keep losing our connection to the places we come from. i am headed to central appalachia, a place many folks don t realize black folk still live, to hunt, eat, farm, and harmonize on the harmonica with the folks that fight to keep this place known as one of the homes of black folks. this is black appalachia. yeah. nice. when i say appalachia, you probably picture something like this, or this. harmful stereotypes of poor white folks. we will have to take those on another day. what you probably do not picture is this. a history of black folks here runs as deep as any other nonindigenous people. they are a critical part of appalachia. i am here to help tell their story, because it is in danger of disappearing forever. i m watching the appalachian trail. there are mountains, there. those are some of the oldest mountains in the world. you see the swiss alps, they are so big. these are the grandmothers. crystal good is a sixth generation west virginia native, foun
honey, yes. lord have mercy. i have aches and pains today, you know? your back is like, this, all night long. i have been right there. i have been right there. i am proud to be a coalminer. especially a block coalminer. it ain t in between. we have been here forever. you know the song that says, if a tree falls in the woods, and there is nobody there to hear it, did it make a sound? since a lot of people did not see us, they did not know that we were here. when i look around, as you can see, there is a crane down there, taking down a house. this is what happens when a