A huge and powerful strike of British dockers against low pay, unsafe conditions and casual, precarious employment contracts which, with international solidarity, won nearly all its demands and marked a turning point in UK working class history.
The dangerous nature of port work, combined with low pay, poor working conditions and widespread social deprivation ensured that the workforce looked to their trade unions for protection. As a result, industrial relations were strained throughout the history of the port.
Until the late 19th century, much of the trade of the port was seasonal. Sugar came from the West Indies, timber from the north, tea and spices from the Far East. It was difficult to predict when ships would arrive since bad weather could delay a fleet.
The number of ships arriving during a period of four successive weeks in 1861 at the West India Dock was 42, 131, 209 and 85. On some days there were many ships in the docks, on others very few.
There was very little mechanisation - the loading and discharging of ships was highly labour-intensive. Demand for men varied from day to day because there was very little advance notice that a ship was arriving. The dock companies only took on labourers when trade picked up and they needed them.
The ‘call-on’
Most workers in the docks were casual labourers taken on for the day. Sometimes they would be taken on only for a few hours. Twice a day there was a ‘call-on’ at each of the docks when labour was hired for short periods.
Only the lucky few would be selected, the rest would be sent home without payment. The employers wanted to have a large number of men available for work but they did not want to pay them when there was no work.
The dock strike began over a dispute about ‘plus’ money during the unloading of the Lady Armstrong in the West India Docks. ‘Plus’ money was a bonus paid for completing work quickly. The East and West India Dock Company had cut their ‘plus’ rates to attract ships into their own docks rather than others.
A trade depression and an oversupply of docks and warehousing led to fierce competition between the rival companies. The cut in payments provided the opportunity for long-held grievances among the workforce to surface.
Led by Ben Tillet, the men in the West India Dock struck on 14 August and immediately started persuading other dockers to join them. The Dockers’ Union had no funds and needed help.
The support they needed came when the Amalgamated Stevedores Union, under Tom McCarthy, joined the strike. Not only did they carry high status in the port but their work was essential to the running of the docks.
Support from the stevedores
The stevedores’ union issued a manifesto, entitled To the Trade Unionists and People of London. This called on other workers to support the dockers
Other workers followed the lead of the stevedores, including the seamen, firemen, lightermen, watermen, ropemakers, fish porters and carmen. Strikes broke out daily in factories and workshops throughout the East End.
The port was paralyzed by what was in effect a general strike. It was estimated that by 27 August 130,000 men were on strike.
The dockers formed a strike committee to organize the dispute and decide on its aims. The main strike demand was ‘the dockers’ tanner’ - a wage of 6d an hour (instead of their previous 5d an hour) and an overtime rate of 8d per hour.
They also wanted the contract and ‘plus’ systems to be abolished and ‘call-ons’ to be reduced to two a day. They also demanded that they be taken on for minimum periods of four hours and that their union be recognized throughout the port.
The Strike Committee organised mass meetings and established pickets outside the dock gates. They persuaded men still at work and ‘blacklegs’ to come out on strike.
During the strike the port was at a standstill and the dock companies were losing money. Despite this, they believed that giving into the dockers’ demands would set a dangerous precedent.
From the beginning of September however money poured in from Australia. The first instalment of £150 was sent by the Brisbane Wharf Labourers’ Union.
In all, over £30,000 was raised by the Australian dockers and their allies. It arrived at just the right time and meant the end of worries about feeding the strikers and their families.
The dockers could now face a longer strike and the leaders knew they could now concentrate on the picket lines. Defeat through hunger now seemed very unlikely and the dockers scented victory.
On 5 September, when the strike was in its fourth week, the Lord Mayor of London formed the Mansion House Committee.Its aim was to try to bring the two sides together to end the strike. Ben Tillett and John Burns represented the dockers at the negotiations.
The Mansion House Committee persuaded the employers to meet practically all the dockers’ demands. After five weeks the Dock Strike was over. It was agreed that the men would go back to work on 16 September.
After the successful strike, the dockers formed a new General Labourers’ Union. Tillett was elected General Secretary and Tom Mann became the union’s first President. In London alone, nearly 20,000 men joined this new union.
