I remember New Year’s Day 1984 very well. At the time I was working at the Leadmill in
Sheffield http://bit.ly/1dIwckq which was a
mixture of a community / arts centre and a live music venue. Many of us who were involved in the place were
part of the “alternative” activist scene as it were. Among the milieu that used to hang round the
place there was a certain Jarvis Cocker, Richard Hawley with his band Treebound
Story and Henry Normal all of whom would go on to have illustrious careers in
the entertainment industry and all of us would later collaborate in
establishing the Dolebusters Music Festival in Weston Park Sheffield http://bit.ly/1aDtEhw as
our way of protesting at the worst excesses of Thatcherism. But I digress and the tale of Dolebusters
might be for another blog entry. On New
Year’s eve of that year we had had an George Orwell 1984 themed party at the
Leadmill along with our very own room 101; how were we to know at the time that
this theme of our worst nightmares was about to come true as the year unfolded.
I had already been living in Sheffield for some five
years then. I had relocated there from South
Wales in the late 1970s. When I had left
Wales coal mining was still a dominant industry. Many of my school friends had taken
apprenticeships in the pits when they had left school and both my grandfathers
had been colliers working in local pits around the Merthyr Tydfil area. I was aspirational though, not for me staying
in The Valleys and going down pit. From
when I had been a kid I was determined to get out one way or another.
Pneumoconiosis, or dust, had killed my one grandfather before I was born and a
persistent memory of my childhood was of elderly ex coalminers stooped puffing
, wheezing and wrestling for every piece
of breath as they paused clutching their chests and hanging on to the hand-rails
on Twyn hill for support. http://bit.ly/1jmtEZ6
Also I had grown up just outside Aberfan
http://bit.ly/17buxSr and the day of the disaster and its aftermath were seared
deeply into who I was and who I wanted to be and part of that was leaving the
coal mines and the valleys far behind me.
Although keen to get out of the valleys I was still proud to
be a product of the land that had made me. Earlier in my life I had encountered
the late great historian Gwyn “Alf” Williams who the following year was to take
part in that ground-breaking documentary on Welsh History “The Dragon Has Two
Tongues”. He had inspired me to be proud of a heritage
that consisted of the Merthyr uprising,
the Tonypandy Miners and the legacy of Keir Hardy, a legacy of
co-operation, socialism and radicalism.
The triumph of Thatcher in 1979 and the communal jingoistic madness that
had besieged the country in 1982 during the Falklands War just reinforced my
view that this model of a xenophobic, isolationist, individualistic and
materially greedy British society was not a good one and certainly not one that
I wanted to buy into.
Time plays tricks on memory
but looking back on it now it was obvious the show down was coming. It
had only been ten years previously that a miner’s strike had brought down the
Tory Government of Edward Heath something that evidently irked Thatcher. In 1981 she had backed down from a
confrontation with the miners but by 1984 buoyed up by her victory in the
Falklands and having had time to make her preparations and formulate her
strategy she was ready to do battle with the one last great leviathan of the
organised working class, the NUM. Prior
to the dispute already the media were playing their insidious game of
portraying Arthur Scargill as an untrustworthy loon. Recent revelations have shown that everything
that Scargill was saying was true even though at the time Ian MacGregor
the head of British Coal wrote to every miner in the UK to discredit what
Scargill was saying in relation to pit closures http://on.fb.me/LMshrh
. When you see that the truth has
finally come out about the MacGregor hit list and the lies that were spread by
Roger Windsor if any man deserves an apology from the UK It is Arthur Scargill. He fought for what he believed in and for his
members’ best interests and for that he was vilified, arrested and
harassed. Think about the case of Arthur
Scargill and how the truth is finally coming out after thirty years when you
try to make your mind up about events that are currently in the public
eye. If a democracy is to operate as a
democracy then it is necessary for citizens to have access to information so
they can make informed decisions when they are voting, but as the miner’s
strike of 1984 – 85 illustrated Orwell predictions of “Newspeak” came true and
most terrifyingly in a way that most people, even to this day, are not even
aware of.
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