History Child Labourer Working in the Mines
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A child labourer working in the mines
Good morning ladies and gentlemen, my name is Grace Dalton and I am going to share my story with you today, in order for you to envision why the proposed changes to laws must be made.
The changes we are seeking include a minimum age of 20 for both men and women to begin work, safer working condition such as scaffolding, a way to get coal to the ground without harming anyone, a safer ladder or an ascending room (lift) We are also seeking rights for everyone who works in the mines such as freedom to choose that job, decent pay, holidays, days off and health and safety checks. I would now like to share my story with you, I ask you to keep an open mind and try to understand that this shouldn’t happen to anybody and the laws must change.
The place was dusty, the air smelled damp and dirty and I heard the mournful cries of the people in front and behind me. There was no light, the only thing I could see was the trail of children in front of me, leading the way. My already injured back was carrying more coal than I could manage and the strap around my mouth holding the coal filled basket in place was tearing at my skin, this was just the daily routine for myself and all the other children labouring in the mines. I heard the vague sound of the air doors opening for us, there must be a young child opening them for us I thought. My sister, Clara was only a few years younger than me and was currently three people behind me.
What I would have done to be on the surface right now I always thought, to smell the fresh air again after hours of being unable to breathe properly. It felt like it never ends, you can never quite become numb to the pain but it is a daily routine for us girls. My father and three brothers also worked in the mine, the same one I think. Their job was to cut the coal with big sharp tools that I had never been allowed to touch, I have never understood why I couldn’t work with my father and brothers. At least then I...
Good morning ladies and gentlemen, my name is Grace Dalton and I am going to share my story with you today, in order for you to envision why the proposed changes to laws must be made.
The changes we are seeking include a minimum age of 20 for both men and women to begin work, safer working condition such as scaffolding, a way to get coal to the ground without harming anyone, a safer ladder or an ascending room (lift) We are also seeking rights for everyone who works in the mines such as freedom to choose that job, decent pay, holidays, days off and health and safety checks. I would now like to share my story with you, I ask you to keep an open mind and try to understand that this shouldn’t happen to anybody and the laws must change.
The place was dusty, the air smelled damp and dirty and I heard the mournful cries of the people in front and behind me. There was no light, the only thing I could see was the trail of children in front of me, leading the way. My already injured back was carrying more coal than I could manage and the strap around my mouth holding the coal filled basket in place was tearing at my skin, this was just the daily routine for myself and all the other children labouring in the mines. I heard the vague sound of the air doors opening for us, there must be a young child opening them for us I thought. My sister, Clara was only a few years younger than me and was currently three people behind me.
What I would have done to be on the surface right now I always thought, to smell the fresh air again after hours of being unable to breathe properly. It felt like it never ends, you can never quite become numb to the pain but it is a daily routine for us girls. My father and three brothers also worked in the mine, the same one I think. Their job was to cut the coal with big sharp tools that I had never been allowed to touch, I have never understood why I couldn’t work with my father and brothers. At least then I...