I bring back to the workers of the factory a part of their heritage: the transcription of the words pronounced by slaves at their master’s trial.
They seize and embody these words of Negroes, thus giving back to life a memory that still forges their present.
If they are able to appropriate them, it’s most probably because it says something about themselves. Aren’t they the heirs of these survivors, who accomplished about the same gestures, breathed the same air, charged with sugar and smoke?
The cane has been the instrument of their father’s damnation, and remains, against all odds, the instrument of their dignity.