Showing posts with label United Mine Workers. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 10, 2017

For The Late Rosalie Sorrels-Labor’s Untold Story- A Personal View Of The Class Wars In The Kentucky Hills And Hollows-"The Children Of The Coal"-The Music Of Kathy Mattea

For The Late Rosalie Sorrels-Labor’s Untold Story- A Personal View Of The Class Wars In The Kentucky Hills And Hollows-"The Children Of The Coal"-The Music Of Kathy Mattea



The Children Of The Coal- The Music Of Kathy Mattea

CD REVIEW

By Fritz Taylor


Coal, Kathy Mattea, Captain Potato Records, 2008


Several time over the past year or so I have mentioned in this space, as part of my remembrances of my youth and of my political and familial background, that my father was a coal miner and the son of a coal miner in the hills of Hazard, Kentucky in the heart of Appalachia. I have also mentioned that he was a child of the Great Depression and of World War II. He often joked that in a choice between digging the coal and taking his chances in war he much preferred the latter. Thus, it was no accident that when war came he volunteered for the Marines and, as fate would have it despite a hard, hard life after the war, he never looked back to the mines.

All of this is by way of an introduction to this unusual tribute album. Of all the subjects that one could think of in the year 2008 fit for a full exposition the unsung life, trials and tribulations, and grit of those who, for generations, mined the coal (and other minerals) and passed unnoticed in the hollows and hills of Appalachia (and the West) does not readily come to mind. Even for this long time labor militant. But Ms. Mattea, who has her own roots to the coal, has done a great service here. Kudos are in order.

Now politically the coal story is today a very disturbing one. For one, the strip-mining of significant portions of places like Kentucky and West Virginia goes on unabated and essentially unchecked. For another, the number of miners has dwindled to a very few and are getting fewer. As a labor militant I have feasted on the heroics of the Harlan and Hazard miners, the exploits of Big Big Haywood and the Western Federation of Miners, and the class-war battles from any number of isolated locales where men (mainly) dug the coal and fought for some sense of dignity. The dignity and sense of social solidarity may still remain but the virtues of the lessons of the class struggle- picket lines mean don’t cross and class solidarity is essential- have clearly been eroded. That is the political part that cannot be separated from the musical part of this story. Why?

The songs selected for inclusion here spell out the condition of life for the miners, in short, as the English political theorist Thomas Hobbes put it centuries ago- life is "short, nasty and brutish" in the mines and the mining communities. The songs like You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive and the choice of material by well-known mountain music songwriters Jean Ritchie, Billy Edd Wheeler, and Hazel Dickens reflect that. Theses simple mountain tunes, as performed by Ms. Mattea and her fellow musicians, spell out the story with soft guitar, fiddle, mandolin and other instruments that create the proper mood. Probably it is very hard for those not familiar with the coal, the isolated communities, and the sorrow of the mountains to listen to this compilation in one sitting. For that it probably takes the children of the coal. For the rest please bear with it and learn about an important part of American history and music.

“You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive”

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
You will never leave Harlan alive

Oh, my granddad's dad walked down
Katahrins Mountain
And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride
Said, won't you walk with me out of the mouth
Of this holler
Or we'll never leave Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
'Til a man from the Northeast arrived
Waving hundred dollar bills he said I'll pay ya for your minerals
But he never left Harlan alive

Granny sold out cheap and they moved out west
Of Pineville
To a farm where big Richland River winds
I bet they danced them a jig, laughed and sang a new song
Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive

But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't selling
And ole granddad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harlan coal
And sent the money back to granny
But he never left Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
You will never leave Harlan alive

"The L & N Don't Stop Here Anymore"

When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me down on his knee
He said, "son, go to school and get your letters,
Don't you be a dusty coal miner, boy, like me."

[Chorus:]
I was born and raised at the mouth of hazard hollow
The coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row all empty
Because the l & n don't stop here anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With script enough to buy the company store
But now he goes to town with empty pockets
And his face is white as a February snow

[Chorus]

I never thought I'd learn to love the coal dust
I never thought I'd pray to hear that whistle roar
Oh, god, I wish the grass would turn to money
And those green backs would fill my pockets once more

[Chorus]

Last night I dreamed I went down to the office
To get my pay like a had done before
But them ol' kudzu vines were coverin' the door
And there were leaves and grass growin' right up through the floor

[Chorus]
Labels: Big Bill Haywood, COALMINERS, HarLan County, Hazel Dickens, IWW, mountain music, United Mine Workers, UTAH PHILLIPS

