Life update:
I’ve debated on how/if I should even make this post, but I feel that I’ve built a name for myself in my community & organizing circles, therefore out of transparency I want to let everyone know I am no longer working with Hood to the Holler.
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I’m excited to see what my future holds. Thank you all for your support, from volunteers I connected with, to canvasers, and just everyday people who shared their personal stories with me. I hope that in our time together I was able to make you feel valued, and loved. 🫶🏻
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There is no doubt have done some really powerful work the past few years, and though this is the end here; the work is never over for me. I don’t know what’s next, but I’m grateful for the time I spent doing such meaningful things, making connections with wonderful people.
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@Jpcantwell10 We voted down amendment 2 in 2022 and voted in the people back in office who were the ones who supported it. Organizers focused on defeating amendment 2, not the presidential race; we knew how the presidential race would go, I called it even after Andy won last year.
@Shane29008046 Because there people and organizations in Kentucky focused on canvasing efforts for the Governors race last year, and other state/local races this year. We knew the presidential race would be a wash, and used our energy appropriately this year. Hope that helps
To the many voters in Appalachia that I know are being fooled by fear mongering media and politicians who do nothing but lie. I know times are tough, and it’s easy to point fingers at those different from you. You’re being told to blame others like the undocumented worker, people who are in active addiction , the LGBTQ community, and others on the margins. But I need you to remember one thing. We are more alike than different. We share the same daily battles: the fight to pay rent, put food on the table, keep the heat on in winter, and make tomorrow a little brighter than today.
Think about it, when you’re clocking in at a factory, a warehouse, a construction site, or behind the counter of a store, you’re working shoulder to shoulder with people from all walks of life. That undocumented worker you might feel resentment toward? They’re sweating through the same shifts, sending money home, or taking care of their families here just trying to build a better life for their kids just like you. The person battling addiction? They might be someone who started off with an injury, prescribed the same pain pills anyone could get, only to end up fighting a demon they never saw coming. The LGBTQ person? They’re working to pay off student loans, putting in overtime to buy their first home, facing discrimination that adds extra weight to their everyday struggles, struggles you might know all too well.
Meanwhile, the ultra-wealthy, those who’ve never had to choose between groceries and the electric bill, watch from their penthouses and gated mansions. They stoke the fires of division because they know our power lies in unity. They need us distracted, blaming each other, and tearing one another down. That way, they can keep hoarding wealth, slashing wages, busting unions, and rigging the system to work only for them. They bank on us fighting amongst ourselves so that we never turn our eyes upward and realize who really keeps us down.
So, don’t be fooled into thinking that your neighbor who looks, loves, or prays differently is the reason life feels so hard. Don’t buy the lie that someone scrambling for a bit of hope and dignity is your enemy. Vote to protect your family, your job, and your community. Vote for policies and people who stand up for us…all of us in the working class. Not the billionaire who wouldn’t know struggle if it hit him square in the face.
We can’t afford to vote out of hate. We have to vote out of hope, out of love for our neighbors, out of a shared struggle for a better life. Stand in solidarity with those around you, not in division. That’s how we become strong. That’s how we protect what we’ve built, what we need, and each other.
I hope this message resonates with some of you if not all.
Miners began marching on Blair Mountain today in 1921.
"I'm still a union man in my heart...I'm still fighting," said Nimrod Workman. He was there.
📷 "Nimrod Workman: To Fit My Own Category," Scott Faulkner, Anthony Slone, 1975, Appalshop Archive preserved
I often forget how small of an area I live in, until I make a comment on an article our local newspaper put out about a local coal baron cashing in on “mine reclamation”. I just said the big guy in owes millions in taxes on his coal companies. Cont…
This behavior is why rural voices are CONTINUALLY suppressed. The subliminal threats to our families, and their jobs, keeps people quiet and complacent. Using your money, and power against those who call out the flaws is to be expected at this point.
Not only did said operator contact a county official over my comment, his sister messaged me, AND the newspaper has since removed my comments & others who were calling out the flaws in awarding millions in mine reclamation $ to the very people who destroyed it in the first place