by bigmick » Fri Feb 27, 2009 12:35 am
She was a c... cast iron, 100%. In 1984 she picked a fight with the miners union, having stock piled huge amounts of coal in readyness for the fight. The name of the Colliery escapes me now which kicked it off (stats with a C, Cortonwood maybe?) but essentially six weeks after installing million of pounds worth of equipment, the NCB decided to close it down. There was a review proceedure laid down which had been in operation for years and had worked perfectly well, this involved consultation with the Miners Union and a good look at it before any final decisions were made. The government of the time in cahoots with the NCB and Ian McGregor decided to rip up all prior agreements and put the miners in a position where they positively had no option but to strike. The Union tried to delay the action as it was at the start of the Summer, the absolute worst time to go out but the government had chosen carefully, they weren't budging and out came the miners.
The full wieght of the state swung behind the effort to break the backs of the NUM. The televison news, the Police, the press, the secret service infiltrating the higher echelons of the Union, ancient laws on tresspess and restriction of movement were invoked as busloads of pickets were stopped on motorways miles away from where they were headed. Honest working people were beaten, battered and starved into submission and even to this day, the scars on communities and families remain. Honourable men, men who had risked their lives underground to save their fellow workers were labelled "scabs", when in some cases a year after going on strike they went back to work with broken hearts.
Around that time I was a lefty student and I spent a bit of time around the soup kitchens of South Yorkshire, as well as on the picket lines of Markham Main and Hickleton Collieries. These people were in many cases fourth and fifth generation miners, men who worked hard for their money, loved their beer and their football and lived in villages miles from anywhere which depended upon the employment the mine provided. They weren't on strike for work, they were on strike for their lives and their livelyhoods, and as a country it is a dark period in our domestic history in my view.
It was all about economics apparently. The coal was too expensive to mine. I wonder if it would be too expensive to mine today, and I wonder if the idea of 300+ years of energy which would make the Uk self sufficient is something which we throw away so readily today.
Course it wasn't about economics really though. Those at the sharp end knew that. Break the miners Union and you break the Trade Union movement, that's what it was all about. Maybe some of it needed breaking up, but not like that, not with that blunt an instrument.
The positive thing which came out of it for me was that although many good men were broken through no fault of their own, many weren't as well. Collieries such as mardi in South Wales stayed 100% solid behind the strike, the whole community pulling together and when the strike was called off, the men marched back in unbowed, behind their banners with the brass bands playing. That scene was played out throughout the coalfields of the country, men sticking together and fighting for what was right. They did as their forefathers had done before them, and they weren't beaten.
Thatcher is ferrel, and I wouldn't p!ss on the c... if she was on fire.
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bigmick on Fri Feb 27, 2009 12:39 am, edited 1 time in total.
"se e in una bottigla ed e bianco, e latte".