The Sweater Is Not the Villain: On Finding the Cause of a Public Evil

by Beatrice Webb, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

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In 1888 I sat for some days in a workroom in the East End of London, sewing trousers. I had gone there as a "trouser hand," with a plain dress, a borrowed manner and just enough skill with a needle to avoid being shown the door before noon. The room was long and irregularly shaped, low and dark near the entrance. The mistress greeted the whole assembly each morning in a gracious voice and then watched the work. The work was coarse. I had trained, so far as I was trained at all, in the bespoke trade, and the slop trade was another country: thicker cloth, quicker stitches, and a price for every garment that had to be asked for and argued over and was never quite the same twice. I printed what I saw that autumn in the Nineteenth Century as "Pages from a Work-Girl's Diary," and I gave my evidence to the Select Committee of the House of Lords on the Sweating System.

I mention the trousers first because it is the part of the story people remember, and because it is the least important part. A lady of private means who puts on an old dress and sits among the poor makes a good paragraph. But she has learned very little that a careful investigator could not have learned another way, and the little she has learned is dangerous, because it comes to her with all the vividness of personal suffering. My fingers were sore for a week. That gave me no right to an opinion on the cause of anything. What I want to set down here is what the sore fingers did not teach me, and what only counting could.

The villain the public wanted

When the word "sweating" came into general use in the 1880s, everyone knew what it meant, and nearly everyone was wrong. To the newspapers and the pulpits it meant a man: the sweater, the small contractor who took a bundle of cut garments from the wholesale house, carried it to a back room in Whitechapel, set a dozen hungry people to work on it for sixteen hours, and pocketed the difference. Often he was imagined as a foreigner, and more often still as a Jew recently arrived from Russian Poland. He was a figure from a melodrama: greedy, unwashed and alien, standing between the honest merchant and the honest worker and squeezing both.

This was a very satisfying belief. It located the evil in one class of person, and that class was neither the reader of the Times nor the reader's tailor. It suggested a remedy that cost nothing: abolish the middleman, or keep out the immigrant, or shame the sweater, and the poor would be paid. It allowed the lady who bought a cheap mantle to feel indignant on behalf of the woman who had finished it, without supposing that the cheapness of the mantle and the hunger of the woman were the same fact seen from two ends.

I do not say the sweaters were good men. Some were brutes and some were saints, and most were poor and frightened people who sat at the machine beside their own hands and worked as long as anyone in the room. That was the first thing the facts showed, and the public least wanted to hear it. In a great many of these workshops the "sweater" was himself sweated, a man pressed between a wholesale price he could not raise and a rent he could not lower. His profit, when one could find it at all, would have shamed a costermonger.

What the facts showed

The difference between a philanthropist and an investigator is that the investigator looks for the case that does not fit.

If the middleman caused sweating, two things should follow. Where there was no middleman there should be no sweating, and where there was a middleman there should be sweating. Neither held. We found the worst conditions of all among women who took work home directly from the warehouse of a large and respectable firm, with nobody whatever between employer and employed: shirt-finishers and button-holers in single rooms, working by a candle they paid for themselves at a price fixed by a clerk who never saw them. And we found trades full of subcontractors in which the work was decently paid, because the men in them were organised and had a standard rate that no contractor dared go below.

The Lords, to their credit, came round to this in the end, after hearing two hundred and ninety-one witnesses on tailoring, boot-making, shirt-making, furriery, cabinet-making, chain and nail-making, cutlery, saddlery and the docks. In their final report of April 1890 they put the matter in a sentence I have always admired for its exactness: the middleman is "the consequence, not the cause of the evil; the instrument, not the hand which gives motion to the instrument." When it was debated in the Upper House that June, Lord Derby added that the middleman "is found to be absent in many cases in which the evils complained of abound."

