From America: the hidden poor of Appalachia

Making a difference: the hidden poor of Appalachia

Tuesday, June 30th, 2015

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Back in the mid-1980s, I was working as a director of religious education at St. Peter’s Catholic Church in western Maryland.

That part of Maryland, like parts of 12 other U.S. eastern states – from Alabama to New York, and all of West Virginia – is part of the Appalachian Mountain region.

In those days, as I got to know the beauty of Appalachia, and some of the simple, friendly and caring mountain folks, I discovered the grinding poverty many of them were experiencing.

Hidden largely out of sight in the mountains and hollows were people living in shacks with no indoor plumbing. They would haul water from the nearest spring.

Since there were very few jobs and inadequate public services, most of them were stuck in their poverty.

I remember Judy, who helped with our special education Bible class. The winter before we met, she and her family lived in a tent in the mountain woods. It’s a miracle they survived.

I remember Dagwood, an older man who cared for his two little granddaughters in a small run-down shack with a floor composed of dirt and rotten wood.

I remember a lady of 80 years. Habitat for Humanity volunteers built her an indoor toilet. Up to that point she was using an outhouse.

I remember the family that didn’t even have an outhouse. Before Habitat built them one, they were using the woods.

And I remember the coal companies. Their deep mining, and mountaintop removal mining, raped the land, and polluted the air, rivers and streams. Their blasting regularly damaged the houses of many already poor Appalachian residents. And sadly, these abuses continue to this day.

To learn more about the dangers of mountaintop removal mining please visit http://acheact.org/.

And consider visiting the “Catholic Committee of Appalachia” http://www.ccappal.org/, and “Glenmary Home Missioners” http://www.glenmary.org/about-us/ to learn more about the church’s ministry in Appalachia.

Forty years ago the Catholic bishops of the Appalachian region wrote a document that reflects the courage of a prophet, the intellect of a sage, and the beauty of a poet. It deserves to be considered among the great works of American literature.

“This Land is Home to Me,” is a pastoral letter that reflects the beauty of the Appalachian Mountains, as well as the powerlessness of many of its inhabitants.

The bishops wrote, “Appalachia makes us think of people who live in the hills, who love nature’s freedom and beauty, who are alive with song and poetry. But many of these people are poor and suffer oppression. …

“Their cry is a strong message … because the truth of Appalachia is harsh. … The truth of Appalachia is judgment upon us all, making hard demands on us bishops, as well as on others … We must remind ourselves that the poor are special in the eyes of the Lord.”

The bishops wrote that the destructive growth patterns of corporate giants like the coal companies often pollute the air, foul the water and rape the land.

They declared, “The driving force behind this perversion is ‘Maximization of Profit,’ a principle which too often converts itself into an idolatrous power. … It delivers up control to a tiny minority whose values then shape our social structures. … It has become clear to us that the present economic order does not care for its people. In fact, profit and people frequently are contradictory. Profit over people is an idol. … This is not a problem only for mountain folk; it is everybody’s problem.”

Now that’s prophetic!

I have only scratched the surface of this beautifully powerful document. Do yourself, Appalachia, and the world a favor, by reading “This Land is Home to Me.” It will challenge you to make a difference!

I leave you with its inspiring closing words: “The dream of the mountains’ struggle, the dream of simplicity and of justice, like so many other repressed visions, is, we believe, the voice of the Lord among us.

“In taking them up, hopefully the church might once again be known as

a center of the Spirit,
a place where poetry dares to speak,
where the song reigns unchallenged,
where art flourishes,
where nature is welcome,
where little people and little needs come first,
where justice speaks loudly,
where in a wilderness of idolatrous destruction the great voice of God still cries out for life.”