Only three things them ladies talk about: they kids, they clothes, and they friends. I hear the word Kennedy, I know they ain’t discussing no politic. They talking about what Miss Jackie done wore on the tee-vee.

But after Mr. Evers got shot a week ago, lot a colored folk is frustrated in this town. Especially the younger ones, who ain't built up a callus yet.

I was surprise to see the world didn't stop just cause my boy did.

....we ain't doing civil rights here. We just telling stories like they really happen.

Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.

It can be really powerful to write something when youre sad.

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.