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Slavery by Another Name

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by Douglas A. Blackmon


  cartridges and placed in holes dril ed at the edge of the seam—

  could separate the coal from surrounding rock. Lighting a cartridge

  with a crude fuse, the miners hurried out of the room and back into

  the shaft seconds before the ceiling of coal col apsed with the

  explosion. Many men were caught by the fal ing coal and kil ed or

  maimed.

  Once broken free, the coal was hammered into fty- and

  hundred-pound pieces and loaded into the train cars. Once a day,

  another prisoner came by with a bucket containing portions of

  crude food.

  Here there was lit le of the eld hand or rail bed singing that

  Green had heard among country blacks back in Bibb County, no

  community of shared perseverance. There was only the furious

  scramble to crack and pry and stack and sort the rock and coal, and

  watch other stone-faced men moving in the shadowy dark.

  Each day, Green spent nearly every waking hour stretched in a

  room o the main shaft. Once the coal was freed and broken up, he

  loaded coal furiously as a boss, another black convict, snarled that

  he would feel the whip if Green mixed rock with the coal in the

  wagons to be pul ed from the mine sixteen hours later. After six

  days in Slope No. 12, Green had only to return to the mine once

  more before Sunday, the one day of rest and of daylight. After that,

  there would be twenty-four more Sundays before his time in the

  mine was scheduled to end.

  If the worst of a day in Slope No. 12 had been only the physical y

  If the worst of a day in Slope No. 12 had been only the physical y

  wracking intensity of the labor, then this sentence, even if meted

  out by a crude sheri for the imsiest al eged infraction against the

  law, might have been bearable. But there was far worse. Green and

  Mun were fortunate that they were strapping, grown men, at the

  peak of their physical strengths. They were fortunate too that their

  stay with the sheri had lasted only three days, not long enough for

  the starvation rations to weaken them material y.

  The prison mine in some respects was an improvement over the

  Shelby County jail. The men were fed semiregularly A doctor lived

  in the simple "hospital" across the yard—a big advance over earlier

  medical care at Prat Mines, which consisted of a crude one-room

  shed, with barn doors, a dirt floor, and one window for light.10

  Conditions at the Prat Mines had improved since the deadly

  epidemics of disease that regularly occurred in the 1880s and 1890s

  —but only marginal y. Inside the shafts, deadly gases accumulated

  in unventilated sections, work continued even as water, seeping

  from the wal s and fouled with the miners’ waste and excrement,

  accumulated in the shafts. Intestinal disorders, malaria, pneumonia,

  and respiratory problems dogged the men. Endless contact with

  coal dust led to black lung disease, a miserable and certain slow

  death.

  Hardly a week passed that accidents didn't take men's ngers,

  hands, toes, or worse. Often the cause was a careless swing of a

  pick. But almost as frequently men were crushed by coal fal ing

  before they expected, or pinned by railroad cars that derailed. After

  electric trol eys and lights were instal ed in some areas, many a

  miner died from "touching a live wire," according to state

  inspectors.

  Younger and smal er men—and the dozens of pubescent boys

  forced into the shafts—on their rst days in the mines faced a

  terrible initiation. Argued over—often violently—by the convicts

  with bit er months and years of time in the mine behind them, the

  boys were pushed into corners of the pitch black mine rooms,

  beaten into submission with the handles of the pickaxes or rough

  beaten into submission with the handles of the pickaxes or rough

  leather belts worn by the men, and raped daily and nightly.

  Disagreements over ownership of the sodomized "gal-boys" or other

  infractions of the prisoners’ code erupted into bizarre violence. Men

  made huge by their years of labor and hardened by their fates

  at acked each other in the constricted spaces with axes, knives,

  rocks, and bare hands. Homicides were a constant occurrence.

  The ranks of those condemned to the mines were so broadly

  uneducated and il iterate—even by the elementary standards of

  1908—that hardly any eyewitness accounts were recorded of the

  nightmarish episodes beneath the surface. The shame of witnessing

  —or being a participant in—such acts further sti ed

  acknowledgment of the rapes and violence that accompanied them.

  But virtual y every surviving account of life in the slave mines

  referred in at least muted tones to these spectacles of sexual abuse.

  One white man wrote after his release how "men, degraded to a

  plane lower than the brutes, are guilty of the unmentionable crimes

  referred to by the Apostle Paul in his let er to the Romans." He cited

  the verse: "The men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned

  in their lusts one toward another, men with men, working that

  which is unseemly"11

  As shocking as the sodomy were the o cial punishments of the

  mines and convict labor camps administered under the sanction of

  government authority. At the end of the day, whatever had

  happened deep in the earth, each man was held to account for the

  coal he col ected while in the shaft. Healthy prisoners such as Green

  and Mun were required to produce eight tons each day. Any man

  who came up short of his assigned "task" was subject to the whip—

  held over a barrel by two other black men with his shirt removed

  and his pants pushed to his knees as the white mine superintendent

  or the designated whipping boss lashed him with a thick, four-inch-

  wide strap of leather. On some days, as many as two or three dozen

  men felt the bite of forty or fty strokes. Those who chronical y

  failed to meet task were beaten every day, often in the morning as

  wel to remind them of the fate that awaited failure that night.

