The Enemy Within
Posted: Fri 05 Mar, 2004 12:22 pm
Twenty years ago news reports started to contain a small item about a strike at Cortonwood Colliery in South Yorkshire which was threatened with closure. As the weeks went on the vast majority of the nations 180,000 coal miners stopped work in support of their comrades.
The strike lasted a year, two men died, two hundred were imprisoned, about one thousand were sacked and the average striking miner lost about £10,000 in support of men he would never know. The men didn't strike for money or greed there was one simple reason and that reason was principle. The principle was solidarity with your fellow working man and assisting those who were unable to protect themselves. Some strikers were committed 'socialists' and 'communists' (whatever those terms mean) but the vast majority were not. However, they did believe in solidarity as an end in itself. People from the community not working in the pits donated large chunks of their wages to the strike fund which was used to stock the soup I'M A SCAMMER SPAMMER!!! and hand out £3 a day to the strikers.
'Scabs' and 'blacklegs' were recruited by the government with the help of the media and the simple appeal was that of greed. "I'm alright jack, pull the ladder up". Striking miners ate with their families in soup I'M A SCAMMER SPAMMER!!! and on the picket lines watched scabs and coppers alike waving wage packets at them, especially at christmas when they and their families went without. Men like Phil Pudney BEM (formerly of the Inniskillen Fusiliers and Scots Guards) approaching retirement were roughed up by spotty policemen just out of Hendon going to town on the "enemy within" theory.
Christmas dinner came from a food parcel and hand outs from generous benefactors. It was shocking to me that people, denied benefits, could live in such poverty in the 1980's but they (we) stuck to their guns.
I was lucky to work behind the bar in some of the colliery welfare clubs and to meet some very special people. Fred Rhodes worked in the pits all his working life apart from spells in the Army in two world wars. I saw him once in the club, at the tender age of 96, wearing his medals (two rows) on route to a reunion and asked him which ones were special to him (stupid question I know). "This one" he said pointing at his International Brigades medal (for fighting fascism in Spain in 1936 - before it became fashionable). He was also fond of an MID he received for his "rum runs" through the trenches.
Fred was a regular fixture on the picket lines at the crack of dawn (when they happened, nobody returned to work in Kent for many months) proud in his uniform of NUM badges and Coal not Dole stickers. Waving his stick, I know he despaired of the men that were turning their backs on their roots and their culture. If anyone was entitled to an opinion, he was.
The end of the strike marked the end for many communities. Coal mining communtities like the one I grew up in have never been salubrious places but they were governed by a code of honour and integrity. They policed themselves. I was very lucky to stumble across the Royal Marines a few years later and came across an almost identical code of hard work, camaraderie and self sacrifice towards a greater goal. Coal miners didn't get gongs or any form of recognition apart from within their own communities (which was, I suppose, all they needed) but the work was hard and many, many thousands have died either underground or have suffocated from the effects of emphysema and pneumonicosis in later life. The road that my dad lives in is populated mainly by widows and he struggles for breath every minute of the day.
The Thatcher government vilified coal miners as "the enemy within". People watching the television, if they gave it a moments thought, must have wondered what had happen to make these thousands of decent hardworking men with families to support suddenly become subversive maniacs intent on destroying the rule of law.
The government destroyed the NUM (and the communities of its members) with the help of the media, the creation of a temporary national police force and the courts. It destroyed trade unionism and the ability of working people to protect themselves. We can all moan about British Leyland and Red Robbo but those of you who have worked in a dangerous civvy enviroment without union protection will understand how devastating this was. Unions were destroyed so as to give the City a free reign over its gambling chips in the casino that determines strategy in our economy. Working people bought BT shares and glibly considered themselves in on the act.
The basic fact that there are only a limited number of places 'at the top' and that these are largely reserved by birth right seems to have escaped most. The basic fact that those below should be treated with a certain amount of dignity and respect whatever their role on the good ship UK seems also to have fallen by the wayside.
From then on a 'me' culture has been pushed on us. 'I' this and 'I' that. Marketing men taunt us that you can be a better or happier person if only you buy this product. A culture of social responsibility and altruism doesn't fit neatly into this scheme. Why would someone want to help somebody if there's nothing in it for them? The Great Britain that I identify with (still) was dealt a heavy, maybe fatal, blow with the defeat of the NUM in 1985. I wonder who has done the country a greater dis-service.
