WHAT’S YOURS IS MINE





































Although the BBC fail to mention me in the above report
from 2003, not only did I help at the tree planting, I
actually had the honour of blessing the trees and the
enterprise. The Spinney is in my parish. Had I been the
curate here 200 years ago I would not have been just
remembering the dead miners, I would have been burying
them. Just like Pastor Gary Williams will, more than
likely, have to do in West Virginia very soon.








A full account of the 1815 Heaton Main mining disaster can
be found at THE DURHAM MINING MUSEUM website.

It's a small world when you are a working man or woman. It always has been. And there really is very little difference between back then and now as this words from "The Guardian" show:

The Upper Big Branch mine, about 30 miles south of Charleston, has a dire safety record. Three workers have been killed there in the past 12 years. Federal inspectors have fined the company more than $380,000 (£250,000) over the past year for repeated violations over the ventilation of the mine to prevent the buildup of the methane gas believed to be responsible for the latest accident. The authorities cited the mine for 57 safety infractions last month alone.

The mine is owned by Massey Energy, one of the country's largest operators. The company paid the largest financial settlement to date over a fire in another West Virginia coal mine in 2006 in which two miners died.

Here is a short, musical tribute to the miners who have died,
or will die unrescued, in West Virginia.

Oh can't you see that pretty little bird,
Singing with all his heart and soul.
He's got a blood red spot on his wing,
And all the rest of him's black as coal.

Of all the colors I ever did see,
Red and black are the ones I dread.
Oh when a man spills blood on the coal,
They carry him down from the coalmines dead.

Oh fly away you redwinged bird,
Leave behind the miners wife.
She'll dream about you when your gone.
She'll dream about you all her life.

Oh can't you see that pretty little bird,

Singing with all his heart and soul.
He's got a blood red spot on his wing,
And all the rest of him's black as coal.

Comments

WHAT’S YOURS IS MINE — 14 Comments

  1. From a folk song I play and sing:

    In the town of Springhill Nova Scotia
    Deep in the bottom of the Cumberlain mine;
    there’s blood on the coal and the miners lie;
    on a road that never saw sun nor sky;
    on a road that never saw sun nor sky.

    In the town of Sprinhill you don’t rest easy, often the earth will tremble and role;
    when the earth is restless miners die:
    blood and bone are the price of coal
    blood and bone are the price of coal.

    Prayers ascending

    FWIW
    jimB

  2. Words cannot express the sadness and despair I hold for those miners and families. Our home sits atop the Sago mine, which was the site of a 2006 accident which claimed 13 lives.

    Words surely cannot express the absolute loathing I harbor for that Evil Incarnate, the CEO of Massey Energy, Don Blankenship. He has bought so many politicians in West Virginia. Even more heinous, apparently he sent a memo to managers after a fatal 2006 accident at the Aracoma mine, saying that profit is the goal over safety.

    God forgive me, but I wish ill on this man.

  3. apparently he sent a memo to managers after a fatal 2006 accident at the Aracoma mine, saying that profit is the goal over safety

    yeah, but in the world we live in, it is.

    really liked the music, MP.

  4. Ugh…the Sago mine disaster…what a nightmare.

    Only 1 person survived.

    But, if mining were completely abandoned, what would happen to the state of West BY GOD Virginia? It’d just crash. This is what keeps food on the table for so many West Virginians.

    :sigh:

  5. Thanks MP. The Kathy Mattea song was especially appropriate; she is from my home state of WV and knows whereof she sings.

    This mine is about a 40 minute drive from my childhood home. The miners who work there suffer greatly to provide coal to fuel America’s electricity gluttony. They deserve so much more. They are salt of the Earth, as I’m sure the miners in Newcastle are, as well.

    PS Word Verification: Hydehert. Yep, Blankenship deserves to get his greedy little hide hurt. May God have mercy on his withered soul.

  6. It’s been reported that the evil head of the mining company in the movie Avatar was based on Don Blankenship.

  7. Thank you for your solidarity, MP. As a new West Virginian, I have tried to see both sides of the debate over coal mining. But Blankenship is just appalling in his disdain for anyone who disagrees with him and anything that gets in the way of more money for him and his cronies. I lay the blame for this disaster squarely at his feet; however, his PR types are already doing a Vatican-quality job of spin control and blame shifting.

    Please keep your prayers going, for those affected by the disaster, and for everyone in WV. We’re all heartbroken.

  8. … It’s been reported that the evil head of the mining company in the movie Avatar was based on Don Blankenship…

    … It turns out that Blankenship is a big star in the Teabag movement…

    Is there going to be a new category of Nobel prize for being the biggest arsehole of the century, which this fellow has decided he is going to try to win, perhaps?

  9. Lois, I am here, but thank you for worrying. The quake was a long way away from where we live.

    The earthquake was stronger than the one that leveled Port au Prince, Haiti, however it was in northern Baja California and mostly just rattled empty desert on both sides of the Int’l (USA/MX) border. I heard that two folks were killed; one by the earthquake itself causing a building to fall and the other was someone who was frightened by the quake and ran into the street and was hit by a car.

    Calexico, CA, USA seems to have a lot of damage, as does Mexicali, BC, MX. There have been some injuries as well. The hospital in Mexicali sent all of their patients outside because it lost all power and water.

    Not a lot for you to continue to worry about.