Friday, August 18, 2017

For Rosalie Sorrels -"The Children Of The Coal"- The Music Of Kathy Mattea


For Rosalie Sorrels -"The Children Of The Coal"- The Music Of Kathy Mattea





If I Could Be The Rain I Would Be Rosalie Sorrels-The Legendary Folksinger-Songwriter Has Her Last Go-Round At 83

By Music Critic Bart Webber

Back the day, back in the emerging folk minute of the 1960s that guys like Sam Lowell, Si Lannon, Josh Breslin, the late Peter Paul Markin and others were deeply immersed in all roads seemed to lead to Harvard Square with the big names, some small too which one time I made the subject of a series, or rather two series entitled respectively Not Bob Dylan and Not Joan Baez about those who for whatever reason did not make the show over the long haul, passing through the Club 47 Mecca and later the Café Nana and Club Blue, the Village down in NYC, North Beach out in San Francisco, and maybe Old Town in Chicago. Those are the places where names like Baez, Dylan, Paxton, Ochs, Collins and a whole crew of younger folksingers, some who made it like Tom Rush and Joni Mitchell and others like Eric Saint Jean and Minnie Murphy who didn’t, like  who all sat at the feet of guys like Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger got their first taste of the fresh breeze of the folk minute, that expression courtesy of the late Markin, who was among the first around to sample the breeze.

(I should tell you here in parentheses so you will keep it to yourselves that the former three mentioned above never got over that folk minute since they will still tell a tale or two about the times, about how Dave Van Ronk came in all drunk one night at the Café Nana and still blew everybody away, about catching Paxton changing out of his Army uniform when he was stationed down at Fort Dix  right before a performance at the Gaslight, about walking down the street Cambridge with Tom Rush just after he put out No Regrets/Rockport Sunday, and about affairs with certain up and coming female folkies like the previously mentioned Minnie Murphy at the Club Nana when that was the spot of spots. Strictly aficionado stuff if you dare go anywhere within ten miles of the subject with any of them -I will take my chances here because this notice, this passing of legendary Rosalie Sorrels a decade after her dear friend Utah Phillips is important.)

Those urban locales were certainly the high white note spots but there was another important strand that hovered around Saratoga Springs in upstate New York, up around Skidmore and some of the other upstate colleges. That was Caffe Lena’s, run by the late Lena Spenser, a true folk legend and a folkie character in her own right, where some of those names played previously mentioned but also where some upstarts from the West got a chance to play the small crowds who gathered at that famed (and still existing) coffeehouse. Upstarts like the late Bruce “Utah” Phillips (although he could call several places home Utah was key to what he would sing about and rounded out his personality). And out of Idaho one Rosalie Sorrels who just joined her long-time friend Utah in that last go-round at the age of 83.

Yeah, came barreling like seven demons out there in the West, not the West Coast west that is a different proposition. The West I am talking about is where what the novelist Thomas Wolfe called the place where the states were square and you had better be as well if you didn’t want to starve or be found in some empty arroyo un-mourned and unloved. A tough life when the original pioneers drifted westward from Eastern nowhere looking for that pot of gold or at least some fresh air and a new start away from crowded cities and sweet breathe vices. A tough life worthy of song and homage. Tough going too for guys like Joe Hill who tried to organize the working people against the sweated robber barons of his day (they are still with us as we are all now very painfully and maybe more vicious than their in your face forbear). Struggles, fierce down at the bone struggles also worthy of song and homage. Tough too when your people landed in rugged beautiful two-hearted river Idaho, tried to make a go of it in Boise, maybe stopped short in Helena but you get the drift. A different place and a different type of subject matter for your themes than lost loves and longings.  

Rosalie Sorrels could write those songs as well, as well as anybody but she was as interested in the social struggles of her time (one of the links that united her with Utah) and gave no quarter when she turned the screw on a lyric. The last time I saw Rosalie perform in person was back in 2002 when she performed at the majestic Saunders Theater at Harvard University out in Cambridge America at what was billed as her last go-round, her hanging up her shoes from the dusty travel road. (That theater complex contained within the Memorial Hall dedicated to the memory of the gallants from the college who laid down their heads in that great civil war that sundered the country. The Harvards did themselves proud at collectively laying down their heads at seemingly every key battle that I am aware of when I look up at the names and places. A deep pride runs through me at those moments)


Rosalie Sorrels as one would expect on such an occasion was on fire that night except the then recent death of another folk legend, Dave Von Ronk, who was supposed to be on the bill (and who was replaced by David Bromberg who did a great job banging out the blues unto the heavens) cast a pall over the proceedings. I will always remember the crystal clarity and irony of her cover of her classic Old Devil Time that night -yeah, give me one more chance, one more breathe. But I will always think of If I Could Be The Rain and thoughts of washing herself down to the sea whenever I hear her name. RIP Rosalie Sorrels 


A YouTube's film clip of Kathy Mattea performing the "L&N Don't Stop Here Anymore". Sound familiar?


