There is a war going on in the coal-fields of southern West Virginia. We can feel it in the dichotomy of support and anger the residents of Boone County have given us. As we have walked along these windy and often quiet roads, the cars that have passed have often been full of people quietly giving us a thumbs-up, or thanking us for doing this. By my estimation, these folks have outnumbered those on the other side at least two-to-one, which has surprised all of us. While many of the homes have the near requisite “Friends of Coal” signs in the yards, there are many that have signs of support – knowing that there outward displays will likely bring quick ire and possibly more from their neighbors. For this we are extremely thankful, as we know it is extremely difficult to show any level of support for this march at all, and thus most of those who wish MTR.
Today we had an especially brave woman host us for lunch in her back yard – which we learned was the very same spot where the marching miners stopped for a meal 90 years ago, hosted by this woman’s forebears. And given the attitudes of her neighbors and the reception we have received in general this was a courageous step taken by a woman who cherishes her family’s role in creating our local history.
You see, despite the gracious nature of the community on the most part, there remains a hidden power fighting us. The Mayor of Madison may have set aside fresh water for us on a hot day, for which were very thankful, but no none in his county would suffer us on their land that night. We have not yet had a camp-ground or farm willing to allow us to camp. We have had first and second options for each night cancel on us at the last minute, and we recognize the extreme pressure the coal operators have placed on them to not work with us. And this is a signal that the fight will not end this Saturday, when we march up Blair Mountain and demand it be placed once again on the National Register of Historic Places. This is a fight for the communities of southern WV, for the space to create a clean economy with local, sustainable jobs. And for the jobs that will remain in the mines to be safe, and union, and not requiring the tops of our dear ancient mountains to be leveled, ruining our water and air. This is a fight that has been waged since the first commercial mines opened up in these hills. It got bloody 90 years ago, and we march to preserve that history for all generations to come. And just as importantly, we march to preserve our communities so that there ARE generations to come in these towns.
I pray for the day that the quiet souls in these towns who wish they could march with us will find the grace from God to rise up and demand a better way of life for themselves, as some are doing today. I know that day is coming, and a brighter future is on the horizon for our southern coal fields.