That's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going.

Cause everbody care. Black, white, deep down we all do.

This woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes.

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

I grew up in the 1970s, but I don't think a whole lot had changed from the '60s. Oh, it had changed in the law books - but not in the kitchens of white homes.

I nursed a worthless, pint drinker for twelve years and when my lazy, life-sucking, daddy finally died, I swore to God with tears in my eyes I'd never marry one. And then I did.

Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but God help the person who raises an ill word about her around me, unless she is their mother too.