When I covered Appalachia from a home base in Louisville, some of the grand leaders of Appalachia had a suggestion for me: why not live in Whitesburg, the center of the universe?
They had a point – “they” being Harry Caudill, lawyer and writer, and Tom and Pat Gish, who put out the great weekly newspaper, The Mountain Eagle (“It Screams.”) Those grand figures of the Kentucky mountains both lived in Whitesburg, in Letcher County, current population 2,200. Also in Whitesburg was Appalshop an invaluable repository of the images and words and sounds of mountain people, mountain culture, mountain history. (See Randolph Fiery's tribute to Appalshop, Comment No. 9.) Now Whitesburg, and Appalachian history, have been crushed by the floods that have marauded through Eastern Kentucky in the past week. The floods have spread mud over every inch of the treasures of Appalshop. I am sick. Here's the NYT article. Fifty years ago, that might have been me writing it. https://www.nytimes.com/2022/08/04/us/kentucky-flood-appalshop-archives.html?searchResultPosition=1 I have already written about the stricken counties and given three general funds. (below) How can I tell anybody to prioritize a center of history against hospitals and food drives and housing centers? I only know that Appalshop is special, representative of the world that is being washed away because most elected public officials and industry (Here’s looking at you, Commodore Manchin) pay no attention to the region they helped dig up. Here’s a link for Appalshop. https://appalshop.org/news/appalachian-flood-support-resources Now back to our previous disasters: *** In my first month on a new job covering Appalachia, I happened to be nearby when the mine blew up on Dec. 30, 1970. I drove until I found the narrow road leading to the site where 38 miners had been killed in the dog-hole Finley mine at Hyden, Ky. Around 8 or 9 PM, I noticed a Red Cross truck, with long lines, and I waited my turn for, as I recall, a cheese sandwich and a coffee, for which I was extremely grateful. The Red Cross was there at other disasters, like the one at Buffalo Creek, W. Va., on Feb. 26, 1972. People have to eat, in all those isolated towns, most of them on bottom land, inundated by the downpour and the disintegrated hillsides of Appalachia. In the latest horror story, good people and good organizations, are feeding the flooded mountain hamlets of Eastern Kentucky. The Red Cross is there, because it always is. https://www.redcross.org/donate/disaster-relief.html/?cid=disaster_brand&med=cpc&source=google&scode=RSG00000E017&gclid=CjwKCAjwlqOXBhBqEiwA-hhitORr5j455Wf9c-eU79JiSEfjnvHknssybFb8oyhktMRnu0So8boHfxoC4qkQAvD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds Kentucky is lucky enough to have a thinking, feeling governor named Andy Beshear. Only last December, a tornado hit Western Ky, and he set up a special relief mission. This week Gov, Beshear set up another relief mission in the eastern part of the state: https://www.pbs.org/newshour/nation/how-to-help-flood-victims-in-kentucky Also present is the World Central Kitchen, run by the Washington, D.C. chef, José Andrés. It seems he is everywhere – most recently in Ukraine – and I am not surprised that within hours workers and volunteers were somehow getting to the inundated towns, preparing hot food, good food. https://wck.org/en-us/news/kentucky-flooding I would urge a contribution to any of these funds. I take this disaster personally because this flood has brought up the same towns (Hazard, Troublesome Creek, Isom, Viper, Cutshin, Fisty…) and the same family names I saw on mailboxes in clusters along the highway (Amburgey, Webb, Sturgill, Stamper, Estep). Death and disaster introduced me to Appalachia, and now death and disaster focus my attention, again. The climate continues to grow worse and so have the senators from Kentucky -- people like Mitch McConnell and Rand Paul. Neighboring West Virginia has the coal-dealer, Commodore Joe Manchin, doing something for the good of others only when it profits him. (The Senate? Have you seen the list of 41 Republican scoundrels who have banded together to deprive military veterans of medical benefits for a burn-pit plague?) So what chance do regular Appalachia people have, trying to survive alongside the creeks and rivers in the region known as the “dark and bloody ground” to the Shawnees and Cherokees who were there before Daniel Boone and his kind. Appalachia has been messed over by government and by industry. The least we can do for the flooded people of Kentucky is help feed them.
Ina Selden
8/2/2022 05:58:51 pm
Powerful commentary. Will do as you suggest and help.
GV
8/3/2022 03:05:24 pm
Ina, mille grazie, G
Altenir Silva
8/2/2022 06:07:25 pm
Dear George: It was very sad. Here in Brazil, the CBF spent a fortune on the refurbishment of the training center of the Brazilian soccer team in Petrópolis City. The same town that suffered from a terrible flood. The people got homeless and hungry, while they lodged the players in the luxe. A horrible thing. God bless the Kentucky people.
George
8/3/2022 03:07:42 pm
Dear Altenir: front page article in the NYT today about Brazil constructing tiny landing strips in the rain forest, to allow for quicker devastation. Are we all crazy? Muito Obrigado, G
Randolph
8/2/2022 09:50:29 pm
George,
GV
8/3/2022 03:14:10 pm
Dear Randolph: Yes, I did know Caudill. In early 60s, I read his book, "Night Comes to the Cumberlands," and was so touched that in 1970 when the editors Gene Roberts and Dave Jones asked me to cover Appalachia, I jumped at it. I met Caudill a few times...he and the editor of the weekly Mountain Eagle ("It Screams") Tom Gish challenged me to live in their town of Whitesburg rather than in my effete little corner of Louisville. I'd love to have a count of how many times I headed east on I-64 and got on the Mountain Parkway down into Eastern KY....Now many of those counties, from Jackson down into Hazard, are under water. Caudill's book was prophetic...and ongoing. Best, G 8/3/2022 03:42:16 pm
I do not believe it possible to completely comprehend the suffering of others unless you have witnessed it first hand.
Randolph
8/4/2022 07:41:37 am
It is a busy world and I thought that some of you might miss George’s article on today’s sports page of the New York Times : “A Dignified Ambassador for Dem Bums.”
Randolph
8/4/2022 06:40:49 pm
George,
Gene Palumbo
8/7/2022 08:44:55 pm
Randolph mentioned George's fine piece on Vin Scully. Here's the link: https://www.nytimes.com/2022/08/03/sports/baseball/vin-scully-dodgers.html Comments are closed.
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