‘The Stars
Look Down’ (1940) stars Michael Redgrave and is set in a North Eastern mining
town in the 1930s. Above all else, it
demonstrated to me the unremitting misery of the 19th and 20th Century coal community. This is of particular personal
interest to me. Although I grew up in
Sheffield, with steel workers as my immediate antecedents, in 1999 I moved to a
traditional coal mining town. My work put me
in touch with many old miners and I found myself working in communities where
mining was gone but by no means forgotten.
I have seen how the memory of dark times has been passed on down the
generations, so that even decades old grievances can be brought into play
without either side thinking it strange.
This is history that remains difficult to shake off. I found it bemusing at first.
‘The Stars
Look Down’ portrays a community that is downtrodden by its livelihood. When the workers try and make a stand against
the greed of the pit owners, the mine closes and they are left with
nothing. There is no alternative
work. The whole town is dragged down as
people can’t afford to buy from the shopkeepers and small tradesmen. With nothing else to kick against, they turn
in on themselves. Those who do try and
find a way out – such as Redgrave’s character (Davey Fenwick) are viewed with
amusement or disdain. The will to break
free has been forced out of most, they continue along a single track like a
blinkered pit pony.
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When the pit
is open and working, danger is a constant presence. The film makes it clear that many were of the
opinion that mine owners put profit before lives. It puts across a firm opinion that only
public ownership will make this a safer working environment. Daily threat of death is accepted as a hazard
of earning enough to stay alive – a paradox unacceptable in the modern world.
The storyline ends tragically. True to
life for so many families. Also true to
life perhaps is Davey Fenwick’s eventual return to his home village. Even those that escaped found the world
outside just too different to cope with – such was the unique character of a
pit village.
Nationalisation
was achieved but it didn’t stop the accidents or the strikes. What really changed things was the welfare
state, which meant that loss of work didn’t lead to cruelly means- tested
grinding poverty. Although the towns and
villages where I live and work are still struggling through the closures of two
decades ago with some of the highest unemployment rates in the country. This
film helped me to see why I shouldn’t have been so bemused when I moved here.
Perhaps if I had seen this first I would have been more prepared.
Since moving
here, I have traced my family tree and found that I have some north eastern
mining blood. Cornforth and Ferryhill are my ancestral homes, and were probably
not that different to the village portrayed in the film, even back in the 19th
century. I am proud to have this blood –
but glad that Great Grandma decided to seek her fortune in the big city and
took her hook to Sheffield. And now I
realise just how much I should admire her for breaking free from that
setting. Strange to imagine that I did
actually meet her, that this history was just in my grasp as our lives briefly
overlapped. Unfortunately, she was so old that she scared me! But it just shows
that these terrible lives were not so long ago in the grand scheme of things,
which should be much to our shame.
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