"This union's falling apart. We've got no unity, no leadership. We're at the mercy of management. If you vote for me, I'll make the union great again." Having delivered that pitch, Harry Patrick, one of three candidates for president of the United Mine Workers, wipes the sweat from his brow and circles the spartan bathhouse of the Eccles mine near Beckley, W. Va., looking for another hand to shake. The miners, encrusted with coal dust and bathed in the harsh glare of mercury-vapor lamps, eye him as they change shifts at midnight. "Don't make...
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