Bloomberg Business wrote:To hear Donald L. Blankenship tell it, the U.S. coal industry has been undone by inept regulators, evil unions, the media and “global warming hoaxers.” But for jurors at his criminal trial in Charleston, West Virginia, it’s the king of coal himself who bears responsibility for his fall.
Blankenship, 65, the former chief executive of Massey Energy Co., was found guilty by a federal jury on Thursday of a single misdemeanor charge for orchestrating a conspiracy to violate mine safety rules before the April 2010 deaths of 29 miners.
The verdict marks the first time a CEO of a major company has been convicted of a workplace crime, prosecutors said. They mounted a painstaking case that took years to play out against an influential CEO. The misdemeanor conviction, though, fell short of their goal. Had Blankenship been convicted of all charges, he could have been jailed for a maximum of 30 years. Acquitted of two counts of securities fraud, he now faces a prison term of no more than one year. His lawyer vowed to appeal.
...Although he didn’t testify at the trial, Blankenship’s own words came back to haunt him as jurors reviewed internal memos and listened again and again over seven weeks to recordings he secretly made of telephone conversations.
Company managers were told by Blankenship to keep quiet about safety issues and instead focus on what “pays the bills,” according to one memo. Their job, he said, was simply to “run coal.”
Then death came to the Upper Big Branch Mine in rural Montcoal, West Virginia, and Blankenship’s tightly run empire crumbled.
You can read the entire article in Bloomberg Business.
Two years ago I read a book about Blankenship: The Price of Justice, which detailed the long, tortuous 14-year road two lawyers traveled to bring him to justice, but to little avail.
One of the lawyer's daughters, whose father spent many a night of her childhood away from home trying to bring Don Blankenship to justice, wrote this poem:
Laura Stanley wrote:Devils slipping through the cracks
Of courtroom floors and laws in books
Filling up their piggy banks
With proof from lives in which they took
Vacationing on sweat and blood
Of those they will not think of twice,
Sipping cocktails victoriously
‘Cause they’re the men and we’re the mice
But judgement comes in many forms.
Though some may start out mild or vague
What a shame they don’t recall
That it was the mice who brought the plague