In Coal Country, Young Workers Seek a Sustainable Future

Neither coal companies nor government have a “plan B” for many Appalachian communities. Meet the young leaders determined to find one.

Jonathan Blair

Around here, you see on billboards and coffee mugs, "Coal runs in our veins. Can these old bones survive?" Photo by Jonathan Blair

Editor’s Note: This article, republished from the Daily Yonder, is part of a series of photo essays created for the American Creed ​“Citizen Power” multi-platform documentary initiative exploring American idealism and community leadership from a range of young adult perspectives. 

Jonathan Blair lives, works, and studies at Alice Lloyd College, in Eastern Kentucky. He coordinates a work-study crew of about 60 people, mostly first-generation college students from rural Appalachia. Blair and two of his crew members — Jacob Frazier and Carlos Villanueva — document their connection to blue-collar work in and around the Appalachian coal industry, and they reflect on their hopes for the region. 

Explore more of Jonathan Blair’s story here.

My grandfathers on both sides were coal miners. My father is a mechanic for one of the railroads that transport coal. Basically, ever since our family has been in these hills, the coal business has put food on our table, and that’s the case for most families in our region. Even if it’s not why they came here, it kind of became what they did, because that was what paid, and you’re going to do whatever it takes. 

Survival is a big aspect of Appalachian culture. For a long time, coal meant survival, but there was never a sense of stability because the coal business is like a light switch: It’s either on” or off.” And when that switch was off, a lot of people, like my grandpa, would find manufacturing jobs elsewhere, in Ohio and other places. And whenever the coal business picked back up, they would come back, because this is home. Today, you look around and you can see the mountaintops have been removed to extract the coal from them, and much of the coal that was deep in the ground is gone. The coal business is a phantom, a shadow of what it used to be. We can’t rely on it coming back to what it once was.

My stepdad Charles Hampton was in the Marines, but he got injured. He used to work for a drilling company but now he’s retired. He also used to be a truck driver but he got injured there too. Photo by Carlos Villanueva

For Appalachians, other than faith in God and the love of our families, coal has been what we have always leaned on. Now we are having to take a step back and look away in order to move on to the future. Like diamonds, coal takes millions of years to form, so there won’t be much forming in our lifetimes. In fact, it could be exhausted by the end of our lifetimes.

I know very few people my age who go into the industry. The generations before us have warned that no matter how good the money is right now, no matter how sweet of a deal they’ll cut you to get you to work, it’s not gonna last. It can’t last. Right now, the price of coal is up but we’ve seen what happens when the price goes down and industry packs up and leaves. 

There is no plan B in places like this. A major concern for my generation is finding that plan B right here in the only place we’ve ever known, because these mountains are home. And it truly is beautiful.

My grandfather and his co-worker, underground about two miles. Photo by Jacob Frazier
The culture in Appalachia is rich in faith. Ever since I can remember, I was in the House of God listening to my grandfather preach. I asked him to turn to any passage of scripture, and he turned to Luke 15:11 (the story of the Prodigal son). Photo by Jacob Frazier
My grandfather and his co-worker, underground about two miles. Photo by Jacob Frazier Coal Miners go to work never knowing what the day will hold. One day my grandfather sacrificed his arm while cleaning a belt head. “I would go back in a heartbeat,” he said. Even though the work took something from him, his heart still has a passion for the industry. Photo by Jacob Frazier
The essential needs for an underground miner: black coffee in a thermal, a bologna sandwich or two in the lunchbox (some even called it a “miner’s steak”), and a hard hat. Photo by Jacob Frazier
My stepdad passed these shoes down from my step-brother to me. He used them for yard work, and now I do too in my job. Photo by Carlos Villanueva
There is something surreal about looking at pictures from long ago. They are a glimpse into a world that no longer exists, where the roots of our unique culture started to grow. Photo by Jonathan Blair

The Appalachian culture has deep roots because, much like the rest of America, this is a land of immigrants who made this their home. People of many backgrounds, colors, and creeds were brought together here to build the railroads and pull the coal out of the ground. Over time, bonds formed through our shared labor and sacrifice. 

There’s a saying around these parts that goes, All blood isn’t family and all family isn’t blood.” Coal workers often left their loved ones behind for the opportunities in this region, and although those opportunities have dwindled, many of them formed new families and remain committed to these mountains. That’s how we ended up with this rich culture.

Although the family has been spread across the region because of work and other aspects of life, when we are able to gather the sense of joy never seems to falter. As I have grown older, I have witnessed these bonds grow, even as the distance between us becomes greater. It becomes more bittersweet each time. Photo by Jonathan Blair

While Appalachians have always wanted to maintain a life and community here, the same can’t be said for the industry we’ve welcomed into this region. You can drive through these mountains and find ghost towns like after the gold rush, abandoned places that were once home to so many people.

A sense of distrust exists between the Appalachian people and outsiders — whether that’s big business or the government. This distrust is deeply rooted and generational because New England businessmen came into the area and ripped a great deal of the coal out of our mountains. When the prices were low enough for them not to bother anymore, they went back home. When it was time for war, the federal government would come into our region and recruit young men, leaving behind suspicion and fear of exploitation among locals. It’s difficult to erase those scars of generational distrust. Many Appalachians fear that solutions presented by new industries or the government will only repeat the exploitation of the past. When you can see the end of the coal industry, it’s frightening. But there are solutions. Fear has to be countered with knowledge and power.