Notice what was done. The Committee did not define sweating by naming the man who did it. It defined it by naming the conditions it produced, and it gave three: a rate of wages inadequate to the necessities of the workers or disproportionate to the work done; excessive hours of labour; and the insanitary state of the houses in which the work is carried on. Wherever those three are found, there is sweating, whoever the employer is and however many hands the work passes through. A clergyman's widow sewing shirts in a Kensington attic for a West End shop is sweated. A Polish tailor in Whitechapel who earns a fair weekly wage in a clean room is not, though he works for a "sweater."

This sounds like a small thing, a matter of definitions. It is the whole of the matter. Once sweating is defined as a set of conditions and not as the wickedness of a class of persons, the question to ask is no longer whom shall we punish? but what allows these conditions to exist, and what would prevent them? The first question produces sermons. The second can produce legislation.

Cause and culprit

I have spent a long life among people who wished to do good, and I have come to believe that the commonest obstacle to doing it is the hunt for a culprit. When we are moved by suffering, the mind looks for a hand. It wants someone at whom it can be angry, and anger needs a face. The landlord, the sweater, the drunken husband, the improvident mother, the foreign Jew: each in turn has served to concentrate a pity that would otherwise have had to go looking for a mechanism, which is tiresome work.

Consider how differently we treated the cholera. Nobody in my lifetime proposed to cure typhoid by finding out which householders were wicked. Edwin Chadwick and the sanitarians of the generation before mine did something far duller and far more effective. They measured the death-rate street by street, traced it to the drains and the water, and persuaded Parliament to lay down a minimum standard of sanitation that no landlord, good or bad, was permitted to fall below. A good landlord lost nothing by this. A bad one was simply prevented. And, what is less often noticed, the good landlord was protected: he could no longer be undersold by the man who saved the cost of a proper drain.

That is exactly the position in a sweated trade, and it is why the sweater, even when he is a brute, is not the cause. Take an honest small master in the slop trade who decides to pay his finishers a living wage. He must either raise his price to the warehouse, which will then give the bundle to his neighbour, or he must work his own hours longer still, or he must go out of business. His virtue is a luxury he cannot afford, and the market punishes it. The evil does not lie in any man's heart. It lies in the absence of a floor.

Sidney and I gave the name of the Common Rule to the device by which a trade lays down such a floor. In Industrial Democracy we showed how the trade unions had imposed it, wherever they were strong enough, by a standard rate, a normal day and a sanitary minimum binding every employer in the trade alike. The skilled engineer and the cotton-spinner had their Common Rule, won by combination. The trouser-hand had none, and in 1888 she had no means of getting one. She was a woman, alone in a back room, often with children, competing against a hundred other women in back rooms whom she had never met and never would. Of all unions a union of scattered home-workers is the hardest to build. Mary Macarthur built one twenty years later, at great cost, and even she needed the law behind her. If the floor was to be laid at all, the community would have to lay it.

What their Lordships would not do

Here I must be candid about the limits of what the 1890 report achieved, because the method of measurement and publicity is not a magic lantern, and I should not wish anyone to think it works in a single season.

The Committee identified the evil correctly and acquitted the middleman of being its cause. Then, having found that the cause was a wage below subsistence in an unorganised trade, it did not propose that the State should fix a wage. It looked instead to sanitary inspection, the Factory Acts and the conscience of the consumer, which are the remedies one reaches for when one has diagnosed the disease and has not yet the nerve to treat it. In 1890 the idea of a legal minimum wage was thought, by nearly every respectable person, to be economically absurd and morally impertinent. Wages were fixed by the higgling of the market, as the price of potatoes was. To interfere with them was to interfere with the laws of nature.

So we went on measuring. That is what the method requires when the governing classes are not yet ready: one keeps on collecting the facts, more of them and better arranged, and keeps putting them before the public, until the facts become harder to ignore than the theory. Charles Booth's great inquiry into the life and labour of the people of London, in which I had served my apprenticeship, went on for years after I left it. The Women's Industrial Council made its returns, and the Sweated Industries Exhibition put the actual workers and the actual garments in front of the actual purchasers. A Select Committee of the Commons took evidence on home work, and Mary Macarthur went before it with what she had found among the home-workers. None of it was dramatic. All of it was cumulative.

