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Sep 2016
Striking poses or putting noses out of joint, Jack Dash was never afraid to clash, to abash bosses, exposing injustice, making a splash to turn our eyes to the unjust slash to rights of men on the docks.
A boxer, a poet, a son of the ancient Borough, with heavy weight words and feather weight fists, he galvanise his brothers.
Firebrand or fire fighter he took to the fight with every fibre of his underdog frame, calling stevedores to flame to life their struggle for their rights to challenge closed doors, with a chirpy charm that was sure to disarm the hardest of hearts.
My maternal great grandfather, John Brown, worked the docks on the Thames.  Jack Dash did much to protect the rights of these stevedores.
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Steve Page
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Steve Page  57/M/London, U.K.
(57/M/London, U.K.)   
   --- and Keith Wilson
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