MORGANTOWN, W.Va. -- Bob
Armstead was a gentle man in a rough profession.
A black miner in decidedly white West
Virginia, he toiled in a place where coal
companies had recruited tens of thousands of
blacks for jobs everyone else thought were too
dangerous.
For 40 years Armstead worked
hard, staying underground as racism pushed
others out.
"Some said the black coal
dust was a race equalizer," he wrote. "They said
we were all black because of the coal dust, so
blacks and whites blended, and there was less
prejudice in a coal mine. I really didn't see it
that way."
Armstead's story, "Black
Days, Black Dust," released earlier this year by
the University of Tennessee Press, has become
the first published memoir of a black American
coal miner.
It's a story of a quiet,
hardworking, cheerful man. It's also a 255-page
primer on coal mining and a window into a nearly
forgotten piece of history - those few decades
when tens of thousands of blacks moved into the
mountains to help make West Virginia's mines
among the most productive in the world.
In 1880, only 25,886 blacks lived in
West Virginia, a state with 592,537 whites. But
as miners unionized and went on strike, mine
owners recruited blacks by the trainload from
the Deep South.
By 1920, the state's
black population had grown to 86,345. Whites
made up nearly 1.4 million. In southern
coalfield counties, blacks accounted for more
than 68 percent of the population in the 1930
census.
Four generations of Armstead's
family were part of the great coal mine
migration, moving from the iron district of
Bessemer, Ala., to north-central West Virginia
in 1924.
Later, when other families
moved on, the Armsteads stayed.
Bob
Armstead died in 1998 at the age of 71, but his
voice survives on the pages of his book.
When our shift ended, white miners and
black miners took their showers in separate
facilities and went their separate ways. I
wondered if the company prolonged segregation by
having white and colored showers, or if the
white men demanded it. Underground we were
equal, dependent on each other and friendly.
Once we hit the showers, a mental separation
took place. We were black men and white men, no
longer equal."
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