AN UNCIVIL WAR - The Battle of Orgreave. 18th June 1984.

“A brilliant account of one of the most important events of recent decades, told by those who were directly involved, illustrated by beautiful photography” – Alastair Campbell

"It's a brilliant book, in every way." - Lord Neil Kinnock.

The film Strike; An Uncivil War is on Netflix.

I grew up in Belfast so the impact of the 1984 miners' strike for me was diminished. It felt like a news story from another country. Coincidentally, I had been born in Wakefield - because my dad was building a bridge on the M1 between Leeds and Barnsley - but left at just a few months old. I have no memories of it, but my mum used to tell us about not being able to hang clothes out because they would come in black. Later, when I was a teenager, I remember seeing the horses charging at Orgreave on the nine o'clock news and Margaret Thatcher talking about "the enemy within", but little else. I had considered it a piece of history, something in the past that didn't really matter any more. That was before working on this project.

What became clear quite quickly was just how divisive the strike was, not just between the two sides, but also within the TWO sides. For many, the scars of those divisions have still not healed. But what has stayed with me most is not the injustices or grievances or bitterness or anger, all of which are valid, but rather the deep-rooted sense of community, of belonging and collective purpose, that defined the mining communities prior to the 1984-85 strike. It wasn't something added on or woven in with an outcome in mind. It had evolved over generations and is what the communities were at their very heart. It manifested itself in trust, camaraderie, caring, and hard work. It had prevailed in all the mining villages since the Industrial Revolution. And then it was gone.

This book is about the sun setting on that last generation of mining communities. There is no romance. It was brutal. The demise was relatively quick, but it didn't happen overnight. If there was, however, one day upon which everything hinged, when everything changed, a "before and after" day, that day was Monday, 18 June, 1984. The events of that day would change the industrial and the socio-economic landscape of Britain for ever. The day would become known as the Battle of Orgreave.

There was a canyon between the two sides of the strike, and much disagreement within each camp.

In many respects they were both right. They both believed in what they were trying to achieve and they were both led by individuals who would stop at nothing to realise respective goals. This much is not debatable. It could be argued that one side was looking to the future while the other was clinging to the past. Regardless, they both believed what they were doing was for the better. In many respects, as it turned out, they both got it wrong.

This is not a history lesson, it is an attempt, through the words of those who were there, to seek an understanding of what motivated both sides, and for me, to gain some small insight into what it must have felt like to be the people who lived through the terrible struggles of those 12 long months. And to learn from those words and experiences.

Some would argue it was inevitable, there was certainly much preparation for it. No matter, the fallout has been profound and lasting, and many would say not for the better.

Something was lost that day. Not the bloody battle itself, the victory was hollow. Perhaps what was lost, in different ways on both sides, was our sense of who we arc as a people; as Britain and what we think that means. And like selling the family silver, it may be lost for ever.

Dan and I have worked on numerous projects together over the years. When he started making the film, Strike; An Uncivil War I asked to get involved and that's how this book came about. (Daniel Gordon is a double BAFTA winning film director and long time collaborator).