CD REVIEW

Coal, Kathy Mattea, Captain Potato Records, 2008


Several time over the past year or so I have mentioned in this space, as part of my remembrances of my youth and of my political and familial background, that my father was a coal miner and the son of a coal miner in the hills of Hazard, Kentucky in the heart of Appalachia. I have also mentioned that he was a child of the Great Depression and of World War II. He often joked that in a choice between digging the coal and taking his chances in war he much preferred the latter. Thus, it was no accident that when war came he volunteered for the Marines and, as fate would have it despite a hard, hard life after the war, he never looked back to the mines.

All of this is by way of an introduction to this unusual tribute album. Of all the subjects that one could think of in the year 2008 fit for a full exposition the unsung life, trials and tribulations and grit of those who, for generations, mined the coal (and other minerals) and passed unnoticed in the hollows and hills of Appalachia (and the West) does not readily come to mind. Even for this long time labor militant. But Ms. Mattea, who has her own roots to the coal, has done a great service here. Kudos are in order.

Now politically the coal story is today a very disturbing one. For one, the strip mining of significant portions of places like Kentucky and West Virginia go on unabated and essentially unchecked. For another, the number of miners had dwindled to a very few and are getting fewer. As a labor militant I have feasted on the heroics of the Harlan and Hazard miners, the exploits of Big Big Haywood and the Western Federation of Miners and the class war battles from any number of isolated locales where men (mainly) dug the coal and fought for some sense of dignity. The dignity and sense of social solidarity may still remain but the virtues of the lessons of the class struggle- picket lines mean don’t cross and class solidarity is essential- have clearly been eroded. That is the political part that cannot be separated from the musical part of this story. Why?

The songs selected for inclusion here spell out the condition of live for the miners, in short, as the political theorist Thomas Hobbes put it centuries ago- life is 'short, nasty and brutish' in the mines and the mining communities. The songs like "You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive" and the choice of material by well-known mountain music songwriters Jean Ritchie, Billy Edd Wheeler and Hazel Dickens reflect that. Theses simple mountain tunes, as performed by Ms. Mattea and her fellow musicians, spell out the story with soft guitar, fiddle, mandolin and other instruments that create the proper mood. Probably it is very hard for those not familiar with the coal, the isolated communities and the sorrow of the mountains to listen to this compilation in one sitting. For that it probably takes the children of the coal. For the rest please bear with it and learn about an important part of American history and music.

“You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive”

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
You will never leave Harlan alive

Oh, my granddad's dad walked down
Katahrins Mountain
And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride
Said, won't you walk with me out of the mouth
Of this holler
Or we'll never leave Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
'Til a man from the Northeast arrived
Waving hundred dollar bills he said I'll pay ya for your minerals
But he never left Harlan alive

Granny sold out cheap and they moved out west
Of Pineville
To a farm where big Richland River winds
I bet they danced them a jig, laughed and sang a new song
Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive

But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't selling
And ole granddad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harlan coal
And sent the money back to granny
But he never left Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
You will never leave Harlan alive

"The L & N Don't Stop Here Anymore"

When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me down on his knee
He said, "son, go to school and get your letters,
Don't you be a dusty coal miner, boy, like me."

[Chorus:]
I was born and raised at the mouth of hazard hollow
The coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row all empty
Because the l & n don't stop here anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With script enough to buy the company store
But now he goes to town with empty pockets
And his face is white as a February snow

[Chorus]

I never thought I'd learn to love the coal dust
I never thought I'd pray to hear that whistle roar
Oh, god, I wish the grass would turn to money
And those green backs would fill my pockets once more

[Chorus]

Last night I dreamed I went down to the office
To get my pay like a had done before
But them ol' kudzu vines were coverin' the door
And there were leaves and grass growin' right up through the floor

[Chorus]

Thursday, November 11, 2010

*From The Archives Of "Women And Revolution"-Women Fight for UMWA in Harlan County-Brookside Organized After 13-Month Strike

Click on the headline to link to an American Left History blog entry reviewing the documentary, Harlan County, USA that gives addition information about the strike below.