The diagram above is the layout of an underground coal mine. Each one is different. The square blocks represent pillars of coal (the part they didn’t mine to assist keeping the roof up). Surrounding the blocks are mining or traveling areas. Photo by Jacob Frazier
Military service has played a large role in my family’s history, especially since my grandfather was drafted to serve in Vietnam. Many men were pulled from this region to serve in a land most could not point to on a map… Photo by Jonathan Blair

First, we need to rid ourselves of the false notion that these are the worst of times and embrace the power of the progress we’ve made. Every generation in Appalachia strives for their children to have less of a struggle. My great-grandfather hiked across the mountain to Carbon Glow every morning to go to work. My grandfather worked for 20 some years in strip mining. My dad enjoys a more comfortable life on the railroad, and I represent a generation of Appalachians who chose to pursue a college degree instead of going to work in the mines. More of us need to make the shift from a mentality of survival to one of sustainability.

There is an old saying that says “blood that isn’t family and family that isn’t blood”. I’ve never had any siblings. However, through blood, sweat, tears, and many long days in the sun, these men have become my brothers. Photo by Jonathan Blair
Before high school, Carlos Villanueva and his mother moved from the Philippines to Jenkins, Kentucky. At Alice Lloyd College, he now studies nursing and works as an assistant supervisor with the grounds program. Photos by Jonathan Blair
Jordan Jones has “Proverbs 14:23” tattooed across his arm: “In all labor there is profit, But idle chatter leads only to poverty.” When you come from a people who know a thing or two about survival, you tend to have some drive. Photos by Jonathan Blair
Machaela Short is an aspiring business leader with plans to invest back into her community. More local businesses could just be the saving grace of Appalachia. Photos by Jonathan Blair

Helping Appalachians make that shift is part of the mission of Alice Lloyd College, where I’m enrolled as a third-year education student. Serving 108 counties in Appalachia, Alice Lloyd College is deeply focused on developing leaders in this region by providing them with a character and work-based education. At the college, all work on campus is almost exclusively performed by students. So in our work study program, we have three full-time faculty and staff and beyond that, it is completely controlled by students. The position I hold at Alice Lloyd College is the Senior Grounds Student Supervisor, meaning I completely oversee all grounds, garbage trucks, supplies, and advise roughly half the janitorial operations. I work most directly with the grounds crew, which usually consists of 60 to 100 students all of whom, like me, attend college for free. 

Even before we set foot into the workforce together for the first time, every single Appalachian student already has a sense of camaraderie because the same values — a sense of hard work, family and history — unite us. Almost everyone has their roots in coal or related blue-collar work. Almost every single one of us knows what it is like to grow up living paycheck to paycheck, and we want to better ourselves so that our children and future generations never have to live like that.

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I plan to become a college administrator. I believe that it is my personal responsibility to stay within the region and to guide more first-generation college students toward a character-based, leadership-based education. I believe in a domino effect. If Eastern Kentucky has more educational opportunities, the region can become more open minded to new economic opportunities. 

I believe my generation would be more open to a new beginning here. We’ve lived through tangible proof that the world is changing and the climate is changing. We can see that the path we are headed down is not one that will work forever.

First-generation college student Kolby Combs is only a freshman but has already left his mark on all of us by doing his part to help the work-study program smoothly. Photo by Jonathan Blair
The collection of pictures above was taken by my grandfather during his 20-year career in the strip mining industry. Coal put food on the table for the majority of families in the region for decades, and my family was no exception. Photo by Jonathan Blair

In late July 2022, a catastrophic flood hit eastern Kentucky and destroyed a great deal of the region, especially along the creek banks, riverways and lakes where many of us live. We’re still recovering from the aftermath. Not only has the natural world changed, the political and economic world is changing. We have to fill this void the coal businesses left behind so we can keep everyday people around. And even if new opportunities might fail, we have to give them a shot, whether it’s tech, industrial factories or renewable energy. This region is filled with flat, plateau areas, almost like terraces, that were left behind from mountaintop removal. These abandoned areas could prove to be ideal locations for the placement of wind turbines or solar panels and help transition us from our coal-dependent past to a more sustainable future. But to make that future a reality, it’s gonna take the Appalachian people coming together and organizing. 

These bones can still survive.

These mountains are my home, just as they are, have been, and will be for many others. The Appalachian story is one of survival and triumph. The people here are tough, a kind of toughness you won’t find in other places. Photo by Machaela Short

Publication of this American Creed ​“Citizen Power” Viewfinder is made possible in part by the National Endowment for the Humanities: Democracy demands wisdom. Blair, Frazier and Villanueva’s photography work is supported by Working Assumptions, a program that mentors student photographers to document the interplay of work and family in their lives. Curatorial editing and advising for Working Assumptions, Alice Proujansky; for Citizen Film, Manish Khanal. 

Any views, findings, conclusions, or recommendations expressed by Citizen Film, producer of the American Creed multiplatform documentary initiative, by participants in the initiative, or by disseminators, including In These Times which republished this article from the Daily Yonder, do not necessarily represent those of the National Endowment for the Humanities.

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Jonathan Blair lives, works, and studies at Alice Lloyd College, in Eastern Kentucky.

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