Dawn Foster, who died suddenly at home in July, was so much more than a talented journalist. Raised in Newport, Wales, she was the rarest of public figures \u2013 a high-profile, working-class voice in Britain\u2019s media landscape. On television and in print, Dawn was one of a tiny number of mainstream commentators to consistently support the Labour opposition under Jeremy Corbyn, yet able to cut through party political point-scoring and speak for those at the sharp end of the government\u2019s austerity policies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her book Lean Out<\/em><\/a> (Repeater, 2016) fast became an iconic feminist text, powerfully rejecting the corporate capture of women\u2019s empowerment and stressing the socialist essence of radical feminism. Her reporting of the 2017 Grenfell tragedy is unsurpassed, beginning on the day of the fire, when she went to aid residents on the ground, listen to their experiences and reflect them to a worldwide audience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As deft at penning first-person narratives as discussing high politics and popular culture, Dawn became a great friend and supporter of Red Pepper<\/em>, and was due to contribute an essay for our Autumn 2021 issue. She played a key role in the movement, always advocating for a more just society while living with the chronic health conditions that resulted in her untimely death. She will be missed by us all. Dawn Foster forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 The Red Pepper<\/em> team<\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\n Dawn was a fighter, a laugher and a compulsive troublemaker. That is what made her so unique and brilliant, both on and off the page. She wrote stridently and unapologetically and bravely about, to and in the interests of the most marginalised. Politically her voice provides an essential, articulate and sadly rare counterpoint to mainstream orthodoxy. Her death is a huge loss.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n \u2013 Gary Younge<\/a>, former Guardian<\/em> columnist and sociology professor at the University of Manchester<\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\n I first heard of Dawn when my husband came home from an evening playing Monopoly with a new friend, who had seized all his property and renationalised the railways. Dawn took such glee in things. She never appeared bored or indifferent; she either liked or hated what she was doing, and the same went for you. Being friends with her was like emotional whitewater rafting: you might emerge bruised, or chaotically adrenalised. Maybe because her work was so gruelling, her childhood an ordeal, her health could turn catastrophic at any instant, she lived in the moment, and sometimes you got to live in it with her.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n \u2013 Helen Zaltzman<\/a>, podcaster<\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\n Dawn Foster stuck two fingers up to the establishment. She was scathing, witty and pointed out the absurdity of modern politics, as well as the gross inequalities in society. Yet Dawn was a rare thing: a working-class woman who made a successful career as a progressive writer. She was a friend, a raconteur, a socialist. She gave a damn \u2013 about the world around her, people being exploited, the rank hypocrisy of legacy media and the dangerous political buffoonery that we witness every single day.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n \u2013 Sam Tarry<\/a>, Labour MP for Ilford South<\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\n If you get very, very lucky, life brings you someone who makes a better world seem possible. Get even luckier and they\u2019ll be a Fleetwood Mac fan. I know this because eight years ago life brought me Dawn. We were both in our mid-20s and she felt like home. It feels impossible to do her justice, so I\u2019ve been scrolling through everything we texted one another. So many messages from Dawn remind me that she loved to see her friends doing well. A new job, a baby. Dawn lit up when someone else was happy. Whenever I feel lost, Dawn\u2019s writing will be a guiding star. I will miss her spirit and I am deeply grateful that she was in the world.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n \u2013 Sarah Woolley<\/a>, writer<\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\nTributes from friends<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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