  A convict named Alvaran Snow Al en published a simple

  A convict named Alvaran Snow Al en published a simple

  religious lea et near the turn of the century titled "The Story of a

  Lie," recounting the misdeeds of his life and how they led him to

  become "Convict No. 2939" in an unspeci ed labor prison. In

  excruciating detail, he recounted the methods, lexicons, and

  apparatuses of prisoner punishment used throughout the southern

  prison labor system. "Come-a-longs" were steel bracelets snapped

  onto the wrists and fastened by a chain to a smal metal crossbar.

  Turning the crossbar instantly twisted a man's arms into a knot,

  forcing him to his knees. In a punishment known simply as "the

  chains," a prisoner was placed in handcu s at ached to the ends of a

  thirty-inch-long steel bar, which was then hoisted with a pul ey

  until the man hung clear of the oor, to be left suspended "from 50

  minutes to two hours."12 A variation on this torment was known in

  some camps as the "alakazan degree," in which the victim's ankles

  were cu ed behind hi
s back and then his feet "drawn upward and

  backward until his whole body is stretched taut in the shape of a

  bow" and then tied to his wrists. Once pinioned, the most

  unfortunate prisoners were then placed in a closed and darkened

  box cal ed a "crib" and left there in su ering. "The intense agony

  in icted by this method of torture is indescribable; every muscle

  throbs with pain," wrote one prisoner after his release.13

  "Lit le shackles" were egg-shaped pieces of iron riveted onto

  ankle rings on prisoners in rural work camps to make their feet too

  heavy to run. "Whipping straps" weighed two to seven pounds for

  routine beatings. "Shackles and chains" was a three-foot section of

  chain with an ankle cu at one end and a two-inch ring at the other

  end. Once the cu was riveted to a prisoner's leg, the chain was

  wrapped around the leg during working hours, and then unspooled

  at day's end to be at ached to the one long chain holding al

  convicts in a particular sleeping area.

  Famous to prison mines and camps in Alabama, Georgia, and

  Florida was the "pick shackle," which Al en described as a

  sharpened pick head riveted upside down to a prisoner's ankle—

  making it ut erly impossible to run or even walk normal y—and

  making it ut erly impossible to run or even walk normal y—and

  typical y left there for the duration of a convict's sentence.14 Worn

  for months or years at a time, the twenty- to thirtypound picks

  rubbing against bare skin caused abrasions that led to pus- l ed

  lesions and infections prisoners cal ed "shackle poison." Lit ered

  through the records of convict camps are amputations of feet and

  lower legs as a result of blood poisoning from the injuries.

  By far the most torturous and widely used punishment was the

  "water cure," a medieval cruciation whose many variations rendered

  the strongest and most de ant of men ut erly compliant. In its most

  moderate form, the water cure was simply forcing a man to stand

  naked under a shower of cold water until he convulsed with cold.

  More often, prisoners described being stripped of their clothing and

  tied to a post or chair. A water line—often a high-pressure re hose

  —was turned on the naked prisoner, pounding his skin with intense

  pressure and l ing his mouth and nose with torrents of water until

  he became convinced he was about to drown.

  In the Alabama prison mines where Green Cot enham was now

  an inmate, the preferred form of the water cure was simply to lift a

  man o his feet and plunge him head rst into a barrel, with his

  arms tied or held useless to his sides. Guards or prisoners working

  under the supervision of one held the man's furiously kicking feet

  to keep the barrel upright until his thrashing subsided—usual y two

  to three minutes after being plunged into the liquid. Then the

  prisoner was hauled, gasping, out of the bucket, given a few

  seconds of air, then plunged down again. Repeated again and again,

  virtual y no prisoner could avoid being turned into a shivering,

  begging wretch.15

  For the hundreds of men who could not endure the physical abuse

  or the grinding labor, or who were kil ed by guards and other

  prisoners, death brought a final brief journey into the earth. At dead

  center of the sprawling Prat Mines complex, facing Smokey Row,

  sat an unkempt 1,300-acre triangle of land, hemmed on two sides

  by tracks to the three nearest shafts. Here and there, heaps of coal

  by tracks to the three nearest shafts. Here and there, heaps of coal

  slag and rocky debris jut ed from the ground, amid a helter-skelter

  pat ern of shrubby trees. Lit ered randomly among the debris and a

  web of muddy footpaths were hundreds of graves—many already

  slumping slightly into the earth and overgrown with weeds, many

  others stil mounded high from recent burials.

