In 1967, West Virginia University awarded West Virginia Senator Robert Byrd an honorary doctorate. Members of Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) and I felt that this former Ku Klux Klan organizer wasn’t all that deserving. The University was kissing Byrd’s ass to get more federal money. His name was on just about everything by then. I was foreign student advisor and also had the impressive title of Assistant Director of Student Educational Services.
“They” didn’t learn with Governors and convicted felons Arch Moore and Wally Barron that it is better to wait and see which prison the guy goes to before building statues and naming streets, courthouses and schools after him. You have got to love that bust of Moore in the Cultural Center. He sure thought the place was his. The first event that took place in Archie’s bunker was closed to the peasants. He shut it down like an Argentine dictator and held his daughter’s wedding. It was by invitation only. The public was shut out.
Byrd hasn’t seemed to be seeking personal wealth, but the idea that, if he gets money directed toward a particular project, they just might immortalize him by putting his name on it, smells of corruption. If only he had the grace of former Kansas Senator Nancy Katzenbaum. When it was proposed that a stretch of highway in Kansas be named after her, she declined, saying that she didn’t want anything named after her, especially a stretch of pavement.
In Cuba, it is against the law to name anything after a living person. When I was there in 1969, there was nothing in Cuba named after Castro or any other living politician or person. West Virginia is perhaps not as enlightened as Cuba. Our brown-nosing grovelers fall all over themselves in eagerness to build graven images of Byrdman. The genuine good works that have been done in West Virginia to preserve the environment and try to moderate the evils of the coal industry and over-development have been accomplished in spite of Byrd and his ilk.
In 1979, some of us Lincoln County residents organized Pennzoil Natural Gas customers against the rate increases that the Public Service Commission kept handing out. We went to the state capitol to do some lobbying and some hell-raising. We were having lunch in the basement cafeteria. Senator Byrd walked in with an entourage of shameless obsequious sycophants [I have always wanted to put those words together]. He seemed to suddenly remember that it was an election year and started in his awkward manner going from table to table, shaking hands. I was at a table with several people, most of them from the upper Kanawha Valley. Byrd walked toward our table. I had never admired him, and I wondered what I was going to do when he reached out to shake my hand. When he came to me, as we shook hands, I said, audible only to those at our table, “I have never had much respect for you.” Byrd looked as if he had been shot. He backed away from our table, pointed at me and stammered “I know your type. I’ve met your type before.” He fled across the room and didn’t risk any more handshakes.
It was scary to think that a man who at that time was Senate Majority Leader couldn’t handle that situation better. He had the power to help start a nuclear war, but he couldn’t deal with a long-haired, bearded man in his own home state capitol.
Maybe Byrd remembered me from Morgantown, when he was there to receive the honorary doctorate. WVU had an acting president after the capable Paul Miller resigned. The acting president and his Chamber of Commerce kin were taking Byrd around to view all the things he had made possible with his skill at the pork barrel. At every stop, the SDS and I greeted the group with signs objecting to giving this Klan organizer the University’s highest honor.
When the acting president saw me, he turned what writers often call “ashen gray” and looked like he might get sick. I was obviously out of control. He would cure that.
Former University President Paul Miller, who by then was an assistant Secretary of Education in Washington, D.C., was sent to Byrd’s coronation to represent the federal government. Miller had signed off on hiring me at WVU and more than once encouraged me to be bold, once saying “I like young Turks.” His new wife and her children walked with him toward the graduation ceremony. He saw me in the picket line against Byrd, stopped, shook my hand, and introduced his new family. The Associated Press photographer took a picture of us shaking hands—with that picket sign in my other hand. A friend on the student newspaper staff told me the AP people were warned that if they used that picture, they would never get another story from the University.
One week later, I was invited to a meeting with the university financial people. They wanted to know why they shouldn’t close International House since it wasn’t supporting itself. Pointing out that hardly anything at WVU was self-supporting didn’t cause them to look up from their figures. Going by their standards, only the football team would be left. But, they had their orders and just needed to go through the motions.
My boss refused the acting president’s request that he fire me. International House was closed and I was banished, with no annual pay raise, to a windowless balcony in the old Mountainlair which was a large Navy-surplus dining hall in the hollow behind the old Mountaineer Field.,
Apologists for Byrd have portrayed him as having reformed since the days when he was the organizer for the Klan in southern West Virginia and when he would gratuitously enter into the Congressional Record all the negative data he could scrape off the bottom of his intellectual barrel about African-Americans living in the District of Columbia. As a student at WVU in the 1950s, I heard Byrd give a speech at the First Baptist Church on High Street. Byrd, ever reminding his audiences that he was a holy man, pounded the Bible to illustrate that, like an anvil, it had withstood the hammers of time. After the speech, an old guy in the back of the chapel made a statement about the KKK. Byrd admitted he had been a member of the Klan and that the Charleston Gazette had exposed this and tried to ruin him with it. He went on to say that he was proud to have been a member of the Klan. However, the blatant racist power in the Democratic Senate gave way to more moderate influences, and Byrd slid right into the twenty-first century, not one step ahead or behind the prevailing spirit.
