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.
Mereka paham mereka bisa menyanyikan cerita di kepanasan memetik kapas dan memanen tembakau, mereka dapat berkreasi dengan cerita mereka mengubah sesuatu yang paling menyakitkan menjadi sesuatu yang lucu dan melalui humor, mereka bercerita tentang negara yang terus menerus mencoba mencuri tubuh mereka, semangat mereka dan cerita mereka.