I don’t take this image personally. It’s not about me; it’s about something much bigger: an expression of arbitrary power
I joined Sheffield Women Against Pit Closures early in the miners’ strike, in 1984. It was made up of miners’ wives or, in my case, politically aware women. I was in the anti-nuclear movement, and had been at Greenham Common. We knew a huge fight was coming, and it couldn’t be ignored.
Initially, the miners were wary of women’s involvement in the strike, but we found we could do things they had never expected: address meetings, set up soup kitchens and fundraise. Women became the backbone of the strike.