Word: mined
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...your issue of February 21st, Professor Martin Kilson attacked the talk I gave on the Middle East at a recent ADA convention. This is the second time Professor Kilson has written to The Crimson criticizing speeches of mine which he did not attend and which he never discussed with me. It seems a peculiarly indirect way for colleagues to communicate. I am not much inclined to join this sort of correspondence, but a few notes seems in order...
When I wrote their stories, it was their lives that were suspended, not mine. My life stretched upward certainly; when my future was secure, their love meant one happy moment past and another to replace...
...stasis. I write letters to my friends to ask them if they still know me, they are not part of my life any more, but points in my fall. The stories I used to write about them told them I knew who they were and that their lives shaped mine, The stories I write to them now tell them I am falling...
...crusading fortnightly journal last month exposed the derelictions of John Ashcraft, director of the West Virginia department of mines. Ashcraft, the magazine alleged, gentled mammoth coal companies with only token fines for safety violations, while at the same tune violating the law himself by failing to meet the required minimum qualifications for a mine safety inspector. As a result, a committee of the West Virginia state senate will decide this week whether to recommend Ashcraft's impeachment. The aggressive publication that dug out these facts is hardly a national name, though among the miners of Appalachia and labor experts...
...context, even if often separated, and in fascinating detail. And maybe the needless universalizing of a local way of life happens because the writer is genuinely moved by people managing to stay human in such dehumanizing circumstances. The first day that Dan Sizemore drives Vecsey to the mine shaft where hundreds work, the reporter is amazed by the roads. Driving through Appalachia plays hell on a car, anyway--mud and garbage all over, trucks barreling around tortuous curves without guard rails, heaved-up pavement everywhere. But the drive from the Sizemore house to the Big Ridge mine is frightful...