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Thatcher ignored the pleading of the wets. The preparation continued. By 1982, trains ferrying coal to the power stations were running twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Meanwhile, her government ushered in significant changes in the trade union law. The 1982 Employment Act made it vastly
more difficult, almost impossible, to form a closed shop, a union with mandatory membership. Unions that engaged in sympathy strikes or dispatched flying pickets could now be sued, fined, or held in contempt of court. By making unions liable to civil suits, Thatcher gave the judiciary a more prominent role in labor relations. The judges ultimately proved, as Thatcher had hoped, to be no friends of the striking miners.
In September 1983, Thatcher named Ian MacGregor chairman of the National Coal Board. MacGregor, who was half American and spoke with an American accent, had previously managed British Steel, cutting its workforce by 100,000. “Ian,” recalls Lawson, “was widely seen as an overpaid, over-aged, ruthless American whose main achievement at British Steel had been to slash the workforce.”
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What more could you want? Everything was in place.
Then Scargill was elected. “The moment that happened,” John Hoskyns remembers, “we basically said, ‘
There will be a war. Perhaps the last battle
.'”
Yet there remains a great mystery. Clearly, a
hell
of a lot of coal had been stockpiled. Equally clearly, the government was determined to win a strike. So why, given this, did Scargill call for a strike against pit closures, when no such strike had ever been called, no less won, before? And why did he call it in the springtime, in particular? By this point, Scargill could not have been ignorant of Thatcher's nature. General Galtieri had said to the American envoy, Vernon Walters, “That woman wouldn't dare” attempt to retake the Falklands. Walters raised an eyebrow. He recalled Thatcher's willingness—even eagerness, truth be told—to let the Irish hunger strikers perish. “Mr. President,” he replied, “‘that woman' has let a number of hunger strikers of her own basic ethnic origin starve themselves to death without flickering an eyelash. I wouldn't count on that if I were you.”
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Scargill had seen what happened to Galtieri. I simply cannot understand why he thought he would meet a different fate.
Hoskyns shrugs. “He did something quite crazy. I mean, he was actually, I suspect, in strategic terms, a fool. A stupid man.”
Neil Kinnock:
They deserved each other. Scargill and Thatcher deserved each other. But nobody
else
deserved them.
CB:
Do you see a lot of similarities in their temperaments?
NK:
Well, temperament, maybe not, but there are similarities.
Infinite
self-belief. A huge sense of superiority, coupled with some chips on their shoulders. Scargill thought that anybody who wasn't actually kissing his ass was patronizing him. Or plotting against him. And Margaret Thatcher was more conscious than she should have been about being a grocer's daughter, and had changed her accent, her voice—
C
B:
You know, can you explain that to me? Because this is something—for an American it's a little bit hard—
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NK:
Yeah, sure.
CB:
Can you tell me what she sounded like before? Can you imitate it?
NK:
Well, for instance, I'll tell you what, I'll give you a couple o' words whose pronunciations she would've changed. Margaret Thatcher, prime minister, Oxford graduate, millionaire's wife, would say, “graaaahz.” With a long “a.” Margaret Thatcher, schoolgirl, would say, “grass.” With a very short “a.”
C
B:
Do you speak the same way as you did when you were growing up?
NK:
Yeah, pretty much . . . I've made absolutely no conscious effort to change it. Whereas I can give you the names of a few
Welshmen, roughly of my generation, who have changed their accent—
CB:
I don't know
why
a Welshman would want to lose his accent—
NK:
Well, yeah, I . . . I don't
begin
to understand it.
CB:
Look, this is fascinating, but I'm losing the thread, which is Margaret Thatcher, and her changing her accent, and her class background, which you think she had a chip on her shoulder about—
NK:
Well, yeah. Because it made her acutely conscious of not picking up the wrong fork, you know? In Britain maybe more than anywhere else. I don't know, Turgenev wrote about it in Russia, and I guess there are German writers and French writers who've noticed the same tendency, but I think it may have been more pronounced in the United Kingdom then.
CB:
Well, you say that she had “a chip on her shoulder” about it, but then what you just said suggests that she was quite
right
to be self-conscious about it.
NK:
Well, no, of course she wasn't—I mean, there was never any danger. I mean, bloody hell, my father was a coal miner, I was brought up to hold my knife and fork properly and know which fork to use, and how to eat—
CB:
OK. So your point here—is it that she was or she wasn't right to have a chip on her shoulder? Because you're telling me on the one hand that there's an incredible attention to these subtle signals of class, and you're also telling me that this “chip on her shoulder” was somehow not rational—
NK:
'Course it wasn't! I mean just—first of all, she had nothing to fear—
CB:
But there
was
a lot of prejudice against her because of her class background. I mean, I've heard it dripping out of the mouths of her own cabinet members.
NK:
Oh, sure. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. But that's
their
kind of stupidity. That's
their
chinless delusion. She was in
charge!
She
was in
charge!
