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Lillian Bilocca and the "headscarf revolutionaries" from Hull [BBC documentary]

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How Hull women turned the tide on fishing bosses


Hull's headscarf heroes: The local women whose relentless fight ...


Just came across this randomly on BBC and what an inspiring story this was. The women were led by Lillian Bilocca - a British fisheries worker and campaigner for improved safety in the fishing fleet. Spurred into action by the Hull triple trawler tragedy of 1968 which claimed 58 lives, she led a direct action campaign to prevent undermanned trawlers from putting to sea and gathered 10,000 signatures for a petition (the Fishermen's Charter) to Harold Wilson's government to strengthen safety legislation. She threatened to picket Wilson's house if he did not take action. Government ministers later implemented all of the measures outlined in the charter.

Well worth watching




Documentary which marks the 50th anniversary of the triple trawler tragedy during January and February of 1968, in which 58 men died. It was one of Britain's deadliest maritime disasters, which tore through the heart of Hull's Hessle Road fishing community. The film tells the epic story of the Hull fishermen who did the most dangerous job in Britain and their wives whose protest ensured such a disaster never happened again. The women's campaign was one of the biggest and most successful civil action campaigns of the 20th century. Combining rare archive and emotional testimony - including that of Yvonne Blenkinsop, the last surviving leader of the women - those who lived through the tragedy and fought for change tell their incredible stories for the first time.

By the 1960s Hull was home to the greatest deep sea fishery on earth. 150 deep sea trawlers were based at St Andrews Dock and every year they brought in up to a quarter of a million tons of fish - 25 per cent of Britain's total catch. But to bring in such large quantities Hull's trawlermen had to take enormous risks, because the best hunting grounds were 1,000 miles away in the dangerous Arctic waters around Iceland. There was little regard for the men's health and safety, making this by far the most dangerous job in Britain with 6,000 Hull men lost at sea.

For Hull's women the fact that their men could die at work at any time was a constant worry, made bearable only by the joy of their return. We hear tragic stories of lost loved ones that cast a shadow over family life. This long history of hurt formed the background to the triple trawler disaster of January and early February 1968- an event which rocked even this extraordinarily stoic community.

In January 1968, Hull's trawlers headed into the Arctic in their quest for the biggest catch. By early February it became clear that three of them had sunk, first the St Romanus, then the Kingston Peridot and finally the Ross Cleveland. The last two were fishing in Arctic waters when they were hit by the worst storm in living memory and were obliterated by the hurricane force winds, blizzards and ferocious waves. Altogether 58 men were drowned.

Among those who lost a loved one was 17-year-old mother-of-two Denise Wilson. She tells the story of how she became the youngest widow in Hull. The man whose task was to break the news to the families was young port missionary Donald Woolley. He reveals that despite the grief and devastation at the catastrophic loss of so many fathers, brothers and sons, there was an extraordinary spirit of resilience amongst the young wives and mothers.

Fuelled by years of suffering and loss, the headscarfed women rose up to protest against the dangerous working conditions. They were led by larger-than-life fishwife Lilian Bilocca. Her daughter Virginia remembers how she began a petition that was signed by almost everyone in Hessle Road. This was followed by mass meetings, a march on the trawler bosses' offices and dramatic attempts to stop any unsafe trawlers going to sea. What they all wanted was a safer fishing industry - and they were prepared to do anything to get it.

Unbeknown to 'Big Lil' as she came to be known, while she was protesting, her young son Ernie was also caught up in the storm and fighting for his life. He tells the story of his nightmare ordeal. So too does trawlerman Ken Shakesby, who also nearly died in the storm. His wife Jean was another headscarf protester who almost lost her husband.

Yvonne Blenkinsop is the last survivor amongst the women who led the protest. She tells how she was inspired to fight for change by the death of her own father at sea a few years before. She made passionate speeches to the women of Hessle Road about the need for greater safety at sea. After preventing unsafe ships from leaving St Andrews Dock in Hull, during the first week of February 1968 three of the leaders - including Yvonne - travelled to London for top-level talks with the government. 88 safety measures were enacted immediately. The first to be implemented was a mother ship complete with up to date medical and radio facilities. The new fishermen's charter laid the foundations for safety at sea for generations to come, and was welcomed by all.

But in the 1970s the Hull fishing industry fell into rapid decline with the Cod Wars and sadly the old fishing industry disappeared. As it went the memory of what Yvonne, Lil Bilocca and the other women had achieved also faded. When Lil died in 1988 at the age of 59 there was little fanfare. Nevertheless today, with Hull as City of Culture there is now at last new recognition for the women who led one of the most successful protest movements of the last 50 years: Lil Bilocca and the 'headscarf heroes,' including the last surviving leader, the extraordinary Yvonne Blenkinsop.
 
At the time I was living in Grimsby. There was immense rivalry between the two fleets. Grimsby trawlermen would argue that the GY fleet was much better, and bigger, than the Hull fleet. GY was for a while the biggest white fish port in Europe, and was called Europe's food town because of the large Bird's Eye, Ross Foods, Findus, and other food processors.

