So I have a hard time getting nostalgic about or celebrating the miners' strike from a feminist perspective. Always felt all those women working to support the miners without demanding support for women to be allowed down mines were letting us down
I was a young, radical, left-wing trades unionist during the Miners Strike. Not so young now, but nothing else has changed.
How blind are you to working class history? Have you ANY idea how hard it was to get women (and children) out of the pits. Dear God, the men that worked the mines worked in sub-human conditions with life-threatening danger an ever present part of their lives. You actually think that it is "feminist" to argue that we should have been fighting to get women back down the mines? Children too, or is that where you draw trhe line? Even miners knew that mining was a god-awful job, and I never met a miner who wanted that for their children. The MIners Strike was not about mining, it was not about it being a desirable employment, and it wasn't even about pit closures per se because every miner knew that fossil fuels had no long term future even back then. It was about power, and it was a strike deliberately engineered by Thatcher to destroy the unions by making an example of the NUM, arguably the most powerful union in the country.
And to their everlasting shame, the Labour Party and some union leaders allowed her to do it. As for Sir Keir, that warror for the working class, praising Thatcher for ANYTHING, I have watched him refuse to stand with workers, punish MP's for supporting picket lines, tell Labour Party members that Party policy no longer determines anuthing, and now... praising Thatcher? At the age of 66, having voted Labour literally for a lifetime (often because there was nothing better on offer, to be fair) I will not vote in the next general election. Generations of my family would turn in their graves if I voted for that self-serving b**d.
But on a lovely note, my best friend found me a Miner Strike "Coal not Dole" mug for part of my Christmas present. Despite the harshness of the times and the circumstances, they were great days - and ones where we knew who the enemy was.