Twenty years

On the 28th of April 1909, nineteen years to the day after the Lords' Committee made its report, the House of Commons debated the Trade Boards Bill. Mr. Tennant, for the Government, noted the coincidence of dates. Mr. Churchill, who was then President of the Board of Trade and was not at that time a man I much trusted, made the argument better than I could have made it. "It is a serious national evil," he said, "that any class of His Majesty's subjects should receive less than a living wage in return for their utmost exertions." And he explained why the market could not be left to correct it: where there is no organisation and no parity of bargaining, "the good employer is undercut by the bad, and the bad employer is undercut by the worst."

That is the Common Rule argument, put into the mouth of a Cabinet minister. It is also, in substance, the conclusion the Lords had reached in 1890 and then lacked the courage to act on: the evil lies in the conditions of the trade, not in the character of the trader.

The Act received the Royal Assent on the 20th of October 1909. It set up Trade Boards, made up of employers' representatives, workers' representatives and a few appointed members, for four trades to begin with: ready-made and wholesale tailoring, paper-box making, machine-made lace, and chain-making. The Boards could fix minimum rates for time-work and piece-work, and after a period of notice those rates were binding on every employer in the trade, under penalty of law.

The year 1909 was a crowded one for me. It was the year of our Minority Report on the Poor Law. That report argued, on the same principle, that the destitute are not one class but many, the sick and the aged and the child and the able-bodied man without work, and that each must be treated according to the cause of his condition and not according to the bare fact of it. I have never thought the two documents separate. Both refuse to let a word for a condition ("pauper," "sweated") stand in for an analysis of its causes. Both insist that what the community allows, the community is responsible for.

The chain-makers

The Chain Trade Board held its first meeting on the 7th of January 1910. The women who made the smaller chain in the Black Country, at hearths in sheds behind their cottages around Cradley Heath, were among the worst paid workers in England. They hammered out links by hand and were paid by the piece, and the piece-price had been driven so low that a woman might earn four to six shillings for a week of fifty or fifty-eight hours.

In March 1910 the Board fixed a minimum of twopence-halfpenny an hour for the women. For a fifty-five-hour week that came to something like ten or eleven shillings, roughly double what most of them had been getting. Some of the employers would not pay it. Led by Mary Macarthur, the women came out on strike, and after ten weeks, in October 1910, the last of the employers gave way.

I set out the figures because they are the only answer I know to the people who say, as they said in 1890, that a legal minimum wage would destroy the trade it was meant to protect. The chain trade was not destroyed. The employers who had been undercut by the worst employers were no longer undercut. The women who had been told for a generation that their wages were fixed by the iron laws of political economy found that the iron laws gave way, within a few weeks, to a Board sitting round a table with a set of figures before it.

What I would have the reader take from this

I am conscious of having written an essay that is mostly a list of dates and figures. That was my purpose. The temper of the social investigator should be suspicious of its own sympathies. When you are told that some class of people is suffering, the first impulse, a generous one, is to ask who is doing it to them. Hold that impulse back for a time. Ask instead under what conditions the suffering occurs, and then look hard for the case where those conditions are present and the supposed villain is absent, and for the case where the villain is present and the conditions are not. If you find both, as we did in 1888, you have learned that your villain is the instrument and not the hand.

Then define the evil by its conditions, so that it can be measured. Measure it, and publish the measurements where they will be read by people who can act on them. Expect nothing to happen for a long while. Go on measuring. When the governing classes are at last ready, and they will become ready because the facts have been put in front of them often enough, the remedy will very likely be a floor, a minimum standard below which nobody is permitted to fall, enforced on the good and the bad alike so that the good are no longer punished for their goodness.

This is not inspiring work, and it is not meant to be. In the autumn of 1888 the mistress of that workroom in the East End paid her trouser-hands whatever the bundle would bear and called it fair, and by the light of everything she knew she was not lying. In March 1910 a chain-maker at Cradley Heath could set down her hammer at the end of the hour and know, to the halfpenny, what the hour was worth.

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