Markin comment:

The following is an article from an archival issue of Women and Revolution,Spring 1976, that may have some historical interest for old "new leftists", perhaps, and well as for younger militants interested in various cultural and social questions that intersect the class struggle. Or for those just interested in a Marxist position on a series of social questions that are thrust upon us by the vagaries of bourgeois society. I will be posting more such articles from the back issues of Women and Revolution during Women's History Month and periodically throughout the year.

************
Women Fight for UMWA in Harlan County-Brookside Organized After 13-Month Strike

HARLAN, November 8—After thirteen months on strike the miners of Brookside, Kentucky, scored a victory when Duke Power Company and its subsidiary, East-over Mining Company, agreed to accept the national contract of the United Mine Workers of America (UMWA) on August 29. A long and tough class battle has been fought to bring the UMWA back to Harlan County, and the job is only begun. One thing everyone involved agrees on, including Norman Yarborough, president of Eastover, is that the women of Brookside were key to the miners' victory.


Union-busting is a tradition in this southeast corner of Kentucky. Harlan County earned the byname it carries to this day-"Bloody Harlan"-in the organizing battles of 1931-32 during which three thousand men were blacklisted in the area. On 5 May 1931 the Battle of Evarts took place in which an undetermined number of men, including three deputies, died. As a result 34 miners were charged with murder, and 100 more were arrested on charges of "criminal syndicalism."

Among the numerous pensioners who reside in Evarts, just a few miles up from Brookside on High¬way 38, and the other mining villages in the hollows along the Cumberland River, many vividly remember these battles and are more than willing to recount the events in dramatic and articulate detail. They remem¬ber well because then, perhaps even more than now, the issue was one of survival.

The headaches of Norman Yarborough and Carl Horn, president of Duke Power Company, based in Charlotte, North Carolina, began at the end of June 1973 when miners at Eastover's Brookside and Bailey's Creek mines voted to recognize the UMWA as their bargaining representative by a vote of. 113-55. For three years, since Duke Power had bought the mines, they had involuntarily been represented by the company-created Southern Labor Union (SLU), whose "sweetheart" contract had expired. The entire purpose of this "union" is to prevent unionization of the mines in the area* Workers were fired according to company whim under the SLU contract.

Safety conditions were abominable. In 1971 the Brookside mine had a disabling injury rate three times the national average; in 1972 its rate was twice the national average. Welfare and retirement benefits, as important to the miners and their families as wages, were virtually non-existent.

The Brookside women all tell the same story of doctors, clinics and hospitals rejecting the SLU med¬ical card as a scrap of paper from which they would never collect their fees. On occasion, when the medi¬cal cards were accepted, the women who had used them found themselves pursued by collection agencies.

Even now in Harlan the campaign waged by the com¬panies against the UMWA retains crusade proportions. Every few minutes the local radio station broadcasts spot announcements sponsored by the company front, "KIN, Inc." (Keep Informed Neighbor), denouncing the UMWA as an enemy of working people. In response to KIN, Inc.'s broadcasts and newspaper ads the presi¬dent of the local Boosters Club has offered a $5,000 reward to anyone who can produce three miners on SLU pension. A safe bet.

Duke Power Refuses to Negotiate

In provocative defiance of the workers' vote Duke Power refused to sign the standard national UMWA
contract which has covered UMWA's mines since 1971 when it was negotiated by Tony Boyle. Limited as the benefits provided by this agreement were, it was too much for Duke Power, the largest electric power com¬pany in the Southeast and third largest coal consumer in the country with assets of $2.5 billion and posted 1973 profits of $90 million.

During negotiations the company insisted that any contract it signed had to contain a no-strike provision. Furthermore it demanded deletion of the fundamental contract clause that all mining and coal preparation was to be performed by UMWA miners. Promotion was to be based on "ability" as opposed to seniority and a 50 cents per ton royalty to the-welfare and re¬tirement fund, as opposed to 75 cents^ then provided by UMWA contract, was more than enough for miners, in the company's opinion.

Duke Power refused to budge, and at the end of July the Brookside miners struck. Judge Byrd Hogg of Letcher County, a former coal operator, issued an injunction limiting the number of picketers at any mine entrance to three. Brookside women speak bitterly of the experiences of their husbands on picket duty. Scabs had a heyday crossing the picket line, cursing and spitting on the picketed and waving their paychecks in their faces, finally,.as one woman put it, "After  working in that mine for so little, watching some scab come in to take his job when he fought for something better was more than I could take."


