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Thatcher’s Golden Years: remembering the ‘Battle of the Beanfield’

  • April 11, 2013
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[An image originally featured in this post has been removed after being alerted by the copyright owner, Mr John Harris, that it was not in the public domain. Our sincere apologies to Mr Harris for the misunderstanding.]

Glenda Jackson’s powerful assault on Margaret Thatcher yesterday was a welcome antidote to the sycophantic drivel emanating from politicians and clueless celebrities such as the witless mannequin David Beckham.

With Britain’s politicians queuing up to pay their respects, it was a breath of fresh air to hear Jackson remind Parliament in no uncertain terms of Thatcher’s ‘brutal contempt’ towards sections of British society and the culture of ‘ greed, selfishness and no care for the weaker’ that she promoted and represented.

Too right, and good for Glenda that she didn’t allow the Tory jeers to shut her down.  Her speech reminded me of a defining episode from the Thatcher years, which I have not heard mentioned during the past week, when the ‘brutal contempt’ that she described found an outlet in a particularly horrendous act of police violence.

I’m referring not to the miners’ strike, which contained many such incidents, but to the so-called ‘Battle of the Beanfield’ that took place near Stonehenge  on 1 June 1985.   That day Wiltshire police attacked a convoy of New Age travelers who were peacefully camped in a meadow near the A303, on their way to the Summer Solstice festival.

When I say attacked, I mean that the police went completely berserk, laying into men and pregnant women with truncheons, and smashing up their caravans, in a premeditated assault that shocked The Observer‘s Nick Davies, one of the few reporters present that day, who wrote how

‘ There was glass breaking, people screaming, black smoke towering out of burning caravans and everywhere there seemed to be people being bashed and flattened and pulled by the hair… men, women and children were led away, shivering, swearing, crying, bleeding, leaving their homes in pieces… Over the years I had seen all kinds of horrible and frightening things and always managed to grin and write it. But as I left the Beanfield, for the first time, I felt sick enough to cry.’

Kim Sabido, a reporter with ITN news, also witnessed the scene, and delivered a report to camera, in which he declared:

‘What we—the ITN camera crew and myself as a reporter—have seen in the last 30 minutes here in this field has been some of the most brutal police treatment of people that I”ve witnessed in my entire career as a journalist. The number of people who have been hit by policemen, who have been clubbed whilst holding babies in their arms in coaches around this field, is yet to be counted.’

This commentary was removed from the evening news that night.   All this was fairly normal behavior back then.  As  Police Review noted that same month, this savage assault on the Travellers   ‘ had been planned for several months and lessons in rapid deployment learned from the miners” strike were implemented.’

This ‘battle’ was one incident in what became an annual spectacle of police harassing  the Traveller convoys every summer, in order to eradicate a minority group regarded by the Thatcher government as  troublesome and unacceptable social deviants.

The official attitude was summed up by Thatcher’s Home Secretary Douglas Hurd the following year, who called the Travellers ‘nothing more than a band of medieval brigands who have no respect for the law or the rights of others.’

That same year Thatcher declared that she was ‘only too delighted to do anything we can to make life difficult for such things as hippy convoys.’  The press naturally followed suit, unleashing a vicious smear campaign against none other than the Earl of Cardigan, secretary of the Marlborough Conservative Association and a local landowner, who witnessed the assault and strongly criticized the police.

When His Lordship refused to allow police to evict a group of Travellers who remained on his land,  the Tory press began to question the sanity of the  ‘loony lord’, with a Times editorial suggesting that he was ‘  barking mad’ – a condition that it described as ‘ probably hereditary.’

Cardigan successfully sued five newspapers who had accused him of making up what he had seen that day.   Out of 440 Travellers arrested that day, 24 took Wiltshire Police to court court for wrongful arrest, assault and criminal damage, and eventually won their case at Winchester Crown Court in 1991.

An ugly and largely forgotten episode from those halcyon years, but one which nevertheless encapsulated in so many ways the essential characteristics of Thatcherism; mean-spirited,  vindictive bigotry;  chauvinism and intolerance;  the routine use of police violence to suppress protest, dissent or difference or simply to impose social uniformity and conformity on people who challenged the prevailing social and political consensus either by their actions or simply by their lifestyle.

All of which is worth remembering, the next time you hear someone like Obama talking about Thatcher’s commitment to ‘freedom and liberty’ and the wondrous transformation of British society that made the country great again.










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  1. C1P

    9th Feb 2014 - 5:07 pm

    I don’t agree with how the police treated those people but maybe if the anti-Thatcher brigade should have done a better job of voting her out of office and thus avoiding episodes like this. Instead of whining and moaning about something that could have easily been avoided.

    • Matt

      9th Feb 2014 - 9:01 pm

      Don’t see your point at all. It’s the ‘anti-Thatcher brigade’s’ fault that the police attacked travelers year after year?

  2. John Harris

    13th Nov 2014 - 3:38 pm

    Great picture of the mounted police attack- who took it Matt?

    • Matt

      13th Nov 2014 - 3:51 pm

      I’m not sure John. It might be Andy Worthington, or it could be a shot from the documentary ‘Operation Solstice’. I plucked it from the Internet.

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