
Coal @ MindSay 
I am thinking a small solar power system on my house would be a really good idea! Hmm or a small windmill..maybe both. The whole place here is electric..without power..can't cook..no lights..no heat..no air conditioning..no HOT WATER!! AAaaaakkkkk
How the mountains of Appalachia disappear
Jan 30, 2008
Amanda Paulson
http://www.csmonito r.com/2008/ 0129/p13s01- bogn.html
For a practice that has drastically changed the topography of Appalachia, most Americans – even those who consider themselves environmentalists – know surprisingly little about mountaintop mining.
The technique, in which the top of a mountain is literally blasted off and dumped into the surrounding valleys to unearth the valuable coal underneath, has leveled mountain peaks, destroyed more than 1.5 million acres of hardwood forest, and buried more than 700 miles of streams.
The reason this practice remains unchecked has a lot to do with where it takes place. In his new book, Coal River,Michael Shnayerson aims to draw attention to this environmental battle raging across one of America's poorest regions.
"This could never happen in rural Connecticut, Maine, northern California, Washington State, or other places where such devastation would stir outcry, and people with money and power would stop it," he writes in the book's prologue. "But Appalachia is a land unto itself, cut off by its mountains from the east and Midwest. Its people are for the most part too poor and too cowed after a century of harsh treatment by King Coal to think they can stop their world from being blasted away."
In "Coal River," Shnayerson focuses on one valley in southern West Virginia and the battle raging between many of its residents and Massey Energy (the largest of West Virginia's coal companies and the most egregious offender both in terms of the environment and its workers' well-being) and the Army Corps of Engineers, the federal agency that issues mining permits.
The book reads in large part like a courtroom drama as activists file lawsuit after lawsuit in attempts to make changes not just to individual mines or permits, but to the whole mountaintop mining industry. It's not easy to make lawsuits and appeals scintillating reading, especially those that involve complex mining regulations and technical terminology. But Shnayerson does a valiant job, and for anyone remotely interested in the region, the coal industry, or the devastation being caused by mountaintop mining both to Appalachia's complex forest and stream ecology as well as to its rich culture, his book is gripping.
Real-life villains and heroes
It helps that, like any good narrative, there are clear heroes and villains. In this case, the story's main villain is Don Blankenship, Massey Energy's formidable CEO. Blankenship is a colorful character, with a hardscrabble childhood in the tiny West Virginia town of Delorme. He made good on his own and ended up, according to Shnayerson, adopting his mother's relentless work ethic and lack of sympathy for those who didn't work as hard.
In the vivid portrait Shnayerson paints, Blankenship has a tendency toward micromanagement and issues harsh edicts to employees, whether managers at Massey or his overworked maid, who aren't performing up to his standard. He's ruthless when it comes to union workers – he wants them out – and employees looking for workman's compensation after being injured on the job. He's also determined to wield power in politics as well, pouring millions of dollars into defeating a state pension proposal, unseating a justice on West Virginia's Supreme Court of Appeals who had often ruled in favor of miners suing for disability payments, and (unsuccessfully) influencing the makeup of the state legislature.
If Blankenship is the most colorful villain, the Army Corps of Engineers comes across as only slightly less evil with its routine failure to conduct environmental impact assessments or ensure that the proposed mines will minimize environmental damage and follow federal laws.
Most successfully, Shnayerson builds his stories around several real heroes, an underfunded lawyer and residents who – despite their lack of money, power, or formal education – do everything they can to fight back as they see their land and towns destroyed. Judy Bonds, a fiery activist in her 50s who continually takes on anyone in her path, is one of the most memorable. The daughter and granddaughter of coal miners, Judy grew up foraging for ramps, canning green tomatoes, and feasting on hog and whatever else her father could hunt in the surrounding woods. Her activism is fueled by the fact that Massey mining forced her out of the hollow where her family had lived for generations.
Ed Wiley, bothered by the worsening health of his granddaughter and many other students at the Marsh Fork Elementary school (situated directly beneath a coal impoundment containing toxic slurry and less than 300 feet from a coal-storage silo), is another. After being repeatedly rebuffed by West Virginia's governor in his efforts to get a new school, Ed walked nearly 500 miles to Washington, D.C., to get an audience with Sen. Robert Byrd. The senator listened compassionately but ultimately said he was unable to help with what he saw as essentially a state issue.
