Somehow I Had To Turn

I Looked Down At The Little Pink Face In The Bundle. A Newborn. The Child Had Been Alive Only Minutes But Was Already Considered A Criminal By The Soviets.

Let Me Tell You Something 'bout These Rich Uptown Folk," Said Cokie. "they Got Everything That Money Can Buy, Their Bank Accounts Are Fat, But They Ain't Happy. They Ain't Ever Gone Be Happy. You Know Why? They Soul Broke. And Money Can't Fix That, No Sir.

We All Laced Together—a Brothel Madam, An English Professor, A Mute Cook, A Quadroon Cabbie, And Me, The Girl Carrying A Bucket Of Lies And Throwing Them Like Confetti.

My Husband, Andrius, Says That Evil Will Rule Until Good Men Or Women Choose To Act. I Believe Him. This Testimony Was Written To Create An Absolute Record, To Speak In A World Where Our Voices Have Been Extinguished. These Writing May Shock Or Horrify You, But That Is Not My Intention. It Is My Greatest Hope That The Pages In This Jar Stir Your Deepest Well Of Human Compassion. I Hope They Prompt You To Do Something, To Tell Somone. Only Then Can We Ensure That This Kind Of Evil Is Never Allowed To Repeat Itself.

What Do You Do With All This Bank, Josie? Be A Lot Easier If You Just Lifted Your Skirt.” “the Only Reason I’d Lift My Skirt Is To Pull Out My Pistol And Plug You In The Head.