UK viewers in heated debate: Was London 1665 better than now – So what Values truly matter?
Hard to credit, but the l0ckd0wn imposed on London during the Great Plagu3 of 1665 was better organised and devised with more common sense than our own C0v1d shambles.
Here was an England without sewers, or antibiotics, where disease was so little understood that some people suspected plagu3 was transmitted in bread.
Yet the Lord Mayor had the good judgment to order restrictions so that everyone was allowed to go outside at some point, whether or not their house was under quarantine.
The healthy went about as usual, but obeyed a curfew in the evening so that other people living with plagu3 victims could escape their four walls for an hour or two.
Contrast that to the draconian, nonsensical rules forced on Britain during the pandemic, when nobody was allowed out at all except for essential reasons — and anyone living with a Covid patient was obliged to self-isolate rigorously for ten days.
Rob Rinder and Ruth Goodman offered no comparison of the differing rules between the 17th and 21st centuries, in The Great Plagu3. They had another modern concern: the inequalities between rich and poor.
TV historians love to inflict today’s morals on our ancestors, whether that’s castigating them for the ev1ls of empire or bewailing the tr3atment of cr1minals. Rob and Ruth were thoroughly disapproving of the wealth gap in Restoration England.
In fact, most people would have seen the very notion of redistributing wealth through taxes and welfare as wicked.
+2
View gallery
Rob Rinder and Ruth Goodman were more concerned with the inequalities between rich and poor
+2
View gallery
Hard to credit, but the l0ckd0wn imposed on London during the Great Plagu3 of 1665 was better organised and devised with more common sense than our own C0v1d shambles, writes CHRISTOPHER STEVENS
The gulf between social classes was something ordained by God, they believed: ‘The rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate,’ as the hymn has it.
It’s a pity that this unhistorical attitude pervaded the programme, because it spoiled an absorbing depiction of how plagu3 d3cimated London. The dressing-up box was well used, especially by Rob, who enjoyed himself enormously as a pampered gentleman.
Posing as ‘confirmed bachelor’ Sir William Turner, a benefactor to the poor, he donned a periwig and embroidered waistcoat to go riding in a sedan chair. ‘Servant!’ he commanded, ‘Maid! Shut the door!’
Secretly, Rob would love to be a Disney villain. He did try to show a more humane side, though: ‘I’ve got some leftover food for you later,’ he promised a serving wench.
Ruth, who is never happier than when knee-deep in the muck of Tudor and Stuart days, practised walking in pattens, the wooden clogs worn when walking through the slurry on London’s streets.
This was all entertaining, though more attention could have been paid to the detail of the script. Rob opened by explaining they would be, ‘diving into 1665, when a KL v1rus . . . left the city fighting for its life’.
In fact, as was later made clear, plagu3 was caused not by a virus but a bacterium, Yersinia pestis.
Viruses, bacteria . . . one legacy of l0ckd0wn is that now, most of us know the difference.
News
My Parents Humiliated Me at My Father’s Retirement Dinner Then My Husband Revealed Who He Really Was
Chapter 1: The Nobody My name is Diana Parker. I was thirty-two years old when my mother stood in front of 150 people at my father’s retirement party, leaned into a microphone, and made my marriage the punchline of the…
MY MOTHER TOLD ME NOT TO BRING MY SON TO EASTER AGAIN—THEN MY 13-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER STOOD UP AND SAID WHAT NONE OF THE ADULTS WOULD
Chapter 1: Don’t Bring Him It happened at a rented folding table covered in deviled egg crumbs, pastel napkins, plastic forks, and the shiny foil wrappers from Easter chocolate. The April wind moved through the dogwood trees behind my aunt’s…
MY FAMILY USED ME AS AN ATM, Until They Sold My Anniversary Gift and Learned I Was Done Paying
Chapter 1: The Good Daughter The smell of peppermint rinse and sterile latex was the permanent weather of my life. As a dentist, I spent my days working inside the smallest rooms of other people’s fear. I knew the exact…
MY HUSBAND GAVE ME AN “ALLOWANCE,” HIS MOTHER AUDITED MY GROCERY RECEIPTS—THEN THEY DROVE TO MOCK MY “TRAILER PARK” HOUSEWARMING
Chapter 1: The $3 Receipt Friday night in the Miller house always felt like a trial. Not dinner. Not family time. A trial. The kitchen table, a scuffed pine monster Linda insisted was “perfectly good,” was covered in crumpled receipts,…
MY NEWBORN WAS TURNING BLUE—MY HUSBAND LEFT FOR HAWAII AND SAID I WAS “JUST DRAMATIC”
Chapter 1: Blue Lips “Stop being so dramatic, Elena. He’s just coughing.” My mother-in-law said it like I had interrupted her breakfast, not like my three-day-old son was turning blue in my arms. Beatrice Vance stood in the middle of…
MY BILLIONAIRE FATHER DISOWNED ME AT MY OWN WEDDING—HE HAD NO IDEA THE “TRASH” HE MOCKED WAS ABOUT TO BECOME HIS BIGGEST REGRE
Chapter 1: Disowned Have you ever wondered what it feels like to have a billionaire father? Trust me, it is not the fairy tale people imagine. My name is Fiona Ashford. I was twenty-eight years old when my father stood…
End of content
No more pages to load
