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The times they are a-changin'
DAVE BANGS sees all socialist notions long gone from farming communities overridden by mega farms and agricultural monopolies
TIMES GONE BY: Ponnies fro sale, Isaac and Chris Evans at the New Barn farm in USK, 1988
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DIANE ABBOTT says the socialist island has played an outsized role in the fight against racism worldwide — we must stand by it as Trump tries to choke it to death
GAWAIN LITTLE looks at the causes of the far-right resurgence and explains how the General Federation of Trade Unions is helping to combat it
As delegates from the north-east, Yorkshire & Humber meet this weekend in Durham, TUC regional secretary DAVE PIKE speaks to Ben Chacko about the challenges ahead
Prison Officers’ Association general secretary and TUC president STEVE GILLAN looks at what’s missing from the Employment Rights Act, and why we need further legislation
Militarism and war cannot be separated from ‘bread and butter issues,’ argues MICAELA TRACEY-RAMOS — opposing them is central to trade unionism
ISAAC EVANS has gone now. He died in 2006.
Yet when I visit my mate Chris, his son, who now runs the farm alone, his dad is alive in my mind. How could he not be? He was such a big presence, with his beard and his cap, and at one stage a dowsing stick, talking the hind leg off a donkey, as he always did. And how often do you meet a socialist farmer?
When I recently visited Chris I asked him to tell me how many socialist farmers he knew in this rolling Welsh border country east of Pontypool.
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