My dad claims that he was able to trace us back to the West Virginia Hatfields. When I look at the old pictures, the patriarchs have kind of a physical likeness to some of the men on the father's side of my family. I want it to be true.

We're very proud to again receive this award and have the distinction as the only West Virginia county to do so.

In the false American imagination, West Virginia is a joke or else it's a charity case; but more than anything it is unseen, an invisible architecture of labor and struggle; and incarceration shares this invisibility, hidden at the center of everything; our slipshod remedy for an abiding fear, danger pinned to human bodies and then slotted into bunk beds you can't see from any highway.

Deep down, I'm just a West Virginia hillbilly.

People in West Virginia do have cars. We have indoor plumbing. We even use knives and forks.

Trump talks like a guy at a bar in West Virginia. Trump talks like my dad sitting around the dinner table.