Thursday, January 05, 2006

Coal Miners Are Real People



Harlan County, Kentucky, 1997
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FACTS AND DETAILS ABOUT W.V. COAL MINING

Following is an article from CounterPunch that gives some history and context to the Coal Mining Disaster of this past week. Most of America doesn't begin to comprehend the lives of these brave men and women and their families.



January 4, 2006

A-Diggin' My Bones
Pity the Miner

By RON JACOBS

Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew
danger is double pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine

--Merle Travis


Dark and deadly. That's the life of a coal miner. The recent deaths of eleven miners in Tallmansville, West Virginia confirms this fact once again. Even in the best of mines where the fresh air is pumped in at a better than is required by law minimum and where the gases associated with the work are quickly pumped to the surface, it is a deadly job. Back in 1974 and 1975 I spent a little time with a DC area leftist group trying to organize among the miners in West Virginia who were than engaged in a series of wildcat strikes against various mine operators attempting to push the miners even harder than normal. Not only were the strikes against this company, they were also against the wishes of the national office of the United Mine Workers (UMW). The UMW had undergone a transformation earlier in the decade, finally getting rid of the corrupt labor boss Tony Boyle and electing a slate of reformists whose primary directives were to insists that all future contracts would include:

1) the local right to strike,

2) the separation of income from productivity,

3) miner-enforced safety regulations, and

4) district autonomy.

By the time of the 1974 contract however, the national seemed to have forgotten these. The aforementioned wildcats were in response to the national's attempts to "modernize" relations between the union and the mine operators. What this meant in practical terms was that miners would lose their right to strike over local issues--an important right given the varying levels of safety and other labor practices at different mines; instead of keeping the right of a group of miners to walk off the job until the situation was fixed if they felt a mine shaft was unsafe the new contract would require the miners to continue working while the safety issues were being arbitrated. Indeed, one local was fined $30,000 dollars for striking over a safety issue at a mine in southern West Virginia. Furthermore, the rights of the workers' Health and Safety Committees were curtailed. In fact, they could no longer make unannounced inspections of mines, having to arrange a visit with management instead. this, of course, allowed management to clean up its act before the union local inspectors arrived. The power of management to fire sick workers was expanded. This led to an increase in unreported illnesses and injuries, which in turn increased the danger levels for the other miners. Salary structures were tiered according to seniority. This practice, which is more or less standard in most industry contracts today where unions still exist essentially pits older workers against younger ones and, in the process, can prevent them from unifying against management when such unity is needed. These were but a few of the problems the more militant miners had with the contract negotiated by the national office. To add insult to injury, it was the militant miners operating under the name Miners for Democracy that had elected these officers. Now, those same officers were telling them that this new contract was the best ever in the history of the UMW. By the middle of 1975, more than 80,000 miners had participated in wildcats to show their disagreement with that appraisal.

Now, I don't know if you've ever been to West Virginia, but it's a hard place. Like the song says, it could easily be "almost heaven." Almost, except for the open pits where huge machines extract coal and empty the associated waste into the creeks and rivers downstream. Almost heaven except for the sales tax on everything--a tax that is regressive in every aspect, hitting the poor (of which there are many) every time they take out their wallet or use their food stamps. Almost heaven, except for the pitiful wages paid by the casinos that seem to crop up wherever the US has a high percentage of poor people who need work. Almost heaven, except for the approximately 19% poverty rate (US Census Press Release 8/26/2004). Almost heaven except for the removal of mountaintops by mining operations so that they can remove coal without as many workers as traditional mining requires.

None of this would be the case if the energy corporations didn't own the state. It is also unlikely that those miners would be dead Indeed, if the labor unions had done the job that the wildcatters wanted them to do back in 1974, chances are that this mine would not have been open January 2nd, 2006 because of its safety record. According to US Labor Department statistics, the mine was cited for a total of 208 federal safety violations last year, up from 68 in 2004. Even the UMW was led to say that the fines imposed on mineowners are so small that it is more profitable for them to ignore the federal warnings and citations than spend the money required to fix the violations. The ownership group, International Coal Group Inc., told the media that it was working on safety improvements, but that it had only acquired the mine last year. In fact, International Coal Group has owned the Tallmansville mine since it bought the Anker Coal Group Inc. in an all-stock transition valued $173.25 million plus assumption of $25 million in debt, according to an ICG press release on April 1, 2005. International Coal Group is itself owned by multi billionaire investor Wibur Ross, who is known in the world of investments as a "vulture investor." According to a Business Week profile from December 22, 2003, vulture investing is "a corner of the finance world dominated by big personalities who rise to prominence in times like these, the bust after a boom." Those involved in this type of investing are not usually interested in long term involvement in their investments preferring instead to get improved returns and a fast exit by reselling the "distressed" companies at a profit. The improvements usually involve some form of restructuring of the purchased companies: new management, cutting corners so that profits will increase, or new sales strategies are the favored "improvements." After these so-called improvements are made, vulture investors then sell their investments for a profit, usually to even larger companies. As the Business Week article puts it, "ultimately he (Ross) makes money from others' misfortune."

One has to wonder if the failure to address the safety problems at his company's Tallmansville mine will be chalked up as one more example of this practice. There are twelve families now dealing with their misfortune. Will Mr. Ross address that?

