’She is dreaming another life, young enough to believe it can only be better -- indoor plumbing, eight hour shifts, a man who waits unknowing for her, a man who cannot hear through the weave room’s roar the world’s soft click, fate’s tumblers falling into place, soft as the sound of my mother’s bare feet as she runs, runs toward him, toward me.’ - Ron Rash
’As a boy, I was a little afraid of the people of the mills, of the plain, Pentecostal women in long dresses and wait-length hair, and bony, red-skinned men who still remembered the cut of a cotton sack. They had the look of a people who had not lived life so much as endured it, as if they had walked out of a fire. I would learn not to flinch when some old man offered me a three-fingered hand, or stare at people who seemed to cough all the time, even in fine weather…But this grit, the sacrifice, was something else.’
This is the true story of a community in the Appalachian foothills of Northern Alabama whose people had worked in this mill since before airplanes, before automobiles, until the mill shut down twenty years ago last Spring. They depended on it, it was their livelihood, with few other options for work. Their parents, and even grandparents, had worked there, had worked hard for just enough pay to get by, some losing a finger, hand or other limbs in the process. Even those who were lucky enough to avoid losing body parts, were affected. Their lives, their lungs were impacted by the lint they breathed in - the rooms they worked in had no ventilation, shortening their lives with “brown lung” as they worked in order to provide a way to survive for themselves and their families.
This is their story, the impact it had on individuals, their families, and the workers whose lives and livelihood were impacted by the working conditions and the companies who allowed such deplorable and life-threatening working conditions to continue.
’I decided to write these stories that night... about...the people of the mill. It has been known by various names--Ide Mill, Union Yarn--but the people were the same...the sufferings they endured...grim in many places and sad in spaces in between.’
’Now the thing they were needed for is going away, or already gone.’
They are still here.’ - Rick Bragg