I'll finish my ramble now but would like to pay tribute to the men, women and families who fought (and lost) on the principle of all for one and one for all.
The strike lasted a year, two men died, two hundred were imprisoned, about one thousand were sacked and the average striking miner lost about £10,000 in support of men he would never know. The men didn't strike for money or greed there was one simple reason and that reason was principle. The principle was solidarity with your fellow working man and assisting those who were unable to protect themselves. Some strikers were committed 'socialists' and 'communists' (whatever those terms mean) but the vast majority were not. However, they did believe in solidarity as an end in itself. People from the community not working in the pits donated large chunks of their wages to the strike fund which was used to stock the soup I'M A SCAMMER SPAMMER!!! and hand out £3 a day to the strikers.
'Scabs' and 'blacklegs' were recruited by the government with the help of the media and the simple appeal was that of greed. "I'm alright jack, pull the ladder up". Striking miners ate with their families in soup I'M A SCAMMER SPAMMER!!! and on the picket lines watched scabs and coppers alike waving wage packets at them, especially at christmas when they and their families went without. Men like Phil Pudney BEM (formerly of the Inniskillen Fusiliers and Scots Guards) approaching retirement were roughed up by spotty policemen just out of Hendon going to town on the "enemy within" theory.
Christmas dinner came from a food parcel and hand outs from generous benefactors. It was shocking to me that people, denied benefits, could live in such poverty in the 1980's but they (we) stuck to their guns.
I was lucky to work behind the bar in some of the colliery welfare clubs and to meet some very special people. Fred Rhodes worked in the pits all his working life apart from spells in the Army in two world wars. I saw him once in the club, at the tender age of 96, wearing his medals (two rows) on route to a reunion and asked him which ones were special to him (stupid question I know). "This one" he said pointing at his International Brigades medal (for fighting fascism in Spain in 1936 - before it became fashionable). He was also fond of an MID he received for his "rum runs" through the trenches.
Fred was a regular fixture on the picket lines at the crack of dawn (when they happened, nobody returned to work in Kent for many months) proud in his uniform of NUM badges and Coal not Dole stickers. Waving his stick, I know he despaired of the men that were turning their backs on their roots and their culture. If anyone was entitled to an opinion, he was.
The end of the strike marked the end for many communities. Coal mining communtities like the one I grew up in have never been salubrious places but they were governed by a code of honour and integrity. They policed themselves. I was very lucky to stumble across the Royal Marines a few years later and came across an almost identical code of hard work, camaraderie and self sacrifice towards a greater goal. Coal miners didn't get gongs or any form of recognition apart from within their own communities (which was, I suppose, all they needed) but the work was hard and many, many thousands have died either underground or have suffocated from the effects of emphysema and pneumonicosis in later life. The road that my dad lives in is populated mainly by widows and he struggles for breath every minute of the day.
The Thatcher government vilified coal miners as "the enemy within". People watching the television, if they gave it a moments thought, must have wondered what had happen to make these thousands of decent hardworking men with families to support suddenly become subversive maniacs intent on destroying the rule of law.
The government destroyed the NUM (and the communities of its members) with the help of the media, the creation of a temporary national police force and the courts. It destroyed trade unionism and the ability of working people to protect themselves. We can all moan about British Leyland and Red Robbo but those of you who have worked in a dangerous civvy enviroment without union protection will understand how devastating this was. Unions were destroyed so as to give the City a free reign over its gambling chips in the casino that determines strategy in our economy. Working people bought BT shares and glibly considered themselves in on the act.
The basic fact that there are only a limited number of places 'at the top' and that these are largely reserved by birth right seems to have escaped most. The basic fact that those below should be treated with a certain amount of dignity and respect whatever their role on the good ship UK seems also to have fallen by the wayside.
From then on a 'me' culture has been pushed on us. 'I' this and 'I' that. Marketing men taunt us that you can be a better or happier person if only you buy this product. A culture of social responsibility and altruism doesn't fit neatly into this scheme. Why would someone want to help somebody if there's nothing in it for them? The Great Britain that I identify with (still) was dealt a heavy, maybe fatal, blow with the defeat of the NUM in 1985. I wonder who has done the country a greater dis-service.
I'll finish my ramble now but would like to pay tribute to the men, women and families who fought (and lost) on the principle of all for one and one for all.