I don't much contribute to the emotive stuff on here, but as I've some first hand experience on the subject discussed, here goes...
I worked in the mines for 10 years, 1978-88, hence was employed there during the 84-85 strike (coal face craftsman after serving my apprenticeship in the steelworks).
Steel had been decimated by foreign imports and Thatcher had brought in McGregor to cow the steel unions into submission, I went into the coal industry hoping this would secure my work prospects for several more years than in steel.
But of course, she turned McGregor on to the coal industry with a mandate to decimate it.
Don't get me wrong, there have been arguments made by some posters that hold weight and some that haven't a fuckin clue but like to weigh in for arguments sake.
I'll start with the strike itself - I believed in it. I Stayed out the full duration despite having 2 children aged 10 months and 3 years when the strike began and only my wage coming in.
As for Scargill, mixed feelings, a bit too far left for my taste but a great orator and he was prophetic about what subsequently came about. But as some allude to, the sacrifices he expected ordinary men to make were extreme.
Scabs.... Not a term I like to fling about willy nilly. I had some great lads as mates at my pit and one or two went back early. The hardliners had no grey areas, you went back, you were a scab.
I couldn't discriminate as such, there were some horrific cases of debt, poverty, mental health issues, marriage break up threats that all contributed to some going back. These guys had stayed out in some cases 11 months and caved in as a result of reasons above. I couldn't label these people as scabs and totally blank them forever.
Some of course went back because you knew they would, if a poll had been taken at the beginning of the strike as to who would break it, all the favourites were first back...
As for the police...
I was at Orgreave early days, before the real nasty stuff started. It was reasonably good natured and even banter with the cops who were mostly local.
The a sea change occurred, police bussed in in droves, the MET came with an attitude of "we'll sort these northern monkeys out proper". The atmosphere and events turned poisonous and I witnessed stuff that will stay with me forever and made me anti police for years afterwards. The army were certainly involved as one of my workmates spotted his brother who was in the army in a pair of police overalls (no ID number) laying into miners with cosh and riot shield.
All this made us bitter and determined to stick it out as the government turned its entire forces on a group of workers fighting for what we felt was a just cause.
When we were forced back, marching back in to our pit on that first day was such a sad (but proud) event, a defeated army returning home.
Thing were never the same post strike, management had us by the bollocks and twisted them. The atmosphere was awful and I genuinely felt sorry for some of the lads who caved in near the end.
One bloke who was hard line, got changed near me and one morning heard me exchange daily greeting with a guy who had gone back a week or two early. He asked why I was speaking to a scab, I told him to mind his own business and fuck off. He never spoke to me again and labelled me scab lover.
It didn't bother me as he was a cunt anyway so it did me a favour, but that's an example of how it was afterwards.
Our pit reduced capacity by 50% in 88 and closed in 91 under the "economic closure" plan. I went in 88 at 35 years old, thinking I was young enough to find another career elsewhere as I'd got some qualifications at least. Some of the lads had only known pit work and I felt so sorry for those.
In hindsight (and I'm coming up 70 now so do get fucked @Fallowfield Blade) leaving the coal industry did me a huge favour as my work career went onwards and upwards and I achieved stuff I never dreamt I was capable of. Whereas, had the pits survived another generation I may well have stuck there and payed the price health wise as I saw in many of the old timers I'd worked with, they were totally fucked after a lifetime in mining. Life takes many turns and sometimes such turns end up being good ones, this one was for me, but others I know never recovered from losing their jobs.
I'd say these days I'm a moderate, but a Labour man through and through and my feelings towards Thatcher and her ilk have not softened in the intervening years. She was a cow.
Scargill expected (and got) too much from ordinary working men, but give me him over Thatcher any day of the week.