She could have said, “I'm me. I'm bright. I'm Margaret. I'm a Tory. Get out of my bloody way—”
CB:
She
did
say that.
NK:
Well, she—
CB:
I mean, if
anybody
ever said, “I'm a Tory, get out of my bloody way,” it's Margaret Thatcher.
NK:
Yeah . . . [
long pause
] Maybe.
Let us return to Peter Walker, who is telling us how he discovered that Scargill was a Marxist.
Lord Walker:
He spoke at loads of Marxist conferences all over the world. And—
[
Waiter interrupts
]
PW:
Now, my guest is having the, um, the halibut and asparagus. And I will have six oysters please. [
Sound of clock chiming
.] And then my guest is having the scallops, and I'll have the Dover sole.
Waiter:
Will you have it off the bone, Milord?
PW:
Off the bone, yes, I'm a very lazy man. And, um, now, vegetables.
Waiter:
Spinach, French beans, broccoli, cauliflower?
PW:
Potatoes?
Waiter:
Potatoes, I've got sautéed, new, French fries . . .
CB:
What do you recommend?
Waiter:
What do I recommend? Well, spinach is fine, and, er, sautéed potatoes—
CB:
Sounds good to me.
PW:
I'll have spinach and new potatoes, please, and, um, we'll have a bottle of the nice Chablis. Fizzy water or still water?
CB:
I like what I'm drinking very much, the fizzy water.
PW:
And um, when they introduced profit-sharing, he delivered a speech, with another very hard-line lady communist, that
said, “We must stop profit-sharing. The capitalists are doing this to make capitalism attractive. And if we're going to achieve the Revolution, we don't want capitalism to become attractive.” And so he urged unions not to participate in profit-sharing schemes. And right away, anything he could do to bring about the day of Revolution was in all his speeches and all his remarks.
Imagine that.
But before concluding that Scargill may have had a point, you should know this about Lord Walker. He is the son of a factory worker. His father was a union man—a shop steward, in fact. Walker did not emerge from the privileged class of which he is now a member. He, more than anyone, has the right to say that if equality of opportunity is present, the hardworking and talented will rise to the top.
He
did, after all.
In fact, Walker was the miners' great champion. I believe him when he says that he did everything within his power to avert a strike. Prior to the strike, Walker proposed to offer the miners an extremely conciliatory deal. It would not have forced a single miner into redundancy. He offered early retirement, on generous terms, to miners over the age of fifty. Miners working at the pits slated for closure would be offered the choice of a job at another pit or a voluntary redundancy package. Another 800 million pounds of taxpayer money would be invested in the coal industry. Given the losses the industry had been running, it is impossible to see this as anything other than a bribe.
Walker went to Thatcher, alone, to persuade her that the bribe, though costly, was essential. “Look,” he said, “I think this meets every emotional issue the miners have. And it's expensive, but not as expensive as a coal strike. And I think we should do it.”
Thatcher thought about it.
“You know,” she decided, “I agree with you.”
It is often held—it is certainly still believed widely among the miners—that Thatcher provoked the strike deliberately to punish
them for the humiliations they had inflicted on prior Conservative governments. Walker says this is a myth, and the logic is on his side. “If you'd wanted a strike,” he reasonably notes, “the last thing you'd have done was make an offer of that sort—I mean, an offer that was superb. You could have made an offer which was reasonable, and you'd have got a strike, or you might have got a strike. But we made an offer that was absolutely perfect.” Since becoming president of the union, Scargill had tried three times to convince the miners to strike; three times the union had voted no. There was no reason to imagine this time would be different: The deal was too good.
Walker was immensely gratified when Thatcher and the rest of the cabinet agreed to his proposal. The wets, he imagined, would save the day. He thought the miners would never reject such a handsome deal. And indeed, they did not.
In principle, the National Union of Mineworkers was a democratic organization. Its charter called for a ballot of all its members, and the agreement of 55 percent of its membership, before the declaration of a strike. “I presumed there was no way he could win a ballot,” Walker says, “so there wouldn't be a strike. And I was wrong.”
Upon seeing the terms of Walker's package, Scargill presumably realized that in all likelihood, the union would accept it. To Walker's astonishment, he simply decided not to hold a vote. “What he did was—with money from the Soviet Union—he paid miners to go and violently picket against miners who stayed at work. And he got a strike by brute force instead of the ballot.”
When the strike began on March 12, miners in the Midlands and Nottingham refused to join. Their pits were profitable. They were not slated for closure. They had cars, mortgages, decent salaries, pension plans—they had no desire to throw themselves on the bonfire of Scargill's vanity. Their lack of solidarity confirmed Scargill's deepest instincts about the unwisdom of the unpoliti-cized laboring classes: How easily they were tempted by baubles and trinkets! The dissenting miners demanded a national ballot.
Scargill refused. Why, he asked, should a treacherous labor aristocracy be allowed to vote other working men out of a job?

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