The success of the Dockers’ Strike was a turning point in the history of trade unionism. Workers throughout the country, particularly the unskilled, gained a new confidence to organise themselves and carry out collective action. From 750,000 in 1888, trade union membership grew to 1.5 million by 1892 and to over 2 million by 1899
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“Mr. President, any comments about the rising death toll in Hawaii?”
“No comment”
This is definitely how you win reelection.
Man my kid can say a number of words now and can respond with yes and no and holy shit it is a trip.
Absolute mindfuck
Hey comrades I logged on here during a break after a rough day at work and watching you all bully the libs made my day. Thank you.
Its taking away from my other, even more unimportant and trivial responsabilities!
no joke. Federation is eating into my gaming time.
I have a weird hobby called “orgs” which are games of survivor/big brother/other social strategy formats on internet forums and spending all day yesterday discoursing instead of playing that probably hurt my social game lol
It is both a responsibility and a privilege.
Twitter guy saying that the CCP hates to be seen as silly or light hearted but like a solid 60% of all accounts branded Chinese State Media on Twitter literally post nothing but silly animals and faithful pets helping their owners.
Don’t forget unimaginably hilarious memes
I wish I could meme like that. : |
Holy smoke lmao
absolute rollercoaster of a week
- put my hand up for another job internally in my company, which i really fucking wanted and needed because staying in my current role was cratering me mentally
- felt shit that sciatica seemed to be going backwards since getting off prescription meds, went to physio in a real sour mood and he could tell
- was sore that night and the following day
- that following day, i was having an interview for that internal job at 10am
- had a breakdown at 9am because i was thinking about
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suicide and planning it out again
- ugly cried until 9:30am
- got myself cleaned up, did the virtual interview at 10am
- smashed it
- had therapy that night, told my psych about everything and he literally said if i need to, I should quit my job because it’s clouding and ruining everything else I like about life
- feel better for the weekend, still kinda sore though
- log on today, have sudden meeting request for 10:30am
- I got the new job
gg no re
glad things are looking up
there was a tagline telling me to read something called naomis trans research document or something. it went away before i could click it, and when i googled it all that came up was stuff by a terf named naomi
anyone know what this was? is there an easy way to search the taglines?
probably nominal.naomi’s research masterdoc
thank you!
why are so many of these lemmy peeps trying to recreate the place they just fled from? If you browse all sorted by new there are so many posts from coms like “what could go wrong” and “mildly infuriating.” Like they know it’s still there right? It didn’t actually die
The accusations that we are bots makes negative sense when you pause and think for a moment (impossible I know). Why would China and Russia put hundreds to thousands of posters on their payroll for three years to do nothing but talk between themselves? Do libs think we are really Manchurian candidates that got activated right when we federated? lmao
Hang on, did you not recieve the big red blinking light that’s marked “POSTING TIME” that starts blinking when Xi wants us to go to work?
We really need a moscow clock, a beijing clock, and a lagos clock just to make them wonder.
I’ll do whatever you tell me Mr. Xi
Oh wait, that’s not what they mean when they call us bots is it?
something something training a pair of LLMs against each other
okay we have but how come theres no :jesse-speak:
Camino de Santiago Quest 2023: Day 29
Time for the epilogue. This journey was all about people, so let’s close the book on some of them for now.
First, the new friends. Australia took off for Amsterdam. She’s an insanely hot skateboarding, surfing, ayahuasca taking whale biologist and probably the coolest person I’ve ever met. Self-loathing, especially related to body image, is easily my biggest problem in life so meeting her should have sent me on a negativity spiral. But Australia is a feminist and instead we bonded over the shared struggle for beauty and how unjust it all is. We both have eating disorders. She’s anorexic. I binge eat and brought a fucking bathroom scale on a hiking trip. It was nice to meet someone who’s also been through it. I will miss standing in solidarity against the patriarchy with her.
Belgium for sure had a crush on me, and we’ve got a lot in common, but he’s also ten years younger than I am. As a millennial who hangs out exclusively with zoomers this is the burden I must carry. It’s not going to happen, but I have a ton of admiration for him and it was honestly moving that he got teary-eyed saying goodbye to me. We’d only known each other for two days! The power of the Camino.
