kentucky coal miner.
oh, and a baptist preacher.
Sherman was his name. He'd say, right in the middle/late sixties, there in Kentucky that his church doors were open to any man of any colour. My mom still has his voice on tape to this day.
He died soon after making such proclimations about a harmonious society.
He would pay with his life even.
I asked my ma, 'who was that man' you were listening to mom?
She said, sherm,my dad,your grand.
I said, 'cool.'
She said, 'he died for what he believed in and also his big fuckin mouth.'
"huh," I said.
"They're certain coalminers that didn't like what he said so they ran him over a cliff one slippery rainy day."
