This building was 99 years old when it was demolished for the coal mine.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.
The curving corridors flanking the Administration Tower are especially ornate, though the prison-like door betrays the real purpose of the building.
Those able to work would be compelled to help fix up the facility, grow, harvest, and prepare food for fellow ‘inmates’, or work on vocational skills.
Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
A detailed look at the side of one of the thousands of transformer boxes in the war city.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.