Ron Jacobs is author of The Way the Wind Blew: a history of the Weather Underground, which is just republished by Verso. Jacobs' essay on Big Bill Broonzy is featured in CounterPunch's new collection on music, art and sex, Serpents in the Garden. He can be reached at: rjacobs3625@charter.net

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Please Pray for the Families and the Twelve Miners Who Died in West Virginia





Coal mine disasters are a regular part of life in West Virginia. I had the honor to live with the big hearted, loving, humble, hard working people of West Virginia and Southeastern Ohio for about eleven years. I thought I would never leave the area, but got the wild idea of checking out the woods of Oregon and Washington, as a possible alternative. Fate led me to San Diego, CA and then Sacramento, CA instead. A far holler from the hills of West Virginia. Yes, they are "almost heaven" as John Denver sang.

One fact of life that is a part of the culture is the coal mine. In the most impoverished region of the United States, it is the only wide-scale source of earning a wage. The other source is the chemical industry. I lived for a short time on the Charleston River as it ran through the Charleston, W.V. area. This area was affectionately called the "arm pit of the world". I heard stories of men passing out from the fumes and falling into vats of the plastic used to make Saran wrap and similar plastic wraps. I saw paint peeling off of fairly new cars, because of the chemicals in the air.

There are many stories and songs of the horrors of coal mining. I met men with "black lung disease". They could hardly breath and constantly coughed up black phlegm, until they eventually suffocated. I met a young man who saw the mountain he played on as a child, and that loomed large is his consciousness, literally leveled by strip mining, as he watched on helplessly. I've seen, first hand, the decimation to this beautiful land, by the strip mines. So these brave men, who go down in the hole every day, save huge expanses of surface land. Yet every time they turn around, they are having to struggle politically, to make a decent wage. They are having to struggle for mine safety. And some of them are going to die, and they know that.

The cause of this weeks mine disaster has not yet been discovered and/or communicated. But the mine had many safety citations recently; many more than most according to press reports I have read. This is nothing new, as the lyrics to this account of "The Disaster at the Mannington Mine" will tell.


Because of unsafe conditions, the Mannington Mine, Farmington, WV, was inspected by the Federal Bureau of Mines 16 times in 1968. Extensions were granted to the company 16 times.

On Nov 20, 1968, the mine exploded. Four men survived, 78 were trapped in the mine...

Manfred Helfert, info from "Harlan County U.S.A" documentary, 1970s.

DISASTER AT THE MANNINGTON MINE by Hazel Dickens (1970's)

Lyrics as reprinted in liner notes of "Come All You Coal Miners" (Rounder 4005, 1972).


We read in the paper and the radio tells
Us to to raise our children to be miners as well.
Oh tell them how safe the mines are today
And to be like your daddy, bring home a big pay.
Now don't you believe them, my boy,
That story's a lie.
Remember the disaster at the Mannington mine
Where seventy-eight miners were buried alive,
Because of unsafe conditions your daddy died.
They lure us with money, it sure is a sight.
When you may never live to see the daylight
With your name among the big headlines
Like that awful disaster at the Mannington mine.
So don't you believe them, my boy,
That story's a lie.
Remember the disaster at the Mannington mine
Where seventy-eight miners were buried alive,
Because of unsafe conditions your daddy died.
There's a man in a big house way up on the hill
Far, far from the shacks where the poor miners live.
He's got plenty of money, Lord, everything's fine
And he has forgotten the Mannington mine.
Yes, he has forgotten the Mannington mine.
There is a grave way down in the Mannington mine
There is a grave way down in the Mannington mine.
Oh, what were their last thoughts, what were their cries
As the flames overtook them in the Mannington mine.

So don't you believe them, my boy,
That story's a lie.
Remember the disaster at the Mannington mine
Where seventy-eight good men so uselessly died
Oh, don't follow your daddy to the Mannington mine.
How can God forgive you, you do know what you've done.
You've killed my husband, now you want my so
n.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Where's my voice? I know I left it somewhere around here.



The above picture is from PostSecret.


It's a new year and "whew" I made it through my second straight clean and sober holiday season. That is the time of year that my quantities of consumption reached it's zenith. That's a cute way of saying I got good and fucked up during the holidays. One thing I could not say no too, was free booze and there usually was plenty of that around the holidays.

In order to have some degree of comfort I shut down much of my emotions during this time. I have a tendency towards depression in the dark of Winter anyway. All of the Christmas hub-bub magnifies my sense of not fitting in. If I let it that sense can lead to high anxiety, which can lead to isolation and depression. So my defense system leads me to isolate and relax and accept that this Christmas anyway I'm not fitting in. The times I was together with family and friends were quite pleasant and I'm so happy for my kids who are here. Even though I was kinda numb, I think I was more present than in Christmases past.

I usually had at least a marijuana cushion around me. Being free from drugs and alcohol is a blessing and it's wonderful to have a constant clarity, and to be slowly learning how to think of others more and myself less. It's a challenge to accept and be with my feelings after all these years of escaping and numbing them. I have a thousand and one less invasive ways to fix and avoid that I'm becoming more aware of. But I'm making progress. Two years ago tonight was the last time I drank alcohol and for that I am grateful. I'm also grateful for those who love me and believe in me. I know it is tough for you emotionally. I hope that will change someday soon, but the facts are we're stuck with who I am. I can no longer consciously put on a front. One of my greatest fears is that I will put on a front, out of fear and complacency, and it will kill me or others. I pray to be freed from this prison of my self.

Peace, Alan

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Any Road Will Get You There................

I CHANGED THIS VIDEO FROM THE PREVIOUS BECK SONG TO CREATE A MORE RESPECTFUL MOOD FOR THE COAL MINERS WHO DIED IN WEST VIRGINIA.