They knew they could sing their stories through the thick heat of picking cotton and harvesting tobacco, knew they could preach their stories and sew them into quilts, turn the most painful ones into something laughable, and through that laughter, exhale the history a country that tried again and again and again to steal their bodies, their spirit and their story.
Znali su da mogu pjevati svoje priče u gustoj vrućini dok beru pamuk ili duhan. Znali su da mogu propovijedati svoje priče i ušiti ih u tkanja, pretvarajući i one najbolnije u  nešto smiješno i tim smijehom izdisati povijest zemlje koja je uvijek iznova i iznova pokušala ukrasti njihova tijela, njihov duh i njihovu priču.