I more recently heard Byrd speaking on so-called public radio. It was the twentieth century Byrd, not quite to his welcome twenty-first century stand against the Iraq War. And it wasn’t the Byrd that the Charleston Gazette made fun of for wearing baggy suits in his early days at the state legislature. He was telling Congress of the need for straight roads in West Virginia. He lamented the crooked roads that follow creek and river bottoms. He didn’t see the value in them being picturesque or in going past locally owned businesses. He wanted our poor citizens to be able to travel on them big ol‘ four lanes that go straight through everything. Of course, he didn’t mention that the coal and timber trucks would have an easier time of carrying the state away to our lords in other states. Neither did he mention that the sons and daughters of those lords in other states could more readily get to our few remaining natural wonders.
In his story The Bear, William Faulkner observed that the two-lane hardtops being built into the Mississippi wilderness would destroy what was worth seeing or feeling in the first place. It’s like the Heisenberg uncertainty principle–looking at something changes it. During a speech opening a portion of a boondoggle highway called Corridor H, Byrd swept his arm toward the mountains behind him and spoke of them in his grandiose style not noticing he was drawing attention to a mountain that had been strip-mined.
Byrd was concerned about the average citizen and his struggle in getting to the mall. But, more than that, he was probably looking over his shoulder at campaign support from the highway construction companies and votes he would get for creating construction jobs. Senator Byrd and the Snopes family: moving right along into the twenty-first century.
Author’s update—Byrd has recently redeemed himself. He has apologized for his racism and for voting for the Gulf of Tonkin resolution. He was the only Senator to oppose the Iraq War.
In May of 2010 Byrd wrote that “The industry of coal must also respect the land that yields the coal, as well as the people who live on the land. If the process of mining destroys nearby wells and foundations, if blasting and digging and relocating streams unearths harmful elements and releases them into the environment causing illness and death, that process should be halted and the resulting hazards to the community abated.”
Other excerpts from recent statements that reveal Byrd’s amazing change of attitude:
“In recent years, West Virginia has seen record high coal production and record low coal employment … The increased use of mountaintop removal mining means that fewer miners are needed to meet company production goals.”
“It is also a reality that the practice of mountaintop removal mining has a diminishing constituency in Washington. It is not a widespread method of mining, with its use confined to only three states. Most members of Congress, like most Americans, oppose the practice, and we may not yet fully understand the effects of mountaintop removal mining on the health of our citizens. West Virginians may demonstrate anger toward the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) over mountaintop removal mining, but we risk the very probable consequence of shouting ourselves out of any productive dialogue with EPA and our adversaries in the Congress.”
“Some have even suggested that coal state representatives in Washington should block any advancement of national health care reform legislation until the coal industry’s demands are met by the EPA. I believe that the notion of holding the health care of over 300 million Americans hostage in exchange for a handful of coal permits is beyond foolish; it is morally indefensible. It is a non-starter, and puts the entire state of West Virginia and the coal industry in a terrible light.”
“To be part of any solution, one must first acknowledge a problem. To deny the mounting science of climate change is to stick our heads in the sand and say “deal me out.” West Virginia would be much smarter to stay at the table.”
The Charleston Gazette
July 30, 2010
In the spring of 1954 the front page of the Charleston Gazette announced the Supreme Court ruling that racially segregated schools were unconstitutional and would be integrated. My reaction was “It will never work here.” As a senior at St. Albans High School I had attended segregated schools all my life. The kids who lived two blocks away were bused 12 miles to Garnet High School in Charleston and I knew it was because they were “colored”. I don’t know what made me think integration wouldn’t work here. For me St. Albans was a safe and happy place. I lived at the end of C Street and I knew some of the “colored” boys who lived two blocks away on A Street. In the summer we played baseball and sometimes in the evening we sat together on the outfield fence to watch the men’s softball league games. We even discussed racism but not school integration.
Less than a year later, while a student at West Virginia University, I attended a YMCA national convention at the University of Kansas. A student from Kansas State University extended his hand and said “I’m Arch Rich.” I don’t know if my hesitation was noticeable but for the first time in my life I shook hands with an African-American. Arch and I became buddies and hung out together for the rest of the conference. Since then I have worked on ridding myself of racial prejudice. It is not easy, maybe not possible, to recover from the subtle and not so subtle racist messages our society sends.
I tell this story as a reminder that people can change. Robert Byrd went from a rabid racist to an advocate of civil rights. He had deeper feelings to overcome than I did—in the 1940’s he referred to African-Americans as mongrels. In the mid-fifties I heard him say in a speech at a Baptist Church in Morgantown that he was proud to have been a member of the Klan. I don’t know if Byrd would have changed if the political realities had not changed, had there been no Brown versus Topeka and had the southern Democratic senators continued to hold control over the Senate. And I don’t know how long it would have taken me to change had it not been for Arch Rich.
In August, 1964, news came that American ships had been attacked by North Vietnam torpedo boats. Vengefully I was in favor of bombing North Vietnam. After I learned the attack was a hoax to justify bombing North Vietnam, I became active in anti-war activities. I tell this story as a reminder again that people can change. Robert Byrd voted for the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution which gave Lyndon Johnson the permission he needed to escalate the war. Recently Byrd said that vote was one of his biggest mistakes. He opposed the invasion of Iraq for the same reasons he wished he had not voted for the Vietnam War.
Byrd denounced Judge Haden for his 1999 ruling against valley fills. But in May of last year Byrd said this: “The industry of coal must also respect the land that yields the coal, as well as the people who live on the land. If the process of mining destroys nearby wells and foundations, if blasting and digging and relocating streams unearths harmful elements and releases them into the environment causing illness and death, that process should be halted and the resulting hazards to the community abated.”
Robert Byrd came a long way. I hope our governor and our other senator paid attention.