But this tragedy echoed hard and loud around the town. It stopped all rivalry for a while. We knew that it could just as easily have been any one of our boats and crews lost. We shared the grief and pain. I remember my mother, who had boat owning family, and family fishing the same grounds, being very subdued. It was a painful period for all Humber trawlermen and their families. Those lost are remembered as much in GY as in Hull.

Fishing is still a dangerous job. My family went on to lose two boats with all hands in the two years following this tragedy.
 
I agree well worth watching, I downloaded it last year and have watched it a couple of times. Inspirational.
 
At the time I was living in Grimsby. There was immense rivalry between the two fleets. Grimsby trawlermen would argue that the GY fleet was much better, and bigger, than the Hull fleet. GY was for a while the biggest white fish port in Europe, and was called Europe's food town because of the large Bird's Eye, Ross Foods, Findus, and other food processors.

Well, there was the root of the rivalry: Grimsby had the bigger fleet in terms of numbers of boats, but Hull's fleet was all big distant-water trawlers and in most years landed a lot more fish. So which was actually the bigger and better?! :p

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There's been a fair bit of commemoration of the 'headscarf revolutionaries' locally, including this mural at the end of a street near where 'Big Lil' lived. There was also a truly excellent play about it during City of Culture - one of the best bits of theatre I've ever seen.
 
Two vey minor criticisms. During the same period a GY boat went down, and the footage of the trawlers doesn’t show just how bad the conditions were when they were lost.

One of my uncles was at sea in the area and occasionally talks of it. Usually little more than to say that it was bad, and that last boat was there on one sweep of the radar, and gone the next. He talks of having to spend hours chopping ice to keep afloat and fishing at the same time.

Although I was barely a teen at the time the memories are still there of that time. I remember that, despite the rivalries, GY had a memorial service for the lost Hull men.
 
Never forget the cost of our fish, i knew a guy many years ago who was a radio operator on a super trawler he died when it went down in the Bering sea.
 
A few years ago I saw a play about the Gaul disaster at Hull truck. If anything it was even better than the one about Lil Bilocca. At the interval I went for a piss and there was an old guy crying in the toilets, saying to his friend that he'd been on another trawler only a few miles away, that they knew something dreadful had happened, but there was nothing they could do about it. Even I had a lump in my throat at the end when the real names of the crew were projected on a screen, with an unaccompanied voice singing Three-Day Millionaire. The fishing industry collapsed more than thirty years ago, but feelings still run high about it here...
 
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A few years ago I saw a play about the Gaul disaster at Hull truck. If anything it was even better than the one about Lil Bilocca. At the interval I went for a piss and there was an old guy crying in the toilets, saying to his friend that he'd been on another trawler only a few miles away, that they knew something dreadful had happened, but there was nothing they could do about it. Even I had a lump in my throat at the end when the real names of the crew were projected on a screen, with an unaccompanied voice singing Three-Day Millionaire. The fishing industry collapsed more than thirty years ago, but feelings still run high about it here...
The same in the GY fleet. The trawlermen were shafted by the owners who greedily sold the quotas and gave the crews nothing in return.
 
And pocketed millions in decommissioning payments whilst ensuring they weren't on the hook for any redundancy payments.
They claimed the crew were short term contract employees and therefore didn't qualify.

Again talking about my family, my uncle had been at sea from being a 15 year old deckle learner. He trained and studied and worked his way up to chief engineer. He then went to on to commission new boats. When the fleet was sold he got nothing. It was, he was told, all he was entitled to. He was not considered to be an employee.

To further rub it in he was told all his qualications and experience counted for nothing. He ended working in a chicken processing factory packing frozen chickens into boxes.
 
They claimed the crew were short term contract employees and therefore didn't qualify.

Legally that was true - and not just for fishermen but for a lot of seafarers, since they signed on by the voyage and didn't have ongoing contracts. But the government did try and get a compensation scheme going as the industry contracted, and the main reason it didn't work was that the trawler owners chucked every spanner in the works that they could. It was 1997 before the next Labour government got some money together for those who were still around to benefit from it...

Again talking about my family, my uncle had been at sea from being a 15 year old deckle learner. He trained and studied and worked his way up to chief engineer. He then went to on to commission new boats. When the fleet was sold he got nothing. It was, he was told, all he was entitled to. He was not considered to be an employee.

To further rub it in he was told all his qualications and experience counted for nothing. He ended working in a chicken processing factory packing frozen chickens into boxes.

'Twas ever thus, sadly. Even now a lot of people who've been fishing struggle when they come ashore. It's a highly skilled business, but most of those skills aren't much in demand beyond the confines of a fishing boat.
 
A good few years ago Uncle Karl was fishing with his son‘s boat within sight but a good way off. His son trawled a mine. It blew him out of the water. Uncle Karl could do nothing. All hands lost.

About two years later a similar thing happened. Uncle Karl saw his other son’s boat go down. All hands lost.

Uncle Jack was on a trawler that went down while on mine clearance in the Humber mouth. He was washed out of the boat and saw his crew mates go down with it. He was the only survivor. Next tide he was off again, despite having vowed never to go to sea again.

My mother will not speak of these in detail. Uncle Karl had brought her up during the war and was the last part of the family that had fled from Nazi persecution in Germany. My mother being the first U.K. born member of the family.

As for the naval side of my family...
 
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