One day the Brookside women decided to gofrom a demonstration in Harlan to the scene of the action where they could be most effective. From then on they manned picket lines at Brookside. They organized themselves into the Brookside Women's Club to act primarily as a strike support committee. Though such activities by women are not unprecedented, this is probably the first time women have undertaken such initiative in the mining industry.

There is little press coverage of the Brookside strike that fails to mention the Brookside Women's Club. The effectiveness of the efforts of the women on the picket line earned them a well-deserved repu¬tation for courage and militancy. Brookside was shut down by their numbers, "persuasiveness" and untiring perseverence. They threw themselves in front of the cars of the scabs to stop them. They beat them with one-inch tree branches. At least one state trooper numbers among their casualties. The stories of their encounters with scabs, operators and the companies' "law enforcers" and thugs have become part of the folklore of the region.

Norman Yarborough's name has become a dirty word in the Harlan County mining community and be¬yond over the course of 13 long months. Duke Power understandably came to represent more than a giant absentee monopoly-capitalist corporation—an imper¬sonal force somehow coldly and imperiously determin' ing the course and quality of their lives from distant urban offices. The policies of Duke Power and East-over Mining were determined and implemented by human beings whose greed, dishonesty and contempt for working people could be observed firsthand, most directly in the person of Norman Yarborough. One of the women who spent a night in the Harlan jail where "Yardbird" had strikers sent described how she stayed up all night rather than sleep among the cockroaches, which she "hates almost as much as Norman Yarborough."

The Eastover president entered his office each day under heavy guard. To occupy the time on the picket line the women plotted various means of "getting their hands on him to knock some sense into his head." At one point they taunted him to come outside in order to discuss the possibility of their employment at the Brookside mine as soon as the UMWA contract was signed. As Yarborough cautiously peeked around the door of his office, each in turn made her pitch as to her qualifications and abilities—her physical strength, experience and knowledge of machinery and mining methods. Needless to say he was far from enticed by their modest proposal. He was later horrified to dis¬cover that the women "forever milling around and acting crazy put there," were not totally usurious in their ambition: with the end of the strike several fa¬miliar female faces appeared in his office to request employment applications. According to reports, though he appeared relieved to discover their business, a certain exasperation was apparent in his expression.

The Duke Power Company has notoriously discrim¬inatory employment practices, victimizing blacks as well as women, and has lost several law suits in this regard. The coal industry has hired women as under¬ground miners since December 1973, when the first two went to work in Jenkins, Kentucky. Since then sev¬eral dozen have been hired in Kentucky, Pennsylvania and Ohio. The reaction to women in the mines, as well as to women on the picket lines has been mixed. The argument that "the mines are too dangerous for wormen" tends to be put forward infrequently and sometimes sheepishly, given the obvious fact that danger doesn't discriminate. More commonly, opposition to women in the mines comes from miners' wives concerned to "prevent hanky panky in the mines."


Increasing integration of women in the industrial work force tends to allay such fears. The real inter¬ests of women and all workers are promoted by such integration. Not only are women thus able to make a better living, but working outside the home in social production increases social and political conscious¬ness. Women have significantly contributed to labor's struggles historically, having been in the forefront of many class battles. The unity of the labor movement and thus its strength is greatly enhanced by breaking down the divisions created by women's forced exclu¬sion from many areas of productive labor. Equal pay for equal work and equal access to training programs and all job categories are a fundamental democratic right of all workers, regardless of sex or race.

Companies Use Terror Tactics

The women involved in the Brookside strike laugh as they recount their experiences, but they also point out that many events they laugh over now were far from funny at the time. The strike was a grueling experience, won at great expense. It was not simply a matter of long and late hours on the picket line, foul weather or the fatigue of the pace of fund raising efforts, but of fending off attacks of the companies which ranged from harassment, arrest and prosecu¬tion to the most brutal terrorization of strikers and their families by hired gun thugs.


Strike supporters were repeatedly and arbitrarily arrested during the course of the strike. In October 1973 sixteen picketers were arrested following an incident on the picket line on charges of violating the court order limiting the number of picketers. In a stu¬pid attempt at intimidation seven women were arbi¬trarily held for two days in the filthy vermin- and roach-infested Harlan jail. Several had to bring their children with them for lack of child care.

