Digging Out of Trouble

by John Saward

I was watching Harlan County, USA the other day, Barbara Kopple’s documentary about the Kentucky coal miners who went on strike in 1973 and their miserable negotiation with Duke Power Co., and all the men they had working for them—from sallow, jittery chairman Carl Horn Jr., shining up one more awful platitude about business in America, down to the sort of maître d’ of the hired strikebreakers, a slob named Basil Collins, waddling out of his pickup truck every morning just to chuckle at the miners on the picket line. 

It is relentlessly bleak and there are rarely any scenes you might call victorious, even when Duke Power finally agrees to a deal. But there are men in these mines, wives and sisters drinking coffee on the side of a highway in the cold dark morning, in these drafty kitchens, bathing their children in little metal buckets in houses that have no hot water, plotting, waiting, waiting, and when I watch them I am reminded of the ferocious power of the human spirit. They did that for 13 months. 

Kopple rides with the miners on makeshift conveyor belts, down through passages blown into the Earth out of jagged rock and narrow as a coffin, down where no light can exist, just to hack and haul up poisonous piles of what’s down there. Back on land it’s not much better; the sky is gray and damp for months, the “mining camp housing” is a shack built along the muddy edge of a river into which the town sometimes dumps its sewage. Your boss, Nathan Yarborough, the president of Eastover Mining Company, lives far enough up the hill that he doesn’t have to look at the filth he’s left you in, and his house has an upstairs. 

In a screenshot from 'Harlan County, USA' a miner wearing a hard hat with a lamp in the near-darkness of a coal shaft, face blackened with soot, talks on the phone; his expression is worn, worried, and deeply alive
Screenshot: YouTube

There is nowhere else in Harlan County to work because the mining company has elbowed every other industry out of town. They can have the cops throw you in jail overnight for even using the word scab about the people they have trucked in to work your old job, and all of them will appear to take a delicious joy in your misery.

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