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A Chinese Celebration - Friday 2 April 2004 Everyone remembers the night of the 5th of February this year when all the emergency services searched the Bay for cockle pickers who didn't make it back to dry land. At first the total was 19 dead. Then another body found made it 20. 24 are unaccounted for, and we all hope, with a pathetic irony, that they survive somewhere, hiding from our laws that delivered them into the hands of gangmasters, and that maybe fear of these keeps them out of sight and not the cold, careless waters of the Atlantic. We don't know the individuals - their likes and dislikes - how they felt about their work, about each other - for sure every group of people who live and work together have their likes and dislikes - one who jokes, one who is strong, one who is frail, one who looks after the stragglers, one who learnt the language a bit earlier and speaks for the others, one who's planning to marry, one who's been there, one who's sending money home - for children, for parents, for a sister or brother to study. It's difficult for us to know who they all were. But we know that like us, they had thousands of full days behind them, full of memories and hopes and, like us, a cold death by drowning in the bay was never part of the plan. So this felt like it was going to be a strange night
- a Chinese celebration. This is what we do when we lose people we
knew. We celebrate their lives and what they meant to us. In this
case we don't yet know the full import of what they brought us - it's
still coming and there will be much more. But one thing we are finding
out is that despite the mean pittance these workers were paid, they
were still trying to be breadwinners, a support to those they left
behind. There is no compensation for their families. Don't expect
any Public Inquiry into their employers' negligence. And hence this
benefit night, in aid of the Morecambe Bay Chinese
Victims Support Fund. So we And when we got there it was suddenly easy. The place was packed. Every seat taken, people sitting on the floor and crowded in standing wherever they could fit. A very familiar face - Sue Paylor, Secretary of the Gregson Community Association - MC'd the night. It's not the first fundraiser she's organised by a very long chalk - but I suspect it was the classiest. Frank played a solo number after that - a flamenco /
rock number with chinese lyrics. The house was well warmed up after
this and
A complete change then when Wen Jai Dong came back to demonstrate short form T'ai Chi to music. She was very lithe and graceful - poised and present.
A break for food followed - credit goes to Pat, Amy,
Shane, Martin, Tom and Megan of the Gregson Centre (which donated
the food for the night) who put together a selection of delicious
chinese dishes - there was even a selection a vegan A soft and lovely flute solo by Mr Xu Lian followed the break. The Gregson is a venue notorious for its noisy audiences but the quality of his performance kept us rapt.
Then we had a particularly fine exhibition of solo dance by Ms. Shuang Lian (aka Stella). It was a traditional dance in which falling flower petals symbolised the loss of a loved one - Stella moves with a co-ordination and expressive grace that, again, was an unprecedented performance for the Gregson. The evening's live entertainment was rounded off by
Lava - Howard Haigh, Andy A final and brief speech was made by Gina Tan. Gina is a Morecambrian of chinese origin - and perhaps the only person present who knew any of the victims personally. Mourning customs made it difficult for her to express herself - there is a 100 day period she must wait through. But she managed, very courageously, to face a strange audience to say a little about those lost. And we were able to begin to understand and share her sorrow at their loss and her anger at the cheap way in which some sections of the media had treated them because they were forced to live and work in poor conditions, making their situation even more precarious. 'Great Britain is a beautiful land' she said, and I felt that I had something to live up to. She explained that the 100 days of mourning end in mid-May. At 7pm on the shore at Hest Bank there will be a memorial. (I will put the full details here and in the events listings shortly.)
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