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Muriel Rukeyser's poem "The Book of the Dead: George Robinson: Blues" captures the harrowing experiences of African American workers in the Gauley Bridge tunnel project. Through George Robinson's voice, Rukeyser offers a poignant narrative that interweaves personal testimony with broader social commentary, reflecting the stark realities of racial and economic exploitation. The poem opens with a sardonic observation: "Gauley Bridge is a good town for Negroes, they let us stand / around, they let us stand / around on the sidewalks if we’re black or brown." This ironic remark immediately sets the tone, highlighting the limited freedom and pervasive racial segregation. The reference to Vanetta, the neighboring town "over the trestle," emphasizes the physical and social divide between the white and black communities. Robinson's description of the graveyard on the hill introduces a somber contrast between life in the town below and death above: "the graveyard’s up on high, and the town is down below." This imagery underscores the inevitability of death for the tunnel workers, who are metaphorically and literally buried by their labor. The graveyard's coldness in the springtime serves as a chilling reminder of the workers' fate. The stanza recounting the burial of thirty-five men behind Robinson's house starkly illustrates the neglect and indifference of the company and medical professionals: "thirty-five tunnel workers the doctors didn’t attend, / died in the tunnel camps, under rocks, everywhere, world / without end." The phrase "world without end" evokes a sense of endless suffering and unacknowledged deaths, a poignant critique of the systemic negligence that allowed such tragedies to occur. Robinson's narrative details the harsh working conditions, including the punitive measures taken against those who could not keep up: "When a man said I feel poorly... / the Cap and company come and run him off the job surely." This line highlights the lack of compassion and the relentless exploitation by the company. The term "tunnelitis," referring to the silicosis that plagued the workers, captures the inescapable and pervasive nature of the disease. The imagery of dust permeates the poem, symbolizing both the literal and metaphorical suffocation of the workers. Robinson describes the dust-laden water, the camps, and the workers' clothes, painting a vivid picture of their environment: "The water they would bring had dust in it, our drinking / water... / it twinkled / that white dust really looked pretty down around our ankles." The juxtaposition of the dust's twinkling beauty with its deadly implications underscores the tragic irony of the situation. The poem reaches a powerful climax with Robinson's account of emerging from the tunnel: "As dark as I am, when I came out at morning after the / tunnel at night, / with a white man, nobody could have told which man was / white. / The dust had covered us both, and the dust was white." This concluding image starkly illustrates the erasure of racial differences under the weight of shared suffering and exploitation. The white dust, a symbol of death and disease, unites the workers in their vulnerability and humanity. Rukeyser's "George Robinson: Blues" is a masterful blend of personal narrative and social critique. Through Robinson's voice, she exposes the racial and economic injustices faced by the tunnel workers, capturing the profound sense of loss and resilience in the face of systemic neglect. The poem's evocative imagery and poignant testimony serve as a powerful reminder of the human cost of industrial progress and the enduring struggle for justice.
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