in. The clock was to remind workers that their body clocks would be
overridden by machine rhythms.
And the cannon was there to prevent the local
population storming the premises and tearing it to pieces.
Today’s equivalents needn’t be so
crude.
Instead of the cannon and the clock, you have the camera in the cab of
the truck driver; the GPS transmitter on the arm of the warehouse worker,
tracking their speed and movement as they shift parcels; the barcode a
home-care worker has to scan as she enters and leaves a client’s home in
strictly timed 15-minute slots.
But secrecy endures at work.
From the warehouse to the
software house, the principle of confidentiality is enforced.
As a TV
journalist covering workplaces, you face a binary choice: the official story or
the undercover one.
There is no negotiated space in which workers can talk
freely about their work.
This arrangement is tacitly endorsed when politicians
visit.
They arrive in hi-vis, shepherded by layer upon layer of corporate
goons, speak to a selected worker for the cameras and then address a rally in
which – strangely but predictably – nobody ever raises an actual political
disagreement.
Rights to heckle, to disagree, to boo – which would be normal at
a public meeting – are removed in this private and unequal space.
Long after my grandfather died, my grandmother would
wander into the offices of the coal mine where he had worked to ask a favour,
complain, or just talk to his friends.
At my father’s factory, I don’t recall
there being any security on the doors: you could nip in and bring him a
sandwich.
What went on in those factories and mines was public knowledge
anyway, because the workplace stood at the centre of a stable community, with a
rich institutional life of its own.
Precarity works in favour of
today’s employers, both inside and outside the workplace.
Virtually instant
sackability, the absence of unions, and the erosion of legal rights, mean you
shut up and put up with it while at work.
The breakup of solid communities, the
mercuriality of urban life, and the detachment of the business elite from
everyday society, all contribute to the reduction of moral pressure on employers
from the communities their businesses serve.
In a few cases, against all the odds, workers organise.
Cleaners at 100 Wood Street, a City of London office block, last week won the
London Living Wage of £9.40 an hour via the tried-and-tested method of striking
(in this case for 43 days).
The Unite trade union was instrumental in bringing
the action that exposed Mike Ashley at Sports Direct.
But so much modern work is casual
and temporary that unions alone cannot right the wrongs.
We need new legal
rights for workers.
Those that exist have been undermined by reduced access to
employment tribunals, and by the exemption of small firms and agency
businesses.
And compared to post-2000 human rights law, the entire corpus of
employment law, existing separately and conditionally, looks archaic.
A new charter of workplace rights
should start from principle of universality: that our human rights extend to
the workplace unconditionally, and that human rights law can and should be the
first line of defence against bosses like Mike Ashley – rather than a final
option, pursued after months or years of sub-legal grievance procedures.
Unfortunately, the Brexit process
will throw all workplace rights derived from EU membership into jeopardy [because the EU was doing so well at it, as the rest of this article illustrates].
If,
as promised, Theresa May maintains
Britain’s signature on
the European Convention on Human Rights, then it’s up to all of us – not just
unions and lawyers – to force the concept of inalienable rights into the
workplace.
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