Old friends. London has been chugging along for days despite his age and foot injury. I only got to walk with him twice (though we drank together a dozen times or so) but he’s been sending me encouraging texts for a week. He was instrumental in pulling me out of my bipolar depressive episode. I sent him a picture of the pilgrim certificate I got in Santiago to remind him that it’s all worth it. Literally. He wanted to know if it’s worth the 3€ lol.
Quebec. She’s been back in Montreal for weeks already since she was never doing the whole thing, but we’ve stayed in touch and it’s absurd how much her presence was missed on the back half of the pilgrimage. She told me that just seven days on the way was enough to reframe how she views relationships, including friendships. I feel like I was just a tiny weird little blip in other people’s experiences but it sounds like that isn’t true. Quebec was a true friend to me and she saw me the same way. It’s humbling. Why do all these cooler and prettier women keep liking me? What do I do with all these strong female friendships??
Brazil. What can I say?
Prior to yesterday I had convinced myself that Brazil didn’t really like me that much, or that he had abandoned me to walk with Brighton and Iceland and the other college guys. I was sad and confused about his decision to enter the city ahead of me instead of together. Even Quebec was confused about this development and she’s in Canada.
I still don’t really know why he did that but it doesn’t matter. He tracked me down in the city right away yesterday morning and then joined me and Australia/Belgium for dinner and drinks at night. We had a terrific time and it was amazing seeing friends from the start and end of the Camino come together.
I was going to leave Santiago early this morning until Brazil invited me to attend Pilgrim’s Mass at the cathedral. He’s very religious but in a good way where he also hates the Catholic church as an institution, so much so that he’s often skipped visiting cathedrals. Whatever the reason, he wanted to attend this time and he wanted me to join him.
This was indeed a special Mass, for we were able to experience the swinging Botafumerio, a massive urn of frankincense that brothers of the church propel through the air with ropes. Usually they only swing the Botafumerio during special events so this was a rare and magnificent thing to witness. I broke into tears. The Camino doesn’t have any one clear dramatic ‘end’ moment like climbing Katahdin, unless you’re a big fan of walking around a corner and seeing the front of a big building. But this? THIS was what I walked for. Watching that urn swing in front of St. James’ sea scalloped tomb to swells of music as the priest offered his blessings for “our return to the Camino of everyday life” had me bawling. I saw Brazil take communion for the first time this whole trip. We were both sobbing. We were together for the big finish after all.
Saying goodbye was difficult. Though we didn’t know each other at the time, he and I left Saint-John-Pied-de-Port side by side almost a month ago. He recently discovered that he even shows up in snapshots I took that day before we met.
We got breakfast in a coffee shop. He had something important he wanted to tell me. “You don’t like to be alone,” he said. “But you’re not. You never will be, even if you’re walking by yourself. You’re not alone because you have you and that’s enough.”
We hugged in the town square for over a minute. He left to catch a train. I’m sure he’s on his way back to São Paulo right now.
But me? I turned around, tightened my pack, and threw on some music. It was the same playlist I listened to on that morning out of Saint-Jean, just a day after being dumped by my friends and left feeling as lonely as I ever have. Brazil was walking right ahead of me that day. This time he was behind, going the other way. But it’s okay that I’m by myself. I’m not alone anymore.
70km left to go until I touch the ocean.
I just had a striking thought. CW: discussion of sex
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People think Furry cons are weird because they think that furries got to cons to have a lot of sex.
But what they’ve forgotten, or never knew, is that people have gone to cons to have a lot of sex since conventions were invented.
Like why do they think all the toilet paper dispenser salesmen in the country flew out to Chicago or Vegas or whatever once a year? To talk about toilet paper dispensers? Hell no, it was to get absolutely obliterated and engage in Olympic level marital infidelity. You only got to see Brad from Scranton once a year at most, you weren’t gonna waste your weekend paying attention to the sales presentations!
There is a professional benefit to networking by engaging in marital infidelity with Brad from Scranton. You both did unspeakable things with those prostitutes together, which means your maintenance crew will probably buy toilet paper dispensers from him and he’ll give you a good rate.
Furry conventions remove that part unless you’re an artist making bank from commissions because instead of the Catholic church paying you to paint a mural on a chapel that takes 100s of years to finish building like in the olden days, some senior IT guy is paying you to draw on a Wacom tablet the mental image he has of himself as a muscular blue wolf fucking a big tittied pink cat.