At one point the women were informed that pro¬ceedings were being initiated to put their children in¬to foster homes on the grounds that they were unfit mothers. They replied that "Bloody Harlan" would be an understatement if this threat were executed. Rather than intimidating the miners, this crass maneuver further solidarized them and won them greater sympathy, even among the petty-bourgeois professionals of Har¬lan proper, many of whom have a contemptuous atti¬tude toward the miners.

The other event that most effectively exposed the cynical duplicity of the company and revealed the char¬acter of the SLU was their attempt to bribe two MWA strikers to lead a back-to-work movement. The strik¬ers reported the offer to UMWA officials and played along with the SLU officials in order to entrap them and definitively document the dirty deal. On two occasions Carl Noe and Ron Curtis received partial pay¬ment from SLU officials near the Harlan airport. They •were wired to record the transaction, and a photo¬graphic record was shot by a hidden photographer, proving beyond any reasonable doubt company/SLU collusion. To the dismay of many strikers, the provisions of the settlement negotiated by the UMWA na¬tional leadership to end the strike included the con¬cession that the charges before the NLRB against Duke Power and the SLU would be dropped in return for company amnesty for fired strikers.


The Brookside mine stayed closed for eleven months. Last July the center of activity moved to Duke Power's nearby Highsplint mine. Given the unreliable sympathies of some local police, state troopers were sent in by Governor Wendell Ford to herd scabs through the picket lines. Though the supply of coal to Duke Power was not cut off, the normal three shifts per day were reduced to one. A machine gun was sta¬tioned in the company office, and on at least one occa¬sion the picketers were forced to dive for cover as machine gun .fire flew over their heads for fifteen minutes.

The strategic situation at Highsplint made the mass picketing tactic difficult, and few of the women who had closed down Brookside participated. Between the gun thugs and state troopers, who escorted the scabs into the mine with drawn* guns, strikers picketed under constant extreme physical danger. Several picketers were shot, beaten and arrested. One of them, 66-year-old Minard Turner, returned to the picket line after two days, despite the bullet still lodged in his chest.


The, strikers were enraged over Governor Ford's use of state troopers. Arnold Miller, who doles out support from the union's political action fund (COMPAC) to Democratic ^friends of labor, "suggested that Ford, who ran this fall for U.S. Senator against Marlowe Cook, was behaving in an "unfriendly" manner by strikebreaking. Miller met with Ford and, lo and- behold, the strikebreaking turned put to be all a "misstake"—the result of a "misunderstanding"—and the state troopers were for the moment called off.

But Wendell Ford had, not had a change of heart; the "mistake" was merely that the timing was momen¬tarily inopportune for such blatant strikebreaking. As a capitalist politician he is by definition a strikebreak¬er. Arnold Miller's support to Democratic "friends of labor" puts him in a political alliance with these strikebreakers and their capitalist bosses who control both the Democratic and Republican parties, lock, stock and barrel. Workers need their own political party. The UMWA, like other unions, needs leaders that will fight for the political independence of the working class and build a labor party based on the trade unions to fight for a workers government.

Finally, Highsplint foreman Billy Carroll Bruner shot and killed 23-year-old Lawrence Jones. Even as he lay dying in the hospital four days after he was shot, the strike settlement was being drawn up in spe¬cial negotiating sessions. A combination of factors had made any other course but surrender suicidal for Duke Power. Not least among these was the fact that a number of strikers had taken all the abuse they were going to take. It was to grim and angry miners, prepared to defend their numbers with any force necessary —to answer kind with kind—that the settlement an¬nouncement arrived in the pre-dawn hours.


The women, too, had had enough. Many families had been forced to sleep on the floor for some time in order to avoid bullets fired into their homes by cruising night riders; the home of UMWA local president Mickey Messer was riddled with more than 100 rounds of am¬munition on August 8. Norman Yarborough had framed up picketers in court; the miners' children had been harassed by anti-union elements, and their teachers had ripped UMWA buttons off students wearing them and had penalized them grade-wise.


Several families living in company housing had fought off eviction attempts by Eastover by mobilizing supporters to carry their belongings back in as the company carried them out. Most of the families,forced to live in company housing by a serious housing short¬age in the area, as well as by their financial circum¬stances, lack indoor plumbing, and the water which they fetch from outdoors is infected with fecal bacteria six times the "safe" level. The water tastes bad and makes their children sick.

