Poverty Preachers
The strange gospel of poverty's gatekeepers.
‘You call that ‘poverty’? When I was a boy, we ate barbed-wire sausages whilst trekking nineteen miles to school, uphill—in both directions. It didn’t do me any harm!’
Such is the rosy rhetoric of the semi-modern curiosity known as the Poverty Preacher. Denied the rigours of the eighteenth-century poorhouse, the Poverty Pr…
