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.
Eles sabiam que podiam cantar as suas  histórias no calor da colheita do algodão e na colheita do tabaco, sabiam que podiam ensinar histórias e cosê-las em colchas, transformar as mais dolorosas em algo risonho e, através desse riso, expirar a história de um país que tentou, tantas vezes, roubar-lhes o corpo, o espírito e a sua história.