I see Nick Keer has found another pot of poison to dip his crooked nib in (Your Views, November 17).
Not content with trying to kick the aged over their meagre pension and transport benefits, he is now waging war on the disabled and their right to a place on the bus.
I can’t work out if he is some sort of mischief maker trying to stir up trouble or these are truly his beliefs.
How would the current crop of mothers cope if they had to remove the child from the buggy, fold the buggy, board the bus (in turn), tender the exact fare and then find a seat – reversing the procedure after alighting, more often than not in bad weather?
This is what we did 30 years ago, but we were not handicapped by the mobile phone glued to our ear so it was easy.
We would then, as now, have given priority to someone in greater need than ourselves.
There is too much selfishness in this country at the moment, a situation fuelled by people who share Nick Keer’s opinions.
Fancy changing places with Doug Paulley, the passenger who brought the legal case against First Bus, and spending a week in a wheelchair, having to wait God knows how long for a bus with space or dipping into your income on a regular basis for taxi fares because walking is not an option?
No, I thought not.
Remember Mr Keer, there may be laws on equality but there are also laws protecting the rights of the disabled.
May God grant you old age, disabilities and an income you can barely survive on with carers who don’t care.
Harsh? No, because that is what you think my generation deserve.
Robert Chippindale, Leeds
Pride of place in back streets
I have just been shown the photographs of life on the back streets of Leeds taken by Nick Hedges (YEP, October 7).
I have to say I find the accompanying narrative about the “plight of people living in poor housing conditions” quite wrong. My memories are totally different.
The house shown was my grandma’s on Gelderd Road. We were almost brought up in that house.
The Beecham’s Pills advert on her end wall was the bane of her life, with kids playing ball to try and hit it.
Yes, the houses were simple and had outside toilets, but if you look at the picture where is the litter and rubbish of today?
Everyone knew each other, no one locked their doors and everyone pumistoned their steps and washed the floors outside.
The only ones who made them slums would have turned Buckingham Palace into a slum, but generally people were proud of where they lived.
I was born there in 1952 and left in about 1968, but I only have fond memories of it.
Me and all my cousins spent many hours after school playing on the Leamington Field, or “The Lemi” as we knew it. We walked across it twice a day going to and from school.
We were so excited when the yearly feast came on. We were forbidden to go without our parents but no one took any notice of that, and forbidden waltzers and speedways were the best ever.
Elaine King, Horsforth
Killer deserves compassion
IN REPLY to the responses to my letter about Will Cornick (Your Views, November 12) in which I expressed the view that his 20-year sentence was too long, I am no “do gooder” but I’ve lived a long time and have a good knowledge of people and children.
I don’t need a PhD in psychiatry to know that when a child is born, you don’t know how its brain is wired.
Try a little compassion in life, it may make you a nicer person. It certainly won’t do you any harm.
Val Corrick, Headingley
No justice for my brother
IN SPITE of a hip replacement operation, my brother cared for his wife through three years of cancer – breast, spine and brain tumours.
Seven months after her death he was diagnosed as having three tumours on his brain.
Now bedbound, in full knowledge of what is happening and being said to him but increasingly unable to respond without difficulty, this intelligent man has had to suffer the frustration of becoming unable to read or write coherently, use a phone or operate the TV.
He is being denied the mercy that this society affords the likes of Harry Roberts or Peter Sutcliffe.
My brother wishes for an end to his torture. Yes, it amounts to torture for him. He weeps every morning on waking to face another day.
We prosecute people for torture and compensate people who suffer mental or physical anguish.
Where is the justice for my brother? Animals get more compassion in their distress than he.
I wrote the above last month, just before he died, at home.
The support that his policeman son, schoolteacher daughter and I were given by hospice staff, district nurses and carers, day and night, was magnificent but there is a way, surely, for someone to use some common benevolence in these circumstances. He was 10 years younger than me.
I hope that if ever I need a release from such suffering, someone will be kind to me.
Shirley McCade, Horsforth
Wrong Guy to label a terrorist
I AM bemused by Geoffrey North’s use of the word “terrorist” to describe Guy Fawkes and his “co-conspirators” (Your Views, November 15).
If a terrorist is one who resists oppression and abuse and who acts to secure his rights and justice, then Gandhi was one.
The Dutch and French resistance fighters were too, as were the colonists who fought to overthrow British imperialism.
If the term is used to define those who attack innocent people, then I would concur.
But if it includes attacks upon a usurper to the throne, an invader or occupier, a regime that denies human rights, freedom and dignity and seeks to replace traditions, customs and beliefs with a set of false, alien alternatives, then I disagree.
Guy Fawkes was a Catholic, like all his fellow countrymen for 1,000 years, who, acting against a tyranny, sought to defend his faith and his country.
Had he been allowed to succeed, our national history would have bee far happier, our present state superior and our destiny more hopeful.
Paul Kilroy, Lawnswood
Blame bin thief, not negligence
A Hague is wrong to assume that when someone loses a bin they have been careless (Your Views, November 18).
Last year I put out my elderly mother’s brown bin full of garden waste – it has to be put out before 7.30am and, as she is unable to do this herself, I normally put it out late the night before.
I called round the next morning to find the empty bin had been taken within the space of 30 minutes.
I was told by the police that apparently it is fairly common that these bins are stolen to use in house burglaries.
Yes, my mother has a garden gate and yes, the bins are secure, but how can anyone possibly prevent this type of theft, unless the householder guards the bins until emptied?
We were grateful that Leeds City Council replaced the bin free of charge, but we can hardly be called careless or negligent.
Barbara Spurr, Stanningley