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...Fires in the Mirror." Anna. There she was; then there she wasn't. A man, now a woman. A Jewish mother, a Black child. Not a seam between them...
There is was. Crown Heights in all its tragic display, the victims and the victimizers, but who was which (hardly a seam between them)? The thing I had heard about in passing was now alive, breathing, walking the stage, evolving--with each new face, into the terrible truth at its center. A dramatic gesture toward immortality, a dramatist's gesture toward immortality. An immortality of the pain and the grief. An immortality of the voices, the torn and urgent voices that vie in boundless cacophony. Voices to which the rest of us shut our ears to hear of only...
Good reporting is seldom easy or comfortable. But for correspondent Ted Gup, getting to the bottom of this week's BUSINESS story about life and hard times in a West Virginia coal community was especially unsettling. "The first time I entered a low-seam coal mine was one of the most claustrophobic experiences of my life," says Gup. "You lie on your back on a metal sled, and the distance between the floor and ceiling is never greater than 40 inches. You're in utter darkness -- except for the light on your hard hat. You eat your lunch on your...
Pete Spradlin was four when his father was killed in a local mine at 27. Pete was taken in by his grandfather, whose skull was crushed in a cave-in when Pete was 13. Now, at 44, Spradlin works the same rolling seam of coal -- Chilton, it is called -- that his father and grandfather did. Each morning Spradlin enters the Bantam Mine, crouching to clear the sign that reads WORK SAFE AND ENJOY LIFE. But Spradlin has had his own close calls -- a gashed lip that took 16 stitches, a couple of cracked ribs, a broken finger, two teeth knocked...
...mine to a conveyor belt. The monotony of the job is numbing. "It's like a yo-yo, all day, back and forth, all day," he says. Sometimes he is two miles within the mountain. Often he kneels in mud and water. He has worked in low- seam coal, a claustrophobic 29 inches from the mine floor to the roof. To eat his dinner, he has had to lie on his back. To relieve himself, he squats in one of the myriad byways. When the day is done, coal dust covers his face and permeates his overalls. Ruby takes...