Pyrrhic, pointless and paranoid
Over the summer we played host, at the office, to a charming young chap by the name of Charlie. He was 15 years old, bright as a button, and had come to spend a week with us as part of his school's Work Experience programme. We were happy to have him, and - so far as I can tell - he was happy to be here. When we parted, I like to think that we both felt the time he'd spent with us was worthwhile. I even found my tarnished faith in the youth of today largely restored. When he leaves school, I might even offer him a job.
Now, I haven't any data to back it up, but I'd imagine that there must be very few people in the world who'd claim that placing school kids with companies for short periods over the summer is anything other than a good idea. A classic win-win. At the very worst it might help some gifted young rebel to discover that a life spent staring at a screen, bickering over who's making the next round of tea, is a life which they will move heaven and earth in order to avoid. For other, less radically-minded youth, it might just be a way to learn about the kind of skills they'll need to get a job when they leave school. Six months on, and last week, we received another request from a parent, asking if we'd play host to their child for two weeks in February. The parent in question had visited our offices, met our team, and had evidently decided that ours was a friendly, safe workplace in which their precious offspring might be educated and, perhaps, inspired for the short duration of their stay. We refused.You see, in the six months since those long, dappled summer days, and, without our noticing, things have changed. Our workplace is no longer a Safe Place for a child to loiter. A worrisome, ill-defined threat has descended, and our sunny little office is now, apparently, a dark and sordid place for children (and Vulnerable Adults). What's happened, you ask? What caused this shadow to fall upon us? Have we just noticed Josef Fritzl, camped out under the boardroom table? Have we spotted Gary Glitter's spangly boots, stashed in the corner of our stationery cupboard? No. What's changed is that we - like every other workplace in the UK - are now subject to the double-think lunacy of the Independent Safeguarding Authority and their "vetting and barring" scheme. I'm no lawyer, but from what I understand, the law now dictates that any employer who permits a child to spend more than 3 days out of any 30 in the presence of an adult who has not been officially rubber-stamped as being "100% ISA-approved Non-Paedo" is committing a criminal offence. Whilst I'm a fan of Work Experience - I think it's a worthy scheme and I'll do what I can to get involved - I won't risk a large fine and criminal proceedings just to help our pimply youth learn how to surf Facebook all day without the boss finding out. I could avoid this risk, of course - all I have to do is persuade every single member of my staff to subject themselves to the humiliating, time-consuming and, worst of all, utterly pointless ritual of "proving" that they aren't kiddie-fiddlers. (Ar at least, if they are, they haven't yet been caught). And for this inanity, I hand over 60 pounds per employee.Ermm. No thanks. Let the kids spend their summers hanging around the local bus shelter anti-socially-behaving. I've got my business to worry about.
What a brilliant example of ill-thought-out policy-making. What a pyrrhic victory for the burgeoning paedoparanoia industry. What a depressing example of our perverse willingness to prostate ourselves in response to the Daily Mail's hysteria-du-jour. It's embarrassing, it's expensive, but worst of all, it's just pointless.






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