Narrative grounded in research
Shnayerson's portraits of these and other residents, along with Joe Lovett, the underdog lawyer who repeatedly wins battles in the state federal court only to have them struck down in the more conservative Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals, help keep "Coal River" from being just a polemic. Its sympathies may be clear, but the book is grounded in solid research and gains momentum as the courtroom victories and losses of its protagonists play out.
In the end, despite finishing with a major victory for Joe and the hope that this time, perhaps, the ruling will be held up on appeal, the book's message is a bleak one when it comes to the damage already wreaked on a beautiful corner of Appalachia. Shnayerson hopes to ensure that such destruction is, at least, not ignored by the rest of the country.
• Amanda Paulson is a Monitor staff writer.
The first things I did: I ate at McDonalds during my layover in Detroit and got a coffee at Starbucks. So American. I spoke English and smiled at whomever I pleased, knowing that they wouldn’t hit on me or ask for my phone number, haha. I have to say that my self esteem will probably decrease a lot when I don’t have a million guys whistling at me on the street. I never thought I’d miss that…I spoke in English some more and bought a crappy celebrity gossip magazine in English and read it cover to cover.
The first things I realized: I’m in the States. I’m the same as everyone again. I’m not a foreigner anymore. Indiana is kind of ugly…just farms and highways and big office buildings. My family is amazing and they have been waiting on pins and needles for my return since the day I left for France. It was so good to see them, it really was.
The first things I missed: I called my host mom and talked to her. She told me the house seemed empty without me and that she missed me a lot. I really miss her. I really miss joking around with her, in French, and then giving myself an invisible pat on the back for being able to be funny in another language. I don’t think you realize how nervous I was about that.
I spent Christmas with the family and opened a few presents. Got some coal in my stocking…what a welcoming present.
Anyway, I guess this is the last installment that you will get to read from me. I’m really glad I got to write this blog over the course of the semester. It’s cool for me to go back and remember the things that I’ve done and the progress that I’ve made. I can’t say enough what a positive experience it was for me to learn abroad in France. It was really the chance and experience of a lifetime.
My friends and I were discussing before we all left Montpellier, and we were laughing at how strange it is that you learn so much about yourself while you’re actually trying to learn about the language and culture around you. I think that I’ve changed a lot as a person due to living in a different culture. Being taken out of your comfort zone and being forced to realize your own strengths and weaknesses is quite the eye-opening experience. I know I’m a much better and more complete person for accomplishing all that I have. I know I will return to France one day, hopefully in the near future, and maybe one of you will be living there too. If so, my blog actually meant something.
Such a tragedy happening in my birth state of W.Va. This all brings back some very sad memories for me. My dad was a coal miner as were all my uncles and some of my cousins on my dad's side of the family. I've had three family members killed in mining accidents in my lifetime. I feel so badly for those waiting word but it doesn't look good from what I've just read. The carbon monoxide levels are very high in the mine right now. It's a dangerous job, mining for coal to heat your homes and give you your electricity. Most don't give it a thought but everytime a man goes down into one of those mines, they are possibly risking their life. When my dad was a miner, things were not as safe and I remember seeing him in the mornings as I woke up ( I was just a little one then) just getting home from working the late night shift. He was covered in black soot and all I could see were the whites of his eyes. They didn't even have showers for them and all the soot inhaled into the miners lungs resulted in black lung for most that worked back then. I heart them and their families as they all wait this out.
Apparently they print more of these tickets then their are seats. So when we show up 15 mins before the movie, they turn us away.
"Its full." he says while I stand there with ticket in hand. I must have looked pretty stunned.
"Sorry" He exclaims trying to get me to leave so paying customers can get around me.
I usually never show up this late for a movie nor would I show up this late for an advanced screening. Problem was... we donated blood! The blood donation went a wee bit longer then expected so we get dropped from seeing the movie.
I don't like that they print a LOT more tickets then seats available. It wasn't just Nomad and I who got turned away. I saw at least 4 or 6 walk away when we got there and I broke the news to a car full of 4. Not sure how many people before or after me got sent home as well?
I'm just upset that due to giving blood, I missed out on seeing a lot more blood!
Oh the irony.