  Just outside the fence at Slope No. 12, another burial eld held

  the men who died in the newest shaft. In the big cemetery at the

  bot om of the hil , a few graves bore simple stones with the names

  of free blacks permit ed by TCI to be buried on company land. The

  rest—and al the burials outside the new prison at the top of the

  slope—were the hastily l ed graves of mine prisoners from

  families too poor or forgot en to retrieve the bodies of their dead.16

  A few days after Cot enham arrived at Slope No. 12 in April 1908,

  the president of U.S. Steel, W. E. Corey, and a contingent of other

  top executives from the Pit sburgh headquarters made their rst

  visit to inspect the new Alabama properties. There was great

  applause in Birmingham for the men whose purchase had saved

  Tennessee Coal, Iron & Railroad Co. from nancial ruin. But the

  enthusiasm of the city's leaders was tempered by the quiet

  recognition that the South's greatest industrial concern had come

  under the control of men in Pennsylvania. Whatever ambition there

  had been for Alabama's iron and steel industry to eclipse its rivals

  in the North was lost. Already, there were rumors that the new

  owners were uneasy about the conditions of the prison mine and

  the brutality in icted on African Americans there. For the time

  being though, lit le would change. Four more convicts died before

  the end of the month. Five more in May. Another four in June and

  four more in July17 The burial eld at Slope No. 12 quickly began

  to fil .

  By midsummer, U.S. Steel and other mine owners in Birmingham

  were moving toward a bit er climax in their struggle with the

  United Mine Workers. Seven thousand free miners were on strike—

  United Mine Workers. Seven thousand free miners were on strike—

  this time joined by ve hundred free black miners, many of whom

  had been brought in as strikebreakers during earlier labor unrest

  and had never been welcomed by a union run by white men. Now

  hundreds of miners swarmed the entry-ways of the mines, harassing

  any workers who entered and threatening to break free convicts as

  they moved from the mines to their prison. The homes in Prat City

  of some leading company of icials, as wel as miners who continued

  to work, were dynamited in the night.

  Coal company o cials petitioned the state to break up the strike

  with militiamen and hired armed deputies, importing sixty "Texas

  sharpshooters" to help defend the mines. To keep operating,

  Tennessee Coal, Iron & Railroad and Sloss-She eld pushed

  Cot enham and other convict laborers—who had no choice but to

  continue working—to excruciating limits. They soon resurrected the

  long-abandoned and notorious practice of hiring black work gangs

  through white foremen—often farm owners with large groups of

  African American tenants under their control. In a practice

  reminiscent of the Confederate government's inducements to slave

  owners to work mines during the Civil War, white foremen brought

  in workers from the countryside and directly supervised them in the

  mines. The white "owner" col ected al their wages and paid his

  black subjects a fraction of the pay of real miners.18 Trains loaded

  with b
lack farmworkers from the Black Belt pul ed into

  Birmingham each day—to the hoots and threats of strikers. Al the

  while, company labor agents prowled the countryside for more

  convicts, encouraging local sheri s to arrest and sel as many more

  men as possible.

  The specter of black and white miners uni ed against the coal

  companies was terrifying to the elite of Birmingham—and across

  the South. Mine owners responded with an aggressive campaign to

  divide the union along racial lines. A prominent African American

  union leader, Wil iam Mil in, was taken from jail and lynched with

  the aid of two white deputy sheri s. A week later, another union

  miner was hanged from a tree—again by a deputy sheri —after

  being accused of dynamiting a company miner's house. Governor

  being accused of dynamiting a company miner's house. Governor

  Braxton Comer issued orders preparing the state militia to mobilize

  and banning strikers from congregating outside mine entrances.19

  In the midst of the crisis, on August 2, Cot enham could not

  return to his place in the mine. Green had survived ve months at

  Slope No. 12. But he had become a shadow of the man arrested

  behind the train station in Columbiana. A doctor diagnosed

  Cot enham as having syphilis. If the doctor's assessment was correct,

  Cot enham almost certainly was already infected at the time of his

  arrest in Shelby County. Even in the bacterium's most aggressive

  form in a nineteenth-century medical regime without knowledge of

  penicil in, syphilis took at least two years to reach Green's mortal y

  il condition. In the unsanitary circumstances of the prison mine, the

  symptoms of syphilis were exacerbated and sometimes confused

  with other maladies. Already, the organism that causes syphilis—a

  bacterium called Treponema pal idum—had infected his central

  nervous system. The dorsal columns of Cot enham's spinal cord

  already were hardening or developing lesions—triggering

  excruciating stabbing pains in his legs, rectum, and upper

  extremities.

  Even for the most fortunate patients, there was no cure for

  syphilis in 1908. Doctors gave those who could a ord it doses of

  mercury in the belief it fought the progress of the bacteria.

  Otherwise, good food and clean surroundings were the only

  prescription for extending the vigor of the patient. Cot enham had

 

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