UMWA Shuts Down the Mines

The decisive step that finally brought the company to terms after 13 months was the national UMWA lead¬ership's mobilization of the entire 120,000 members of the union to shut down its approximately 1200 mines nationally in a five-day "memorial period" beginning August 18. UMWA mines produce about 70 percent of the nation's total.

After a great deal of expense and adverse publicity, including that resulting from the UMWA's participation in campaigns to defeat Duke Power's requested rate increases in North and South Carolina and to under¬mine its capital availability among stockholders, Duke Power settled for terms offered it 13 months before. The UMWA leadership could have won the strike in short order and organized all non-union mines in the process by immediately mobilizing the union's ranks to shut down the entire coal industry in a national strike.


Miller and other national officers made several trips to Harlan during the course of the strike. Hear¬ings were held in March by a panel of "investigators" headed by Willard Wirtz to weigh the relative merits of the two sides in the controversy. Trips to Washing¬ton were organized whereby supporters of the miners could implore their Congressmen to do something about the situation. Not surprisingly, as one enlight¬ened participant put it, "they ran out the back door as we walked in the front."

Much of the UMWA national leadership's rhetoric was devoted to its determination to organize the un¬organized—specifically .to bring the UMWA back to eastern Kentucky. Harlan County was to be the first step in this process. This impressed the miners of Harlan County, as well as did the strike benefits pro¬vided, which seemed fantastic by comparison with UMWA standards under the Boyle regime. The new "democratic," "militant" UMWA leadership has,how¬ever, demonstrated that, though (so far) less venal and perhaps less inclined to resolve internal power strug¬gles by murdering its opposition, its policies will not ultimately protect the miners' interests any better than its predecessors' did.

The reason is simple. The needs of miners, notably safety and job security, can be secured only through class struggle not limited to the confines of capitalism and capitalist "law and order." Just as the CIO's "il¬legal" organizing battles during the 1930's involved immense social struggles, so will organizing the un¬organized today. It cannot be done piecemeal, isolated area by isolated area, but only by united action of the entire labor movement. The fact that even in the wake of the Brookside victory the company/SLU was recent¬ly able to win the Highsplint election illustrates the point. Not only do many miners report that the company/SLU paid for its votes, but management voted in the election. Regardless of whether and when a new election is held, such tactics of the bosses can under¬mine and, and if allowed to continue, defeat an organizing drive.

Arnold Miller Contains the Struggle

Despite his democratic "innovations" like local election of officers as opposed to their appointment by the national office; contract ratification by the mem¬bership; and an end to voting rights for pensioners, Arnold Miller's program is not one of class struggle, but of maintaining capitalism. He was not ushered in¬to power in the UMWA by Nixon's Labor Department in 1972 in order to fight the bosses and capitalism, but to keep the lid on struggle. Though he claims to favor the right to strike over safety and local grievances he has campaigned against the numerous wildcats that have taken place in the last couple of years (more than in any other industry) insisting that Boyle's rotten contract, which authorized the continued endangerment at miners, was more sacrosanct than workers' lives.

A loyal Democrat who has run or office in his home state of West Virginia, Arnold Miller became the can¬didate of the "Miners for Democracy" (MFD) for UMWA president after Jock Yablonski, a former Boyle lieu¬tenant, was murdered on orders from Tony Boyle. He was elected in a Labor Department-administered elec¬tion re-run in 1972. (See "Labor Department Wins Mine Workers' Election," Workers Vanguard No. 17, March 1973.)

The issues which led to the MFD opposition and the events by which Boyle brought about his own downfall were health and safety, the goal of the miners being mine safety legislation and compensation for the chron¬ic occupational disease of miners which claims the lives of 3,000-4,000 per year-black lung disease.

Though many miners have not forgotten the lessons of past experiences with the federal government, its courts and its troops, and therefore know that all are tools of the companies, Arnold Miller—instead of at¬tempting to reform the union from within, to oust the corrupt Boyle machine by mobilizing the rank and file to take the union into their own hands in order to fight for their interests against the companies—sued the union and brought the government into its internal af¬fairs. The UMWA was put into virtual receivership by the Labor Department during its "investigation."

The government's real concern is not to "cleanup" the unions, but to wreck them in order that the capi¬talists it serves are freed to increase their exploita¬tion of the workers. The notion that Nixon or Ford is concerned about democracy and corruption is ludi¬crous. Miners organized to do so are perfectly cap¬able of getting rid of rotten union bureaucrats without any help from the bosses' government, as the history of the UMWA demonstrates. The question is whether their lot will be any better if they do. If one labor faker simply replaces another not much has changed.

