10 years since the Port Talbot Passion…. I review my working notebooks and I am transported back to the many, many times that I visited the town in the nearly two years run up to the event. At the outset there are long lists of places and people to visit: Barnardo’s, Sandfields Comp, Youth Offending Team, Organised Kaos, Bethany Chapel, Seaside Social and Labour Club, Free runners of Aberavon Beach Mr Pugh, Sister Denise of the Methodist Church in Sanfields, the Writing Squad, and many, many more. As the process develops my notes become more detailed:
“We were attracted to T. W.’s place because her front room had been turned into a magical Christmas shrine, clearly displayed for passers-by to enjoy. She welcomed us into her house, She’s a deacon at Methodist Chapel. Gorgeous lady, warm and lovely. I now remember her surrounded by a kind of halo of light.”
“Met with R. and R., childhood friends and cricket enthusiasts, one lived on one side of the street, where he still is. The other lived opposite and was moved when the motorway came.“
“They started to talk about the high risk of working in the steelworks, the bad air, the fact that all rich people live in Porth Cawl, which is clean and lovely, whereas anything polluting ends in Port Talbot.”
“They said that there are vast coal resources under Port Talbot and that there is a plan in the Council to knock down Port Talbot and exploit the coal.”
“Visited A, he told us about the auntie that walked out of ‘The Sound of Music’ because she was offended that the nun got married, even though she was a Methodist herself; his dog, Spot, who dragged him down the street in a re-enactment of the chariot scene in Ben Hur.”
What I remember best is the passion of the people of Port Talbot and how they took on the project as utterly personal, a chance to show themselves in all their fierce resilience. Our 72 hour event involved the whole town, from those performing at the centre of the action to the ones who decorated the outside of their homes with pictures of loved ones garlanded in flowers.
The moment when the final procession to Calvary, with thousands of people following the Teacher, turned the corner into Aberavon Beach front, to be received by thousands more, was completely breath taking. And the roars from the crowd as the crucified Teacher shouted “I remember!” and a litany of memories from the town. Unforgettable…
Mercedes Kemp, Writer/Researcher and Community Director
Founding Artist – Wildworks