Appalachians

Dead
Johnson County, Kentucky

 

Photographer Gloria Feinstein is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of these images.  These photographs are from her project ‘Appalachia‘. To see Gloria’s portfolios click on any image.

 

Pregnant Mother Perry County, Kentucky

Pregnant Mother
Perry County, Kentucky

 

In her June 26, 2014 New York Times article, “What’s the Matter With Eastern Kentucky?” economics reporter Annie Lowrey referred to the Deep South and Appalachia as the “smudge of the country.”

She went on to quote statistics gleaned from a study conducted by The Upshot, a Times news and data-analysis venture, that painted a picture of the quality and longevity of life in each county of the United States. The study was based on six basic indicators: educational attainment, household income, jobless rate, disability rate, life expectancy and obesity rate. Breathitt, Clay, Jackson, Lee, Leslie and Magoffin, all counties located in Eastern Kentucky, ranked among the bottom 10. Clay County – where only 7.4% of the population has gone to college, where life expectancy is six years shorter than average, where 11.7% of people are disabled and where nearly half of the residents are obese – crossed the finish line in last place.

 

Robbie With Flag Perry County, Kentucky

Robbie With Flag
Perry County, Kentucky

 

I grew up a couple hours’ drive from this “smudge.” I’ve wandered its lush, green hillsides and have played my banjo with some old-time Bluegrass musicians on their planked front porches. In 1979 I made a series of photographs about fiddlers and pickers: men and women dedicated to maintaining the legacy of traditional Bluegrass music. I learned in Lowrey’s article that since that year, even though the American economy has more than doubled in size, the median income is actually lower in Clay County now than it was then.

 

 

Greased Pig Race Champion Breathitt County, Kentucky

Greased Pig Race Champion
Breathitt County, Kentucky

 

The New York Times article inspired me to return to the hollers through which I meandered back in 1979 to find some of the same families I first photographed. Lowrey’s data inspired me to take up where I left off and more fully examine what’s the matter with Eastern Kentucky and what’s so extraordinary about it, too.

 

 

Sally Brown Magoffin County, Kentucky

Sally Brown
Magoffin County, Kentucky

 

There are many sad and devastating truths about Eastern Kentucky. The state itself – and the Appalachian ridge, specifically – has the sixth highest rate of prescription drug overdose deaths in the nation. The families with whom I recently visited spoke of the widespread abuse of Oxycontin and the frequency of drug-related deaths among their friends and families. They talked about the staggering number of people left physically, financially and emotionally stricken in the wake of the once powerful coal industry. Clinton Bailey, who I first photographed when he was six years old, told me about many of his 40-something peers who have had to leave their beloved Appalachian mountains in search of jobs. There are troubles with roads, bridges, hospitals and schools. There are issues surrounding the dearth of fresh, healthy food. There are ongoing problems with the environment, which has been ferociously assaulted for many years.

 

 

Jason Magoffin County, Kentucky

Jason
Magoffin County, Kentucky

 

Based upon my own experience as a photographer, particularly that which I’ve undergone the past several years in Uganda – I know how important it is to give voice to those who have suffered indignities, hardship and loss. In the case of Eastern Kentucky, I believe it is essential to look beyond the data and into the faces of those whose lives have been affected.

 

Ruby Perry County, Kentucky

Ruby
Perry County, Kentucky

 

Kentucky writer and educator Silas House phrased it this way:

“One must go to [this] place to drive the winding roads. One must sit and jaw for a while with folks on their front porches, to attend weddings and high school graduations. One must study the history of the place and come to understand it, must sit at a wake and look at the lines on the faces of the people, the calluses on their hands, understand the gestational and generational complexities of poverty and pride and culture. One must stand for a while outside the funeral home and smell the air, study the gravestones out back that await the inscriptions of names belonging to people, not statistics.”

 

 

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Uganda

By Gloria Feinstein

 


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