Though when compared to Tony Boyle, Miller may look like the epitome of reform, and regardless of personal character or intent, the disservice he has done the trade-union movement in opening wider the door to government intervention in the unions is enormous. The principle of the independence of the trade unions from the state is fundamental, and every attempt to undermine it and establish a precedent to the contrary is a dangerous betrayal.


As we goes to press Miller is in the process of negotiating a new national UMWA contract, the first since he has been in office. The old contract expires November 12 and the miners' "no-contract-no-work" tradition makes at least a short token strike inevitable. The provisions of the settlement of the Brookside strike against Duke Power included the exemption of Brookside from participation in a national miners' strike with expiration of the contract. Though weary from their thirteen months' battle, the mining popula¬tion around Brookside appears disinclined to continue producing coal while fellow workers are on strike. Miller may well find his "compromise" with Duke Power meaningless if even one miner from anywhere decides to picket at Brookside. Crossing picket lines is correctly considered scabbing there.

Decline of the Brookside Women's Club

The Brookside Women's Club, though formally res¬urrected under "new leadership," in fact ceased to ex¬ist as originally constituted some time after Brookside was closed down. The original core of Brookside wom¬en walked out, with the Maoist October League (OL) asserting in the Call that a split had developed between those who felt that the club should concern itself only with Brookside and those who sought to broaden its sphere of political struggle. The facts remain in dis¬pute. When Brookside representatives did seek to in¬volve themselves in the larger labor movement, how¬ever, by addressing the first national conference of the Coalition of 'Labor Union Women (CLUW), they were denied entry on the grounds that they were not union members! And the opportunist OL, which could not risk alienating the labor bureaucrats who comprise the the source of the dignity and respect to which "those who make society's wheels turn" are entitled.


But despite its members' dedication to trade union¬ism and their personal heroism, an organization like the Brookside Women's Club is necessarily limited from the outset. While it was able to organize short-term strike support, without a revolutionary program and the political leadership of a Leninist party it could go no further toward the achievement of the broader social goals necessary for lasting victory.

Such a victory for the miners of "Bloody Harlan" will require a struggle which will begin with the for¬mation of .opposition caucuses in the UMWA to oust the traitorous bureaucrats who control the union and replace them with a class-struggle leadership dedi¬cated to fight for a workers government; it will cul¬minate in the uprising of all sectors of the working class solidly united under the revolutionary leader¬ship of a disciplined vanguard party to smash the rule of capital and begin the construction of a socialist society. Such a struggle cannot succeed without the active intervention of masses of working women and the wives of working men. We have every confidence that this fighting proletariat will include within its ranks women who are veterans of the Harlan County battles.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

*From "The Rag Blog"-Coal Mining : Union-Busting and the Massey Disaster

Click on the headline to link to a "The Rag Blog" entry concerning the Massey mining company and the desperate need to organize the mines, all mines.

Markin comment:

Mourn, then organize, and organize like hell.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

*Those Who Fought For Our Communist Future Are Kindred Spirits- Honor Mineworkers' Leader Mother Jones

Click on the title to link to a "Wikipedia" entry for early 20th century American labor leader Mother Jones.

Every January, as readers of this blog are now, hopefully, familiar with the international communist movement honors the 3 Ls-Lenin, Luxemburg and Leibknecht, fallen leaders of the early 20th century communist movement who died in this month (and whose untimely deaths left a huge, irreplaceable gap in the international leadership of that time). January is thus a time for us to reflect on the roots of our movement and those who brought us along this far. In order to give a fuller measure of honor to our fallen forbears this January, and in future Januarys, this space will honor others who have contributed in some way to the struggle for our communist future. That future classless society, however, will be the true memorial to their sacrifices.

Note on inclusion: As in other series on this site (“Labor’s Untold Story”, “Leaders Of The Bolshevik Revolution”, etc.) this year’s honorees do not exhaust the list of every possible communist worthy of the name. Nor, in fact, is the list limited to Bolshevik-style communists. There will be names included from other traditions (like anarchism, social democracy, the Diggers, Levellers, Jacobins, etc.) whose efforts contributed to the international struggle. Also, as was true of previous series this year’s efforts are no more than an introduction to these heroes of the class struggle. Future years will see more detailed information on each entry, particularly about many of the lesser known figures. Better yet, the reader can pick up the ball and run with it if he or she has more knowledge about the particular exploits of some communist militant, or to include a missing one.

Thursday, January 19, 2006